<?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-9198668331779403815</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:50:27.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAWYER SCOOP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3939784675274792322</id><published>2011-11-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:39:01.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarterly Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Friends!! I guess since I can only seem to get on here and update my blog every few months... this is my quarterly update! =) We have been busy little Sawyers as usual. We are just chugging along and taking one day at a time. Some days are easier than others and some days are crazy hair-pulling days. I am still working as a part-time manager which is working out ok... but I do miss the hands-on baby nursing care. Bryce is still turning wrenches and thinking about going back to school. That would be crazy hard but would be worth it in the end. Mallory has started Preschool and LOVES it! She is learning all sorts of things and has gobs of new little friends to play with. Kelsey is growing like a weed and does EVERYTHING her big sister does... good and bad. But I am so thrilled that they love to play together. Soo here are some shots of us and our past few months' activities! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rtXhVk8XJA/TrSy-cC5ORI/AAAAAAAAB5g/QgWODFWrAtw/s1600/MalloryBlocks_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rtXhVk8XJA/TrSy-cC5ORI/AAAAAAAAB5g/QgWODFWrAtw/s320/MalloryBlocks_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mallory's Preschool Photo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOjnwit5PeI/TrSy-vMiG2I/AAAAAAAAB5o/U6YE6yfl-vM/s1600/MalANDKels_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOjnwit5PeI/TrSy-vMiG2I/AAAAAAAAB5o/U6YE6yfl-vM/s320/MalANDKels_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sibling Shot! I can't believe how old they are!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4LqBxsovU0/TrSzWgq3WMI/AAAAAAAAB5w/nzGPvTg92IE/s1600/P1070519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4LqBxsovU0/TrSzWgq3WMI/AAAAAAAAB5w/nzGPvTg92IE/s320/P1070519.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween Pumpkin Patch!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzNbyFxnTWc/TrSzfhmcJII/AAAAAAAAB54/WuJPXluJpE8/s1600/P1070566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzNbyFxnTWc/TrSzfhmcJII/AAAAAAAAB54/WuJPXluJpE8/s320/P1070566.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Minnie and Alice. They were the cutest trick or treaters!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-aTG2QC_c/TrS0RgyIuvI/AAAAAAAAB6A/g13jyZkUu7w/s1600/P1070322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-aTG2QC_c/TrS0RgyIuvI/AAAAAAAAB6A/g13jyZkUu7w/s320/P1070322.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryce and I celebrated our 6th Anni! We thought rock-climbing would make a fun date!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYUtOPrDBfI/TrS1LpbflrI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tFdtouKSt-s/s1600/P1060649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYUtOPrDBfI/TrS1LpbflrI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tFdtouKSt-s/s320/P1060649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also visited Utah to meet Cousin Collin and See lots of friends and family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33j_TAYnCsQ/TrS1NM8BGhI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/_R8JMu37bp8/s1600/P1060681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33j_TAYnCsQ/TrS1NM8BGhI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/_R8JMu37bp8/s320/P1060681.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever Sisters!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PNZopQ_UX0/TrS1PE99wQI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/NOd8XjVzC3o/s1600/P1060755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PNZopQ_UX0/TrS1PE99wQI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/NOd8XjVzC3o/s320/P1060755.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the creek in Provo Canyon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85zGnLJ66JI/TrS2T8pkOMI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5vV0A32CHlA/s1600/P1060841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85zGnLJ66JI/TrS2T8pkOMI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5vV0A32CHlA/s320/P1060841.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also went to Nor Cali for a Family Reunion and stopped by San Fran! Crazy place!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rltxSqhuMzY/TrS2Ur6K-TI/AAAAAAAAB6o/XvAFc7Ezsvg/s1600/P1060852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rltxSqhuMzY/TrS2Ur6K-TI/AAAAAAAAB6o/XvAFc7Ezsvg/s320/P1060852.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Gpa that I haven't seen in Forever!! xoxo... 4 Generations in one shot!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nkm-pEIvaI/TrS2V7fiQqI/AAAAAAAAB6s/LM-RSL7W4ts/s1600/P1060860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nkm-pEIvaI/TrS2V7fiQqI/AAAAAAAAB6s/LM-RSL7W4ts/s320/P1060860.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole fam damily! =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWQ2imQRp1M/TrS2W0VY_wI/AAAAAAAAB64/65fz7PozOvQ/s1600/P1060869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWQ2imQRp1M/TrS2W0VY_wI/AAAAAAAAB64/65fz7PozOvQ/s320/P1060869.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEFZZm2nU00/TrS2ZjHZzcI/AAAAAAAAB7A/KHm8IiTMKxc/s1600/363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEFZZm2nU00/TrS2ZjHZzcI/AAAAAAAAB7A/KHm8IiTMKxc/s320/363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost the WHOLE Bartschi Clan... G'ma and Gpa Bartschi would be proud!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3939784675274792322?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3939784675274792322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3939784675274792322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3939784675274792322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3939784675274792322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2011/11/quarterly-update.html' title='Quarterly Update'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rtXhVk8XJA/TrSy-cC5ORI/AAAAAAAAB5g/QgWODFWrAtw/s72-c/MalloryBlocks_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3635105773543391343</id><published>2011-06-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:52:31.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, its been a whirlwind lately! Ive been wanting to post but haven't been able to. Let see what I'm able to get done tonight. So, since I last posted, we took a trip to AZ because my lil brother graduated from ASU!! We made a vacation out of it and stayed in a sweet condo and just relaxed. It was perfect swimming weather and we loved just doing nothing! Didn't even have internet! Sweet! Congrats to my little brother! He worked so hard!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WL_GUYjc6M/Tgf41FyCLuI/AAAAAAAAB4k/D6V2mHj_ws0/s1600/P1060305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WL_GUYjc6M/Tgf41FyCLuI/AAAAAAAAB4k/D6V2mHj_ws0/s320/P1060305.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXN7DBdtd9Q/Tgf41_Nz4_I/AAAAAAAAB4o/uryQ0iNZ4F8/s1600/P1060310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXN7DBdtd9Q/Tgf41_Nz4_I/AAAAAAAAB4o/uryQ0iNZ4F8/s320/P1060310.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXN7DBdtd9Q/Tgf41_Nz4_I/AAAAAAAAB4o/uryQ0iNZ4F8/s1600/P1060310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YMYDyErVSc/Tgf427pyPUI/AAAAAAAAB4s/Uw0r6ztYUIw/s1600/P1060321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YMYDyErVSc/Tgf427pyPUI/AAAAAAAAB4s/Uw0r6ztYUIw/s320/P1060321.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the three little cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGjPvbdqLlg/Tgf44WM3nAI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Rex1in9Tyuo/s1600/P1060384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGjPvbdqLlg/Tgf44WM3nAI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Rex1in9Tyuo/s320/P1060384.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAti7Jjdx9w/Tgf45fgEZPI/AAAAAAAAB40/fT6KfkMMhpY/s1600/P1060388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAti7Jjdx9w/Tgf45fgEZPI/AAAAAAAAB40/fT6KfkMMhpY/s320/P1060388.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then the other big thing we did was take Mallory to Dinseyland for her 4th birdthay!! I've been wanting to take her for a LONG time but I knew she just wouldn't really appreciate it yet. And, at age 4, I think she totally loved it! I never really thought Disneyland was really all that magical until I took my own child... it was AWESOME! I think my grin was just as big as hers when she got to meet all the princesses! She was talking to them as if they were her BFFs. Loved it! And it helped that she was wearing a pin that said HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALLORY! She told everyone that it was her birthday and that she was now 4 years old. I really don't think that our day could have gotten any better. Our longest wait time was 30 minutes but a lot of the rides we practically just walked on! We were so grateful cause Bryce hates crowds and Mallory is not the most patient child. The weather was also just gorgeous! I think the Lord was surely smiling down on us that day. He know how important that day was for Mallory and I... it was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLPH9Z8ZLw4/Tgf3T5424OI/AAAAAAAAB3o/tj8UBWc82Fk/s1600/P1060463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLPH9Z8ZLw4/Tgf3T5424OI/AAAAAAAAB3o/tj8UBWc82Fk/s320/P1060463.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eOemkSs6Aw/Tgf3U0lPiwI/AAAAAAAAB3s/ZUYcjHN4rXI/s1600/P1060474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eOemkSs6Aw/Tgf3U0lPiwI/AAAAAAAAB3s/ZUYcjHN4rXI/s320/P1060474.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm3kdGsHwfI/Tgf3VoGg9FI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4Ac_g9zZmm0/s1600/P1060489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm3kdGsHwfI/Tgf3VoGg9FI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4Ac_g9zZmm0/s320/P1060489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast an Minnies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPoJqsoP4d0/Tgf3XWNGkTI/AAAAAAAAB30/TBgFaINLm3Y/s1600/P1060494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPoJqsoP4d0/Tgf3XWNGkTI/AAAAAAAAB30/TBgFaINLm3Y/s320/P1060494.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mickey's House&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjoDwxlR7Rs/Tgf3b9SSGBI/AAAAAAAAB4E/cYM9PaHwcz0/s1600/P1060547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjoDwxlR7Rs/Tgf3b9SSGBI/AAAAAAAAB4E/cYM9PaHwcz0/s320/P1060547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wore out quicker than we thought&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeOKf479My0/Tgf3am8lzOI/AAAAAAAAB4A/OTRwISBXZg0/s1600/P1060536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeOKf479My0/Tgf3am8lzOI/AAAAAAAAB4A/OTRwISBXZg0/s320/P1060536.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3D toy story game!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8HHHiwwrR8/Tgf3ZkPHobI/AAAAAAAAB38/n9vgV8KqUc4/s1600/P1060523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8HHHiwwrR8/Tgf3ZkPHobI/AAAAAAAAB38/n9vgV8KqUc4/s320/P1060523.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went on the new Arial ride... really cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-hbGNcM2KQ/Tgf3YWTYSHI/AAAAAAAAB34/oArHGgzgH9U/s1600/P1060502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-hbGNcM2KQ/Tgf3YWTYSHI/AAAAAAAAB34/oArHGgzgH9U/s320/P1060502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of all the rides she INSISTED we go on this one... as if she's never been on one before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuc6LdrtMQU/Tgf3diqXUjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/r79yxNsRm4A/s1600/P1060556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuc6LdrtMQU/Tgf3diqXUjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/r79yxNsRm4A/s320/P1060556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By far her favorite princess to visit! I had to really coax her out... she would've talked to her all day. Super cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ok, and then here is the all time girly thing to do at Disneyland... the Bibiddi Bobbidi Boutique! They turn little girls into princesses! I had to do it... plus, this was Grandma's birthday gift to her. The princess makeover included Hair, make-up, nails, fairy dust, dress, crown... the royal treatment. They addressed her as Princess Mallory the whole time. Although she was quiet, I knew she was enjoying it! It was a little over $100 for the whole she-bang but, for me, it was well worth the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crlvXv9rQmU/Tgf3ea749SI/AAAAAAAAB4M/82eIkhnmby0/s1600/P1060565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crlvXv9rQmU/Tgf3ea749SI/AAAAAAAAB4M/82eIkhnmby0/s320/P1060565.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ln9HVTPJ04/Tgf3fKpTalI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Q6Fgg2THblc/s1600/P1060570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ln9HVTPJ04/Tgf3fKpTalI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Q6Fgg2THblc/s320/P1060570.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoyyDyk_gFU/Tgf3gYUmrBI/AAAAAAAAB4U/stcQSTZlnUw/s1600/P1060575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoyyDyk_gFU/Tgf3gYUmrBI/AAAAAAAAB4U/stcQSTZlnUw/s320/P1060575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;painting her nails&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAb5f0iwEQM/Tgf3hYO2DWI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/aCV1Y6yWNnI/s1600/P1060581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAb5f0iwEQM/Tgf3hYO2DWI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/aCV1Y6yWNnI/s320/P1060581.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKpfWzyECsI/Tgf3id1L_RI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tQj5F3fzkz8/s1600/P1060601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKpfWzyECsI/Tgf3id1L_RI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tQj5F3fzkz8/s320/P1060601.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished product-- Princess Mallory!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avxxlAGmCKk/Tgf3jBkj1sI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wbNEbYL3MaM/s1600/P1060612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avxxlAGmCKk/Tgf3jBkj1sI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wbNEbYL3MaM/s320/P1060612.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she lived happily ever after... who knew we could actually wear her out! =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's it for now. It's been a fun couple of months and I'm sure I will have more to post soon... we still have a busy few months ahead. I will do my best to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3635105773543391343?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3635105773543391343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3635105773543391343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3635105773543391343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3635105773543391343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2011/06/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1WL_GUYjc6M/Tgf41FyCLuI/AAAAAAAAB4k/D6V2mHj_ws0/s72-c/P1060305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7703504894047647348</id><published>2011-04-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:27:35.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What have we been up to lately you may ask? (Or not) We have been trying to lay low and just enjoy as much family time as we can. We have realized just how quickly it is going by and we don't want to miss out on anything. Now that I have all my Saturdays off, we have been taking full advantage of that! It's GREAT to have my "family days"! WE had a fun Easter this year. Mallory really gets the whole idea behind it all... well, the bunny part. We tried explaining the Resurrection and all but she was a little more concerned about the "sneaky" easter bunny hiding her eggs! And Kelsey couldn't have cared less about it all... except for the jelly beans! Oh my... she has got a sweet tooth! And I always enjoy easter cause I get to do the whole easter dress thing! I still love to dress up my girls. I think I enjoy it cause they always look cute, no matter what I &amp;nbsp;put on them. And me, well, I take some work to look that cute! Anyway, below are some pics from easter. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42JF36BFCt8/TbnW9zamgTI/AAAAAAAAB20/Wf0PLGJyZLM/s1600/P1060158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42JF36BFCt8/TbnW9zamgTI/AAAAAAAAB20/Wf0PLGJyZLM/s320/P1060158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3hv0t5JcCuU/TbnW-wj5wII/AAAAAAAAB24/66fNefE0clw/s1600/P1060192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3hv0t5JcCuU/TbnW-wj5wII/AAAAAAAAB24/66fNefE0clw/s320/P1060192.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a05e5UppcrY/TbnW_7ZGacI/AAAAAAAAB28/O2nT5ILYpkE/s1600/P1060201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a05e5UppcrY/TbnW_7ZGacI/AAAAAAAAB28/O2nT5ILYpkE/s320/P1060201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear these two like each other!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSwm2euYmsI/TbnXA1iYu8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/kQJ_LRDv_FQ/s1600/P1060216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSwm2euYmsI/TbnXA1iYu8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/kQJ_LRDv_FQ/s320/P1060216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Girls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvS8RN4IWiU/TbnXB9v2FqI/AAAAAAAAB3E/zzz8EpC-Pt8/s1600/P1060221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvS8RN4IWiU/TbnXB9v2FqI/AAAAAAAAB3E/zzz8EpC-Pt8/s320/P1060221.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrU1wzTeT-s/TbnXDqg3VfI/AAAAAAAAB3I/G_61sw5WXqI/s1600/P1060225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrU1wzTeT-s/TbnXDqg3VfI/AAAAAAAAB3I/G_61sw5WXqI/s320/P1060225.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attitude!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One things that I love to do is photography!! I just wish I had the time and willing subjects to really let me practice. I'm more into pictures of people and not so much landscape. So below is one of my "lets-go-play-with-the-camera-days". I love that my hubby will give in every once in awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGmiXfI7Tdc/TbnXgqpK3EI/AAAAAAAAB3M/KNaFF8Qx33M/s1600/P1050974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGmiXfI7Tdc/TbnXgqpK3EI/AAAAAAAAB3M/KNaFF8Qx33M/s320/P1050974.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI-HnHm38VY/TbnXhMeprUI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/a9R_1n7p6eo/s1600/P1050991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI-HnHm38VY/TbnXhMeprUI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/a9R_1n7p6eo/s320/P1050991.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toqiUYSnHHw/TbnXu2O97aI/AAAAAAAAB3U/vgDCmg8knss/s1600/P1050947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toqiUYSnHHw/TbnXu2O97aI/AAAAAAAAB3U/vgDCmg8knss/s320/P1050947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm7jfOAcz-s/TbnXw4c-7kI/AAAAAAAAB3c/1nxQqIe-vi0/s1600/P1050957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm7jfOAcz-s/TbnXw4c-7kI/AAAAAAAAB3c/1nxQqIe-vi0/s320/P1050957.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These photos aren't totally edited but once again... too little time. But my family sure it good-lookin' even without the editing! I'm so blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7703504894047647348?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7703504894047647348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7703504894047647348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7703504894047647348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7703504894047647348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-have-we-been-up-to-lately-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42JF36BFCt8/TbnW9zamgTI/AAAAAAAAB20/Wf0PLGJyZLM/s72-c/P1060158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-581287011373019660</id><published>2011-02-12T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:09:44.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I know I was behind on blogging but this is embarrassing! It's been way too long! Life as a working mommy of two demanding little girls doesn't allow enough time to blog anymore! I certainly miss it. So what has been going on with the Sawyer family? Well, lets start with Kelsey. She just turned one on January 5th. I know, I'm still in shock too. She is quite the comedian in the family and will do anything for a laugh! She has been walking since 9 1/2 months and has now just become quite the capable little girl. She climbs up and down the couch, stairs, stools, benches, Mallory's coupe. She's got amazing physical control and she always has even in my belly. She's not talking as much as I thought she would be she signs a few words and says, "Dada" ALOT. I think I know who her favorite is! =) If I'm ever having a rough day, Kels is real good at making me laugh and realize things are so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mallory is next. She's is the brightest little girl. Sometimes too bright. She is still our little drama queen. I was hoping she would grow out of it but I see no signs of that! She insists on dressing up as a princess EVERY day (which I admit cuts down on the laundry!) And she sure acts like royalty. She's never been an easy child but I sure do love her. Her smarts and her wittiness are what get me. She is already writing her own name. I mean maybe that's normal but she's not even in preschool. Speaking of preschool, I admit I've been dragging my feet. But she's definitely gonna be starting either this summer or this Fall. I'm no longer enough for her (sniffle). Sure I can teach her her ABC's but she needs more social interaction and I sure could use the free time! She refuses to take naps anymore which kills me! I need SOME time to think. It'll be a bitter sweet moment when I drop her off at preschool. Oh and I'm sure Kelsey will miss her too! As much as Mallory can be a little much for Kels, I can tell Kelsey just adores her older sister (which melts my heart). I'm sure glad that I had two girls close in age. I really hope they become each other's BEST friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the there's my dear sweet Brycee. He's an amazing father, husband, and friend. He works his little tush off at work and comes home exhausted but still showers us with hugs, kisses, and smiles. "We're so glad when daddy comes home!" He's still working as a mechanic and loving the work but unfortunately the economy has not been bringing in enough work. Which sometimes is nice cause he can come home a little early and spend more time with us/me. Speaking of spending time with me, We celebrated our FIVE year anniversary in September. I looked back at our wedding picture recently and have been in shock by how much we have aged in 5 years with 2 kids. Kinda sad. But we sure do have some awesome memories over those 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we save me for last. I've been busier than I never knew to be possible. I have realized just how many different hats I wear on a daily basis... no wonder I'm always so tired. I also learn everyday what amazing people "mothers" are. I never appreciated my mother like I should have until I had children. Lucky for my mom, she didn't have to work like I do. It would be a dream to be a stay-at-home mommy. But I'm very grateful for my job. In just the past month, I've been promoted to the NICU manager!! Crazy, I know. I NEVER saw myself in management but this all sort of fell into my lap. Plus, it's only a part-time position which is unheard of. The hours work out all right and I don't have to work weekends or holidays. Now for someone that has been working holidays and weekends for 7 years, it's takes some adjusting! My coworkers and my hubby have been the greatest support. If it weren't for Bryce, I don't know that I would have actually done it. He kept telling me, "you don't know how amazing you are!" The job carries ALOT of responsibility and at times, I admit, it kinds freaks me out. But I'm new to this, I will get it... eventually. &amp;nbsp;So, other than work and kids... I don't have much time for anything else. I've been working real hard to get back to the gym so I can run another 5K sometime this year. I had a bad back injury which kept me from doing a lot things-- even day to day things. But thanks to Physical therapy and dedication, I think I'm getting back in order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year has already brought some crazy things to us. I'm hoping the rest of the year is quiet and simple. I do hope to be able to take a few trips with the fam. Hopefully AZ, UT, and Nor Cali for a reunion. And, I added to the list, taking Mallory to Disneyland for the first time for her birthday. She keeps asking to go to Mickey's house and the princesses' house. =) Oh yeah, and I'm turning 30 this year!!! Insane, I tell ya! Ok, this year is not sounding so quiet! Anyway, I hope to post more this year. I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also have to post pictures later since we just got an imac and I'm kinda clueless on using it at this point! I'll post ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-581287011373019660?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/581287011373019660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=581287011373019660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/581287011373019660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/581287011373019660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2011/02/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6256947448186923078</id><published>2010-08-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:38:33.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MFPGa0pKyTg/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFPGa0pKyTg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFPGa0pKyTg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's amazing how we aspire to something that doesn't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;. I wish that all women and even myself could love us as we are. It's a hard thing to do in this day in age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-6256947448186923078?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6256947448186923078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6256947448186923078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6256947448186923078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6256947448186923078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/08/photoshop-beauty.html' title='Photoshop Beauty'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8433162979163921797</id><published>2010-07-25T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:54:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY SNAPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Can I just tell you all how much I love taking photos?! I can usually count on Sunday being a good day to snap some photos before church cause we're all dressed up and we're all together. Now whether we are all happy or not is another story! =P Anyway... just wanted to post some photos from our sunday today! Happy Sunday All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcMD6tXnI/AAAAAAAAB2M/jF0ZCBF3amo/s1600/daddysgirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcMD6tXnI/AAAAAAAAB2M/jF0ZCBF3amo/s320/daddysgirls.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcCabK7yI/AAAAAAAAB18/3mIhuXjo_FA/s1600/silleesisters2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcCabK7yI/AAAAAAAAB18/3mIhuXjo_FA/s320/silleesisters2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcIJNUTCI/AAAAAAAAB2E/eZNHUl3FZFo/s1600/gorgeousgirls2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcIJNUTCI/AAAAAAAAB2E/eZNHUl3FZFo/s320/gorgeousgirls2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-8433162979163921797?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8433162979163921797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8433162979163921797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8433162979163921797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8433162979163921797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-snaps.html' title='SUNDAY SNAPS'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TEzcMD6tXnI/AAAAAAAAB2M/jF0ZCBF3amo/s72-c/daddysgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5252392833889234736</id><published>2010-07-11T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:23:40.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/WbYLKVgwztY/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbYLKVgwztY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbYLKVgwztY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5252392833889234736?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5252392833889234736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5252392833889234736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5252392833889234736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5252392833889234736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/07/motherhood-eternal-partnership-with-god.html' title='Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3476471887829548287</id><published>2010-07-05T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:37:13.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL HERE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I've determined it is so much easier to post things to facebook so I've been neglecting our blog. But not everyone has a facebook account so here is a much needed update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;We have been super busy but I guess that's nothing new. I'm back to work with a vengence and it's so bittersweeet. I love what I do but I love my girls more! Bryce is an awesome daddy especially on the weekends while I'm working. We've only had a few mishaps such as Mallory cutting her own hair (picture to follow). My girls are growing amazingly quick. I thought Mallory grew up fast but Kelsey is just zooming past me! It is her HALF birthday today! She is now 6 months and she is the sweetest happiest little bundle of joy. I couldn't love her enough! She is nearly crawling and will chew on anything and everything. Mallory turned 3 last month which is just insane to me! I certainly hope that the terrible 2's and 3's end real quick cause I hate having to be "mean mommy". But, boy, she is a stubborn little hand-full! Her favorite things to say right now? "I don't want to" and "I just want to do whatever I want". Great huh? Her thing this summer is Tball which we are doing more for the "stop-being-so-shy-and-learn-how-to-socialize" aspect. Although I had to break her in, I think she is starting to love it. Thank goodness her aunt is her coach and knows what a drama queen mallory can be. We also braved a family (I mean my WHOLE family) trip to Lake Naciemento. We had a great time but it was a lot of work to travel with 2 kids to a lake after working. My awesome lil' bro taught me the joy of wake-surfing and it was AWESOME! I got up first try (although screaming through most of it). I wish I was in better shape to do other things but my two surgeries have really put a damper on things. And yesterday we celebrated the 4th of July. Mallory actually loved the fireworks this year and Kelsey wasn't even phased by them. It was great spending the day with my little family! So, yeah, I think that's the gist of our lives the past couple months. I'll post some pics from the past two months. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiHqyNM0I/AAAAAAAABz0/NOLR5R6D_5I/s1600/P1030933.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490488410857354050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiHqyNM0I/AAAAAAAABz0/NOLR5R6D_5I/s400/P1030933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mallory's "do-it-herself" bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiJ5rv8HI/AAAAAAAAB0E/qLkZ2GDDjTc/s1600/P1030718.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490488449216540786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiJ5rv8HI/AAAAAAAAB0E/qLkZ2GDDjTc/s400/P1030718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Tball star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiI5wFPJI/AAAAAAAABz8/BDV-rnIheU4/s1600/P1030960.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490488432054844562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiI5wFPJI/AAAAAAAABz8/BDV-rnIheU4/s400/P1030960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Crawlin' Kels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhhMzQ4zI/AAAAAAAABzs/LBg7e8-4Fzk/s1600/P1040169.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487749973697330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhhMzQ4zI/AAAAAAAABzs/LBg7e8-4Fzk/s400/P1040169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And she's still working on it but she can sit up pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhfXQ9PaI/AAAAAAAABzc/dVe4Y8yknDQ/s1600/P1040148.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487718422855074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhfXQ9PaI/AAAAAAAABzc/dVe4Y8yknDQ/s400/P1040148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhf6jL1CI/AAAAAAAABzk/Mf6R7K-Vx-k/s1600/P1040167.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487727894549538" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhf6jL1CI/AAAAAAAABzk/Mf6R7K-Vx-k/s400/P1040167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lake Naci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhAcRCt-I/AAAAAAAABzM/VBbwfPRRw2c/s1600/Lakenaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487187189446626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhAcRCt-I/AAAAAAAABzM/VBbwfPRRw2c/s400/Lakenaci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mallory and Cousin Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj-6TClmI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kxFbq2hWvSw/s1600/P1040088.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490490459426035298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj-6TClmI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kxFbq2hWvSw/s400/P1040088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj-YuOZeI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jUz43RrDyus/s1600/P1040030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490490450413250018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj-YuOZeI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jUz43RrDyus/s400/P1040030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey stayed back on the cabin most the time but at least she had a bouncer with a view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIkp_yyN2I/AAAAAAAAB0s/bSZs0Ax8wg4/s1600/P1040009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490491199635732322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIkp_yyN2I/AAAAAAAAB0s/bSZs0Ax8wg4/s400/P1040009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhe0wNPAI/AAAAAAAABzU/VtpMnms_bsI/s1600/P1040040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487709158685698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIhe0wNPAI/AAAAAAAABzU/VtpMnms_bsI/s400/P1040040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wakesurfing! So fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIl0j4Q9cI/AAAAAAAAB00/QE2r8xB8jD4/s1600/P1040120.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492480632714690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIl0j4Q9cI/AAAAAAAAB00/QE2r8xB8jD4/s400/P1040120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIg_D0pbtI/AAAAAAAABy8/FpBeRLp7M5s/s1600/P1040033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487163448028882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIg_D0pbtI/AAAAAAAABy8/FpBeRLp7M5s/s400/P1040033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;4th of July Beauty! (Kelsey, not Bryce!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIg-myhNeI/AAAAAAAABy0/OrH5rxNi9Ps/s1600/P1040185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490487155654473186" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIg-myhNeI/AAAAAAAABy0/OrH5rxNi9Ps/s400/P1040185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj9hACUHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mfodmCXHbyw/s1600/P1040196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490490435455570034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj9hACUHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mfodmCXHbyw/s400/P1040196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj9BSUUDI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MAiKyG-piyQ/s1600/P1040236.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490490426942312498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIj9BSUUDI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MAiKyG-piyQ/s400/P1040236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3476471887829548287?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3476471887829548287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3476471887829548287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3476471887829548287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3476471887829548287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-here.html' title='STILL HERE...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/TDIiHqyNM0I/AAAAAAAABz0/NOLR5R6D_5I/s72-c/P1030933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-2970906995974227983</id><published>2010-04-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:01:53.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Gorgeous Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhZq0WTfI/AAAAAAAABys/KGcBP5852vs/s1600/s42318ca116611_14_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464662291479154162" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhZq0WTfI/AAAAAAAABys/KGcBP5852vs/s400/s42318ca116611_14_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhZBVKshI/AAAAAAAAByk/q3hWrypsOw0/s1600/s42318ca116611_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464662280342516242" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhZBVKshI/AAAAAAAAByk/q3hWrypsOw0/s400/s42318ca116611_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhMK73b6I/AAAAAAAAByc/ksKmVPpSeIg/s1600/s42318ca116611_11_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464662059582451618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhMK73b6I/AAAAAAAAByc/ksKmVPpSeIg/s400/s42318ca116611_11_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhL6A7ydI/AAAAAAAAByU/SxmUXhopHkU/s1600/s42318ca116611_10_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464662055040305618" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhL6A7ydI/AAAAAAAAByU/SxmUXhopHkU/s400/s42318ca116611_10_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhLes-7cI/AAAAAAAAByM/RXiT2zWJf98/s1600/s42318ca116611_3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464662047708868034" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhLes-7cI/AAAAAAAAByM/RXiT2zWJf98/s400/s42318ca116611_3_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhKzdU8nI/AAAAAAAAByE/_6sGQENlPxY/s1600/s42318ca116611_1_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464662036100477554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhKzdU8nI/AAAAAAAAByE/_6sGQENlPxY/s400/s42318ca116611_1_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-2970906995974227983?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2970906995974227983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=2970906995974227983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2970906995974227983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2970906995974227983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-gorgeous-girls.html' title='Our Gorgeous Girls'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9ZhZq0WTfI/AAAAAAAABys/KGcBP5852vs/s72-c/s42318ca116611_14_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7897343277962923544</id><published>2010-04-23T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:59:04.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo-Choo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So I thought I'd better post this before I work all weekend and then forget that I wanted to do it. Today we, just Mallory and I, went to "A Day Out with Thomas the Train" and we had a blast. We actually got to ride Thomas the train and go under the Thomas Tunnel. It was Mallory's first train ride and although she was a little crabby she had a great time! She would laugh everytime the whistle blew and she would wave to all the cars as we passed. Then we took lots of pictures and did lots of jumping in the "jumpy Jump". And then my mom and I realized that those blow-up jumpy things aren't real parent-friendly cause you can't necessarily go in and get the kid out when it's time to go-- and they know it! Anyway, we had a great time spending time with My mom, Sarah, Ash, and of course Thomas the Train! I totally reccomend going t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;o it if it comes to a town near you! And thanks to my mom for treating us to an exciting day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdiubeExI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZYvDE0hGWOI/s1600/P1030648.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463532149114016530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdiubeExI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZYvDE0hGWOI/s400/P1030648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdiDZQNUI/AAAAAAAABx0/kJaEArb463E/s1600/P1030646.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463532137561994562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdiDZQNUI/AAAAAAAABx0/kJaEArb463E/s400/P1030646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdO1D9JjI/AAAAAAAABxs/dPW7J8gk8P4/s1600/P1030666.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463531807297054258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdO1D9JjI/AAAAAAAABxs/dPW7J8gk8P4/s400/P1030666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdOUbjsCI/AAAAAAAABxk/3dNNKrPk2ms/s1600/P1030674.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463531798537678882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdOUbjsCI/AAAAAAAABxk/3dNNKrPk2ms/s400/P1030674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdNgJlHUI/AAAAAAAABxc/I6z0Ec4f4gA/s1600/P1030679.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463531784503631170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdNgJlHUI/AAAAAAAABxc/I6z0Ec4f4gA/s400/P1030679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdNGa9_wI/AAAAAAAABxU/5uDR0ICc9xs/s1600/P1030683.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463531777597243138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdNGa9_wI/AAAAAAAABxU/5uDR0ICc9xs/s400/P1030683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-7897343277962923544?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7897343277962923544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7897343277962923544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7897343277962923544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7897343277962923544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/04/choo-choo.html' title='Choo-Choo!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S9JdiubeExI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZYvDE0hGWOI/s72-c/P1030648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5870408126015448712</id><published>2010-04-19T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:45:29.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of MY babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Funny #1&lt;/span&gt;: The other day I took Kelsey to a Doctors appointment for immunizations and this is the conversation between Kelsey and Mallory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kelsey:&lt;/span&gt; Waaaahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory: Whats the matter Kels? Why you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kelsey:&lt;/span&gt; Waaaahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory: Oh, you sad. The doctor shot you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Funny #2&lt;/span&gt;: I was dancing/playing around with Kelsey and singing, "My milk shake" and this is the conversation between all of us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, it's better than yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory (Dancing): Funny Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bryce:&lt;/span&gt; No, that's not funny, that's dirty mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory: No, Daddy it's not dirty, it's CLEAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She cracks me up with the things she comes up with! Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/9198668331779403815-5870408126015448712?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5870408126015448712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5870408126015448712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5870408126015448712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5870408126015448712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-mouth-of-my-babe.html' title='Out of the mouth of MY babe'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8682372241866444625</id><published>2010-04-04T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:17:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Faves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;WHAT A &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FAB&lt;/span&gt;ULOUS WEEKEND! It was sooo great to stay home all weekend with my family. It was quiet, productive, relaxing, spiritual! Although I do enjoy going to church, I sure did love not having to go crazy in the morning to get everyone and everything ready for church. Conference (what I got to watch so far) was amazing. I felt like they were all speaking to me. I especially liked the one about mothers and daughters! &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Girls Rock!&lt;/span&gt; Easter was quiet since most the fam was outta town. Mallory got the whole Easter bunny concept and was a lot of fun. She was totally giving me the reactions I hoped for. Everything was exciting for her! We ate good, played hard, and laughed alot. Mallory says some funny things. She kept saying "Silly Bunny" or "Funny Bunny" when she would find an egg. It was just heaven this weekend. Bryce and I actually got in some good mommy-daddy time too! Ugh... too bad tomorrow is yet another Monday! Hope everyone had a great Easter Sabbath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lhKZZn1OI/AAAAAAAABxM/TPKN7EbJ9jc/s1600/P1030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456499254781007074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lhKZZn1OI/AAAAAAAABxM/TPKN7EbJ9jc/s400/P1030577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; with this pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgrJoY8zI/AAAAAAAABw8/LvehwgglTjY/s1600/P1030558.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456498717972034354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgrJoY8zI/AAAAAAAABw8/LvehwgglTjY/s400/P1030558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgqqfdXrI/AAAAAAAABw0/wKTW0576hZ0/s1600/P1030547.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456498709613076146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgqqfdXrI/AAAAAAAABw0/wKTW0576hZ0/s400/P1030547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Compliments of Bryce- Colored-egg shaped pancakes and green eggs (he got a little carried away with the food-dye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgqeOD3MI/AAAAAAAABws/Pchne2u8GF4/s1600/P1030546.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456498706318875842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgqeOD3MI/AAAAAAAABws/Pchne2u8GF4/s400/P1030546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgp6qmkUI/AAAAAAAABwk/5OKHQ-manJw/s1600/P1030539.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456498696774914370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lgp6qmkUI/AAAAAAAABwk/5OKHQ-manJw/s400/P1030539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8682372241866444625?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8682372241866444625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8682372241866444625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8682372241866444625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8682372241866444625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-faves.html' title='Easter Faves'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S7lhKZZn1OI/AAAAAAAABxM/TPKN7EbJ9jc/s72-c/P1030577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5678463502650491950</id><published>2010-03-25T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:20:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so excited that I actually french-braided Mallory's hair! I've been wanting to do it for so long! Not the prettiest job but... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY, Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6vvdmPxBlI/AAAAAAAABwY/gSCoryrPnmI/s1600/P1030476.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452715065624036946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6vvdmPxBlI/AAAAAAAABwY/gSCoryrPnmI/s400/P1030476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-5678463502650491950?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5678463502650491950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5678463502650491950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5678463502650491950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5678463502650491950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-mommy.html' title='YAY mommy!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6vvdmPxBlI/AAAAAAAABwY/gSCoryrPnmI/s72-c/P1030476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5403803285417825390</id><published>2010-03-22T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:36:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;This year has started off with a bang my friends! It has been a crazy, exciting, and stressful time but that's life, right? We are hanging in there right now and hoping that things start slowing down and the kinks in our lives start to work themselves out. I'm now counting down the days when I got back to work. I believe I'm at 20 days... so sad. I'm not sad to work but I'm sad to leave my girls for 12 hours a day. I think I'm gonna have to try to work weekends at first to ease us all back into me having to work. My girls are doing pretty good. Kelsey is growing like a weed and smiling at the sight of Mom, Dad, and Mallory. She has got such a sweet spirit and, boy, could we use that since her big sis is such a fiesty little thing. Mallory has taken to her big sis role and is growing up so quick. She's talking amazingly well and saying the funniest things. She can count to 13 and sing the ABC song (as well as many others). She's still infatuated with Curious George and has learned how to be curious... just like george. She's also about 75% potty trained. Next thing I know she'll be in high school... oh, dear. I just love my girls to pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDuwlKsnI/AAAAAAAABwQ/M-gQJkIlQDk/s1600-h/P1030390.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451611450781643378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDuwlKsnI/AAAAAAAABwQ/M-gQJkIlQDk/s400/P1030390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;As if my body hadn't been through enough already in the past year, I had to have a surprise surgery a couple weeks ago. I was having the WORST abdominal pain I've ever felt in my life. I told Bryce that I was pretty sure I was dying. After, Xrays and ultrasounds, we discovered I had gallstones. What do they do about that you ask? Well, they take out your gallbladder. Bryce likes to say that Kelsey kicked my gallbladder in to submission. And in a way he might be right. I guess it's not uncommon for this to happen to women after having a baby. The things we do for kids... . I'm healing well and I honestly can't tell that I'm one less organ. I has a wonderful surgeon-- long time family friend Dr./President Blick. He was awesome! And the good thing is, I knew just right to find him if I needed anything! So now that that's over, I'm hoping for no more surgeries EVER. I've had my fill of 'em and so has our savings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gCn26Ji5I/AAAAAAAABvQ/rx2J1GSBNEY/s1600-h/surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610232709548946" style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gCn26Ji5I/AAAAAAAABvQ/rx2J1GSBNEY/s400/surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Between having a C-section, a nerborn, a toddler and GB surgery, I was going stir-crazy. I didn't get out of the house much and I was dying to get back to the gym! So, 2 days after my surgery, we all went to the Zoo!! We've been trying to go since Christmas but everything, including weather, has been stopping us. It was a GORGEOUS day in Santa Barbara. And it was a lot of fun at the Zoo since it was "Princess Day." Mallory, along with all the other little girls, got to wear her princess dress and crown. Mallory is an animal fanatic, so my favorite part of the zoo was seeing her "ooh" and "ahh" at the animals. I love discovering the world all over again through my kids' eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDHyPw73I/AAAAAAAABvw/IkaNVnMtVGE/s1600-h/P1030232.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610781213847410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDHyPw73I/AAAAAAAABvw/IkaNVnMtVGE/s400/P1030232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks to Grandma Martha for coming with us too! Mallory loved having someone to spoil her and I appreciated her doing all the toddler-lifting since I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDfr2SA1I/AAAAAAAABwI/wQAW_OlfHbc/s1600-h/P1030246.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451611191813210962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDfr2SA1I/AAAAAAAABwI/wQAW_OlfHbc/s400/P1030246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDe4dsiEI/AAAAAAAABwA/_lJP2jexfYM/s1600-h/P1030256.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451611178019883074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDe4dsiEI/AAAAAAAABwA/_lJP2jexfYM/s400/P1030256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think watching the penguins swim was her favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDIRFmPmI/AAAAAAAABv4/uS-HR6y0UsI/s1600-h/P1030241.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610789492702818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDIRFmPmI/AAAAAAAABv4/uS-HR6y0UsI/s400/P1030241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Then... it was finally Kelsey's Blessing day last Sunday (3days after my surgery). Kelsey looked gorgeous and Bryce gave a wonderful blessing. I know it's not his favorite thing to get up in front of the congregation so I'm proud of him. We had both sides of the family there and my lil' bro Mark was home for spring break so he could be in the circle too. We were only missing out on Bryce's brother in Utah. To have nearly all the family priesthood holders there was special to me. Then, We all gathered at our house for yummy lunch and called it a day. It was a great day for so many reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDHfTBKzI/AAAAAAAABvo/3bS9g_MeFcU/s1600-h/P1030371.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610776127220530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDHfTBKzI/AAAAAAAABvo/3bS9g_MeFcU/s400/P1030371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gCoW0yD0I/AAAAAAAABvY/t6puZSanyAA/s1600-h/P1030352.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610241276972866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gCoW0yD0I/AAAAAAAABvY/t6puZSanyAA/s400/P1030352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Mallory REFUSED to smile and insisted on giving dirty looks to the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_3Gi8lpI/AAAAAAAABvI/CEhLBzgGFBM/s1600-h/P1030307.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451607196070352530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_3Gi8lpI/AAAAAAAABvI/CEhLBzgGFBM/s400/P1030307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls... once again I'm the only one smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_2Wkj0WI/AAAAAAAABvA/_0el6zQ3M4w/s1600-h/P1030290.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451607183192215906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_2Wkj0WI/AAAAAAAABvA/_0el6zQ3M4w/s400/P1030290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls have lots of good men in their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_16M3HaI/AAAAAAAABu4/ikJlxS-rjKQ/s1600-h/P1030274.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451607175576624546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_16M3HaI/AAAAAAAABu4/ikJlxS-rjKQ/s400/P1030274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family... my true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_1IUJKSI/AAAAAAAABuw/Y_xRWE8CaUw/s1600-h/copysquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451607162185394466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6f_1IUJKSI/AAAAAAAABuw/Y_xRWE8CaUw/s400/copysquare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5403803285417825390?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5403803285417825390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5403803285417825390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5403803285417825390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5403803285417825390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S6gDuwlKsnI/AAAAAAAABwQ/M-gQJkIlQDk/s72-c/P1030390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7084375771223667890</id><published>2010-03-02T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:13:38.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did I get this Girl??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although Mallory is usually shy in front of people and doesn't perform on demand, she really is quite amusing. She was in a GREAT mood the other night and was dancing in front of the mirror in the funniest way. When asked what she was doing, she said, "Shaking my Boooty!". And, then, although hard to hear it, she tells me that she's had too much sugar. She does give me a Good laugh... that's for sure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24b2c58687fa99cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24b2c58687fa99cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331916129%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA26CB16D158408A9FE88A3C778F1C85987A620.2FC404B2CC07B7C676E180F75CC82BA64074750B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24b2c58687fa99cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQrYObfejzgglLVWtXNirodeVL9M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24b2c58687fa99cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331916129%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA26CB16D158408A9FE88A3C778F1C85987A620.2FC404B2CC07B7C676E180F75CC82BA64074750B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24b2c58687fa99cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQrYObfejzgglLVWtXNirodeVL9M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7084375771223667890?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7084375771223667890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7084375771223667890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7084375771223667890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7084375771223667890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-did-i-get-this-girl.html' title='Where did I get this Girl??'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1520130357823379312</id><published>2010-02-18T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:19:25.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having two little girls sure is hard at times. And there are moments where I think, "oh man, I just can't do this anymore!" But, luckily, the Lord gives me these very small moments to help my make it through the day. Kelsey smiles quite a bit now and has started cooing. I love it and can't get enough of it. Thank Goodness for moments like these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S34B4RMUWoI/AAAAAAAABug/RiM46i0wqWc/s1600-h/P1030107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439787466109508226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S34B4RMUWoI/AAAAAAAABug/RiM46i0wqWc/s400/P1030107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S34B3rNiTMI/AAAAAAAABuY/e3WVgm41uoA/s1600-h/P1030105.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439787455914069186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S34B3rNiTMI/AAAAAAAABuY/e3WVgm41uoA/s400/P1030105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-1520130357823379312?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1520130357823379312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=1520130357823379312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1520130357823379312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1520130357823379312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/02/much-needed-moment.html' title='Much needed moment'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S34B4RMUWoI/AAAAAAAABug/RiM46i0wqWc/s72-c/P1030107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-2531081655405351251</id><published>2010-02-15T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:37:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN YOU TELL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S3nabMitosI/AAAAAAAABuI/rvY2F4XbYZ0/s1600-h/P1030094.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438618185784730306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S3nabMitosI/AAAAAAAABuI/rvY2F4XbYZ0/s400/P1030094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I somehow dressed Mallory and Kelsey the same for church yesterday and they looked so darn cute! But by the looks of the picture you would think that we had a nice quiet peaceful sabbath morning. You would never know that Mallory was in time-out serveral times, had thrown several temper-tantrums, and smelled like syrup. You would never know that Kelsey was crying just 2 seconds prior to sitting her next to her big sis. I just think it's funny because, when I look back at this picture, am I going to remember just how crazy our Sunday mornings were?? I'll probably forget... and that's when I'll say I'm ready for another baby! =P&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/9198668331779403815-2531081655405351251?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2531081655405351251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=2531081655405351251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2531081655405351251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2531081655405351251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-you-tell.html' title='CAN YOU TELL?'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S3nabMitosI/AAAAAAAABuI/rvY2F4XbYZ0/s72-c/P1030094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4341040864440065314</id><published>2010-02-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:33:48.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this tired mom of two energetic girls decided to multi-task and be daring and give both the girls a bath... at the same time. Now, to some of you moms, this may seem like a breeeze but I'm new to this more-than-one-kid thing and I was a little worried that this brazen idea could quickly turn disasterous! Thankfully, to my surprise and a boost in my confidence, it went great! Kelsey LOVED the water and Mallory loved helping me. Well, ok, she loved pouring water all over her sister. And, yes, I feel a need to take pictures of everything... I refuse to let the second kid have little to no pictures of herself as a child! So, enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGKPD4d5I/AAAAAAAABuA/EWsV8moC_60/s1600-h/P1030079.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514517008086930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGKPD4d5I/AAAAAAAABuA/EWsV8moC_60/s400/P1030079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGBq5-O1I/AAAAAAAABt4/p7dr5d2nybA/s1600-h/P1030074.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514369863891794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGBq5-O1I/AAAAAAAABt4/p7dr5d2nybA/s400/P1030074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGBBuZefI/AAAAAAAABtw/hIPkOx8xLMg/s1600-h/P1030065.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514358809491954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGBBuZefI/AAAAAAAABtw/hIPkOx8xLMg/s400/P1030065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGAu3NFuI/AAAAAAAABto/GHHeWutg7Zw/s1600-h/P1030078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434514353746155234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGAu3NFuI/AAAAAAAABto/GHHeWutg7Zw/s400/P1030078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-4341040864440065314?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4341040864440065314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4341040864440065314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4341040864440065314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4341040864440065314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/02/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S2tGKPD4d5I/AAAAAAAABuA/EWsV8moC_60/s72-c/P1030079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6527272145027989979</id><published>2010-01-25T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:55:57.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Help Myself</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help it. I had to post this picture! These are the cutest girls I've ever seen (of course I'm a little biased though). I just wanted the world to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S14S_sTAPLI/AAAAAAAABtg/Ib4TqXa_eYM/s1600-h/P1030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430799086087322802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S14S_sTAPLI/AAAAAAAABtg/Ib4TqXa_eYM/s400/P1030028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-6527272145027989979?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6527272145027989979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6527272145027989979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6527272145027989979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6527272145027989979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-help-myself.html' title='Can&apos;t Help Myself'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S14S_sTAPLI/AAAAAAAABtg/Ib4TqXa_eYM/s72-c/P1030028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1765917050932031507</id><published>2010-01-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:21:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TWO KIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I've been the mother to two kids now for 13 whole days! And man it has kicked my butt! I think the hardest thing is to find my "new normal". I had to find a new normal when Mallory came along and I've been doing things like that for 2 1/2 years. I guess now I've got to change it up in order to keep up with two kids! Bryce and I have felt so blessed since the day Kelsey was born... for several reasons. One, she's a beautiful little girl with a much more laid-back attitude toward life than Mallory every had. And second, we've been surrounded and cared for by so many wonderful family members, friends, and church members that it's all very humbling. And the biggest blessing I think we walked away with (besides Kelsey herself) was a safe C-section delivery. I had wanted to do VBAC for the whole pregnancy. I was determined to do it and I had researched a lot and questioned many docs. In the end, my doc said she just didn't feel right about it. And after much thought and prayer, I was given a very gentle and subtle feeling of peace that a C-section was the way to go. I was bummed and nervous about it all but I wasn't about to question the feelings I had. Well, when it came down to it, after my doctor had opened me up that morning, she discovered that we had, without a doubt, made a decision that could've saved my life as well as Kelsey's. My old Uterine scar was already tearing open and if I had attempted to labor, I could have ruptured my uterus and bled out. I still get the eebie-jeebies thinkin' about what COULD have happened had I not listened the prompting I received. Nonetheless, all went well and this C-section was a much more pleasant experience than the last. (A special Thanks to the DuroMorph they put into my spinal--wonderful stuff). I was outta the hospital in 2 days and soo glad to recover more at home. Bryce has been my hero. He's had to take of three girls these past couple weeks AND go back to work. He's my rock, that's for sure! And, Mallory is slowly taking to the idea of being a big sister. She still needs to work on the patience thing since I can't get to her the very second she needs me. But, overall, I think she's adjusting pretty well. So, I guess that's it for now. I should get back to my motherly duties. Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S1T48PjWKBI/AAAAAAAABsI/1mUJ7lMJGqE/s1600-h/P1020837.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428237164738914322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S1T48PjWKBI/AAAAAAAABsI/1mUJ7lMJGqE/s400/P1020837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S1T6ruEekeI/AAAAAAAABtQ/W0Z1DA9TtRI/s1600-h/P1020838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428239079896420834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S1T6ruEekeI/AAAAAAAABtQ/W0Z1DA9TtRI/s400/P1020838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S1T48pBlLzI/AAAAAAAABsQ/mO8nHXo-Kz8/s1600-h/P1020852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428237171576614706" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470129884769682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0QJWS25LZI/AAAAAAAABrw/_S1IVhX6sMw/s400/P1020891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0QJCEGBLYI/AAAAAAAABro/rp0Abyhvb-M/s1600-h/P1020889.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0QJBqyoOWI/AAAAAAAABrg/XsN2MScUIMg/s1600-h/P1020916.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469775532079458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0QJBqyoOWI/AAAAAAAABrg/XsN2MScUIMg/s400/P1020916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-6357885630691710750?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6357885630691710750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6357885630691710750&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6357885630691710750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6357885630691710750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-world.html' title='WELCOME TO THE WORLD...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0QJWS25LZI/AAAAAAAABrw/_S1IVhX6sMw/s72-c/P1020891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1348574563004809866</id><published>2010-01-04T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:12:06.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Tummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'm not sad to say that I'll be saying good-bye to my preggo belly tomorrow and gaining a daughter! And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. But I'm also very excited to meet our daughter. It all still seems to unreal even though I've had a bun in the oven for the past 39 weeks! I couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive and now that it has, I'm a like, "wait!! I'm not ready!!" I don't think I'll ever be fully ready but, ready or not, here she comes! I'll try my best to post pictures soon after she is born. Or maybe Bryce will have to help out with that! I took my last pregnant picture yesterday and I'm still in disbelief that I only gained about 16 pounds. And if she weighs in at at least 1/2 that... that's awesome! Anyway, next time I post, I'll be a mother of two! Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0Ig1ZgdMgI/AAAAAAAABrY/2J61S32X9Jk/s1600-h/P1020829.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933003059671554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0Ig1ZgdMgI/AAAAAAAABrY/2J61S32X9Jk/s400/P1020829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-1348574563004809866?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1348574563004809866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=1348574563004809866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1348574563004809866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1348574563004809866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-bye-tummy.html' title='Good Bye Tummy!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/S0Ig1ZgdMgI/AAAAAAAABrY/2J61S32X9Jk/s72-c/P1020829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8707902432243212277</id><published>2009-12-31T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:06:28.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FLOWER GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Natalee (my sister in law) finally took the plunge into married life and Mallory was her flower girl. Just knowing my daughter, I was a bit nervous that she would have a fit in the middle of it all and just throw herself to the ground and cry (especially since we could tell she was starting to get a cold). Then, since my belly is way too big, I'd have to send Bryce to get her out of the aisle. BUT thankfully, she surprised the both of us and did an awesome job! Aunt Hayley helped her down the aisle a bit but other than that she did it all on her own. I was a proud mama! I also couldn't help but think how stinkin' cute she looked in her dress with her hair all done up. Her hair was done by me (with the help of Tinkerbell, M&amp;amp;Ms and Bryce) and I wasn't too sure what it was gonna look like since I'm not a hair doin' kinda girl. But, although I didn't LOVE it, it did the job. I even made the hair clips. Kinda domestic of me huh? Then it was picture time and Mallory was hamming it up like I've never seen her do! She was posing and smiling and sticking out her hip. Too funny! So, because of all her cuteness and my love of the camera, we ended up with some 100+ pictures from the day's events. Don't worry, I didn't post ALL of them. The ones towards the end are of the reception. Mallory was the Belle of the ball. I think she danced for pretty much the whole 3 hours we were there. Good thing there were plenty of volunteers to dance with her cause this mama can barely roll over in bed these days, let alone, groove to a beat on the dance floor! I hope I'm not bragging too much but I just love my sweet girl. And they say it's possible to love kid #2 just as much?? Crazy! So, enjoy the pics. This might be my last post for a bit since I'm having my C-section on Tuesday the 5th (FINALLY). We will post pics of the exciting day when we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmMClSHAI/AAAAAAAABrA/RRxC_wUGzc4/s1600-h/P1020665.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461145973300226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmMClSHAI/AAAAAAAABrA/RRxC_wUGzc4/s400/P1020665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poor Girl wanted to go play outside sooo badly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmLjAQoQI/AAAAAAAABq4/bEJ_tbKrNC8/s1600-h/P1020667.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461137496514818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmLjAQoQI/AAAAAAAABq4/bEJ_tbKrNC8/s400/P1020667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this shot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmLF5YMgI/AAAAAAAABqw/7rUsFhn4Amk/s1600-h/P1020670.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461129683022338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmLF5YMgI/AAAAAAAABqw/7rUsFhn4Amk/s400/P1020670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her diva look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzlwRMXf-I/AAAAAAAABqo/wREd4T4OgO0/s1600-h/P1020676.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421460668858990562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzlwRMXf-I/AAAAAAAABqo/wREd4T4OgO0/s400/P1020676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What good lookin' siblings huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Szzlv0w0BTI/AAAAAAAABqg/NfkoLudVDxU/s1600-h/P1020682.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421460661227226418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Szzlv0w0BTI/AAAAAAAABqg/NfkoLudVDxU/s400/P1020682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzlvBrLdSI/AAAAAAAABqY/_kgBoq1RE04/s1600-h/P1020683.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421460647513388322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzlvBrLdSI/AAAAAAAABqY/_kgBoq1RE04/s400/P1020683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory and Hayley rocked that aisle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzluuHXZSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/UoKtNL8It7o/s1600-h/P1020696.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421460642262902050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzluuHXZSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/UoKtNL8It7o/s400/P1020696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkGYxePLI/AAAAAAAABqI/aHm6cXSjQ_o/s1600-h/P1020697.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458849827536050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkGYxePLI/AAAAAAAABqI/aHm6cXSjQ_o/s400/P1020697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big "I do" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkGBlHOFI/AAAAAAAABqA/-p_tQnPwx54/s1600-h/P1020701.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458843601680466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkGBlHOFI/AAAAAAAABqA/-p_tQnPwx54/s400/P1020701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HER TO PIECES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkFudhfYI/AAAAAAAABp4/tAPfzkAMkbs/s1600-h/P1020723.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458838469574018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkFudhfYI/AAAAAAAABp4/tAPfzkAMkbs/s400/P1020723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkFKDctgI/AAAAAAAABpw/LukYJvb0EDE/s1600-h/P1020742.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458828696532482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzkFKDctgI/AAAAAAAABpw/LukYJvb0EDE/s400/P1020742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzjEUiNW2I/AAAAAAAABpo/s33I4kdwDuo/s1600-h/P1020756.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421457714818407266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzjEUiNW2I/AAAAAAAABpo/s33I4kdwDuo/s400/P1020756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you say "no" to a dance with this face??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sz6MFhFhX-I/AAAAAAAABrI/CJoZxqbquKQ/s1600-h/P1020772.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421925027809419234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sz6MFhFhX-I/AAAAAAAABrI/CJoZxqbquKQ/s400/P1020772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sz6Nc6-fyqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/DV9GgadxMuE/s1600-h/P1020775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421926529407896226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sz6Nc6-fyqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/DV9GgadxMuE/s400/P1020775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzjDbi3yyI/AAAAAAAABpY/K1dCh8jsXNo/s1600-h/P1020782.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421457699520367394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzjDbi3yyI/AAAAAAAABpY/K1dCh8jsXNo/s400/P1020782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even did the toast... she didn't miss a part of this celebration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzjDGoWAXI/AAAAAAAABpQ/B-azNmsFE-Y/s1600-h/P1020784.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421457693906174322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzjDGoWAXI/AAAAAAAABpQ/B-azNmsFE-Y/s400/P1020784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziR6DzFLI/AAAAAAAABpI/rVtin78Rm1I/s1600-h/P1020802.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421456848718075058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziR6DzFLI/AAAAAAAABpI/rVtin78Rm1I/s400/P1020802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziRdllkDI/AAAAAAAABpA/YFKkw07zGF4/s1600-h/P1020807.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421456841075167282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziRdllkDI/AAAAAAAABpA/YFKkw07zGF4/s400/P1020807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family dance... big belly and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziQ7YhXiI/AAAAAAAABo4/BooEaBlozQ0/s1600-h/P1020821.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421456831893560866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziQ7YhXiI/AAAAAAAABo4/BooEaBlozQ0/s400/P1020821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a lucky girl I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziQiTUsSI/AAAAAAAABow/HUJJ0uAQYFQ/s1600-h/P1020823.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421456825160872226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzziQiTUsSI/AAAAAAAABow/HUJJ0uAQYFQ/s400/P1020823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8707902432243212277?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8707902432243212277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8707902432243212277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8707902432243212277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8707902432243212277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-flower-girl.html' title='MY FLOWER GIRL'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzzmMClSHAI/AAAAAAAABrA/RRxC_wUGzc4/s72-c/P1020665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5221829125973247595</id><published>2009-12-30T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:29:28.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'm a little late but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;! I hope everyone had a great christmas! We had a busy but exciting couple of days. Lots of family to visit which made it all that much better! Mallory really understood what was actually going on this year which made it a lot of fun for us. She is slowly getting the idea of "baby Jesus" and "Tanta". She is also getting pretty good at singing some parts of Jingle Bells! She also made out with more presents than anyone but I expected that! Bryce and I quietly exchanged our own gifts while Mallory reveled in her new toys. It was a sweet and quiet evening for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqF5GQkEI/AAAAAAAABoo/PbNH_loPp4E/s1600-h/P1020634.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183963417841730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqF5GQkEI/AAAAAAAABoo/PbNH_loPp4E/s400/P1020634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this was Mallory's all time favorite present this year from G'ma Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqFXNtESI/AAAAAAAABog/xbxNX0JZ_Wc/s1600-h/P1020641.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183954322264354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqFXNtESI/AAAAAAAABog/xbxNX0JZ_Wc/s400/P1020641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her new movie, in her new jammies, on her new sleeping bag, waiting for Santa to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqFLEOPqI/AAAAAAAABoY/Io8gMeKNdck/s1600-h/P1020639.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183951061270178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqFLEOPqI/AAAAAAAABoY/Io8gMeKNdck/s400/P1020639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Szvpdrx4m-I/AAAAAAAABoQ/YOyGSq0YvZs/s1600-h/P1020625.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183272647957474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Szvpdrx4m-I/AAAAAAAABoQ/YOyGSq0YvZs/s400/P1020625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvpdOWNZyI/AAAAAAAABoI/vJ9Dlq_1xdM/s1600-h/P1020623.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183264747251490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvpdOWNZyI/AAAAAAAABoI/vJ9Dlq_1xdM/s400/P1020623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mallory talked about Santa all the time but this as close as she would get to him... even though it was my older brother in the suit! Glad she shys away from strangers to be honest. But she got close enough to get her candy cane and RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvpclCgAUI/AAAAAAAABoA/7hanMkwBuxc/s1600-h/P1020608.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183253658730818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvpclCgAUI/AAAAAAAABoA/7hanMkwBuxc/s400/P1020608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing dress up with Cousin Ash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvpcFkdHkI/AAAAAAAABn4/27kEp0ZFOs0/s1600-h/P1020612.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421183245211213378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvpcFkdHkI/AAAAAAAABn4/27kEp0ZFOs0/s400/P1020612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5221829125973247595?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5221829125973247595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5221829125973247595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5221829125973247595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5221829125973247595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SzvqF5GQkEI/AAAAAAAABoo/PbNH_loPp4E/s72-c/P1020634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-2028115378041200540</id><published>2009-11-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:12:20.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A HAIRY EXPERIMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One night after Mallory's bath I decided to try out some sponge curlers on Mallory's hair. I'm trying to decide how to do her hair for her upcoming flower girl debut so I thought I would start experiementing now since I have no hair experience (seeing as I grew up with four brothers)! Anyway, so we put in the curlers and couldn't wait to see what they would look like the next morning but I don't think anything could have prepared me for what her hair looked like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SxQJeJVdheI/AAAAAAAABm0/jg0kEYdX1kY/s1600/100_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409959465885468130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SxQJeJVdheI/AAAAAAAABm0/jg0kEYdX1kY/s400/100_1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY GOSH!! Look at that curly fro!!! Bryce and I were laughing so hard we were crying! She almost looks like she's wearing a wig!! So my lesson learned?? Use the bigger curlers next time around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SxQJebpFQ8I/AAAAAAAABm8/7nG0AAcoB_8/s1600/100_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409959470799602626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SxQJebpFQ8I/AAAAAAAABm8/7nG0AAcoB_8/s400/100_1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-2028115378041200540?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2028115378041200540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=2028115378041200540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2028115378041200540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2028115378041200540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/11/hairy-experiment.html' title='A HAIRY EXPERIMENT'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SxQJeJVdheI/AAAAAAAABm0/jg0kEYdX1kY/s72-c/100_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8480271552018180850</id><published>2009-11-17T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:02:48.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Einstein RECALL</title><content type='html'>I found some interesting things on the internet the other day. Appearantly Disney was threatened to be sued for false advertising; therefore, they have recalled all baby Einstein DVDs. Disney claimed that Baby Einstein Videos would make your child smarter when, in actuality, studies are saying that it (TV) actually harms your child and puts them at a higher risk for ADHD. And some say that it inhibits their imagination and their language skills as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what THEY &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt;... but I don't neccesarily believe it. Moderation in all things! My daughter LOVED baby Einstein up til about 18 months. I wouldn't allow her to watch more than one 30 minute video per day. And that was usually so I could shower! I would rather have her watching silly puppets than sponge bob squarepants. Nowadays (is that a word??) parents are going to put their children in front of a TV at some point and why not an innocent puppet-type show that plays classical music? I think it's all sort of silly if you ask me. My daughter turned out just fine- language and imagination and all. But if you're interested I've included the website where you can return/exchange your DVDs. I might return a couple only cause Mallory didn't seem to enjoy them. Otherwise, I think some people (especially those without kids) should stop telling parents that everything causes ADHD and that everything they do could be detrimental to their child. Give it a rest, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyeinstein.com/parentsguide/satisfaction/upgrade_us.aspx"&gt;http://www.babyeinstein.com/parentsguide/satisfaction/upgrade_us.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8480271552018180850?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8480271552018180850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8480271552018180850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8480271552018180850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8480271552018180850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-einstein-recall.html' title='Baby Einstein RECALL'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4165963057262584974</id><published>2009-11-09T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:45:33.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Girl Boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rCf6MX9U-8A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rCf6MX9U-8A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this video is mostly for  Mallory's Auntie's but, of course, all are welcome to watch! Mallory just got her flower girl dress in the mail and loved putting it on and prancing around in it It was cracking me up cause I've never seen her dance so silly! She truly is my joy and my sunshine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-4165963057262584974?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4165963057262584974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4165963057262584974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4165963057262584974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4165963057262584974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/11/flower-girl-boogie.html' title='Flower Girl Boogie'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4410280128910962329</id><published>2009-11-01T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:03:53.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twick O Tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I'm only about a week late on this one!! Just wanted to post some fun pics from our Halloween! This year Mallory really understood what was going on which made it all that more fun for us. We started out our halloween by carving the little pumpkins we got the week prior. And it's a good thing we have the "safety" carving knifes cause Mallory went a little crazy with the carving. She kept waving the knife around and saying "I do it!" And then she grabbed the sharpie and decided her pumpkin needed some "hair" colored on! It was a gorgeous day out which made it such a great morning. Oh yeah, and Aunt "Haydy" (Hayley) joined us too! Great start to Mallory's 3rd halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jlXxjVyI/AAAAAAAABmk/XmPVtBpL7V8/s1600-h/P1020324.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399292128207787810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jlXxjVyI/AAAAAAAABmk/XmPVtBpL7V8/s400/P1020324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jW5_pECI/AAAAAAAABmc/u0r19FA5sIY/s1600-h/P1020340.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291879695650850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jW5_pECI/AAAAAAAABmc/u0r19FA5sIY/s400/P1020340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not too fond of touching the "yuckies" inside the pumpkin and resorted to using a spoon! That's our girlie girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jWqg0AFI/AAAAAAAABmU/eMswuIOWxv4/s1600-h/P1020342.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291875539812434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jWqg0AFI/AAAAAAAABmU/eMswuIOWxv4/s400/P1020342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jWHmpLKI/AAAAAAAABmM/TyZ8yo5DV10/s1600-h/P1020348.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291866169027746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jWHmpLKI/AAAAAAAABmM/TyZ8yo5DV10/s400/P1020348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jVlY86ZI/AAAAAAAABmE/A7P-wCzgiQk/s1600-h/P1020359.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291856984795538" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jVlY86ZI/AAAAAAAABmE/A7P-wCzgiQk/s400/P1020359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our finished products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iZoQVblI/AAAAAAAABl8/k39kHPHzN2A/s1600-h/P1020373.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399290826961808978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iZoQVblI/AAAAAAAABl8/k39kHPHzN2A/s400/P1020373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iZCi_W0I/AAAAAAAABl0/fFwrF0eyxqY/s1600-h/P1020377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399290816839506754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iZCi_W0I/AAAAAAAABl0/fFwrF0eyxqY/s400/P1020377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was DRESS UP TIME! It was supposed to be fun but Mallory decided to not have a nap that day which royally messed up the evening. At one point I asked myself, "why am I doing this??" Anyway, she got to wear some glittery make-up (which cost as much as the stinkin' outfit!!) to complete her cheerleader costume. She LOVED putting it on and couldn't stop staring at herself in the mirror. Once again... that's her girlie girl side comin' out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iY_RA5qI/AAAAAAAABls/BvT53KtDG7Q/s1600-h/P1020379.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399290815958804130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iY_RA5qI/AAAAAAAABls/BvT53KtDG7Q/s400/P1020379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Give me and "M", Give me an "A"... she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4hpWEm-lI/AAAAAAAABlc/1zJbW3bnuUw/s1600-h/P1020384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289997447068242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4hpWEm-lI/AAAAAAAABlc/1zJbW3bnuUw/s400/P1020384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;And what would a halloween be with out our favorite cousin ASHLEY (AKA Tinkerbell)!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iYbswqSI/AAAAAAAABlk/2mk611Flm_E/s1600-h/P1020418.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399290806411503906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4iYbswqSI/AAAAAAAABlk/2mk611Flm_E/s400/P1020418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;After tripping over pumpkins and getting ran over by older kids, we decided to accompany her to the door! Boy, did she love getting candy! (Then again who doesn't??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4ho_Q_udI/AAAAAAAABlU/QCuoqHwtcBo/s1600-h/P1020400.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289991325006290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4ho_Q_udI/AAAAAAAABlU/QCuoqHwtcBo/s400/P1020400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I know, I know... we didn't dress up! Hey I was lucky to make it around the block with my growin' belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jzxzDAoI/AAAAAAAABms/1tSt11zGBJY/s1600-h/P1020420.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399292375711548034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jzxzDAoI/AAAAAAAABms/1tSt11zGBJY/s400/P1020420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;My sweet girl... I can't believe I'll have to worry about TWO girls' costumes next year! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4hn0Eu89I/AAAAAAAABlE/LRYACWx4qFE/s1600-h/P1020423.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289971140916178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4hn0Eu89I/AAAAAAAABlE/LRYACWx4qFE/s400/P1020423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-4410280128910962329?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4410280128910962329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4410280128910962329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4410280128910962329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4410280128910962329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/11/twick-o-tweet.html' title='Twick O Tweet'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Su4jlXxjVyI/AAAAAAAABmk/XmPVtBpL7V8/s72-c/P1020324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4939472707318867192</id><published>2009-10-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:50:08.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know... what a lazy and boring blogger I've been. I swear I have good reasons!! =P Well, I know you you were all very concerned and all BUT we are still here and doing well! These past couple months have been a whirlwind of activities and celebrations. And I know the next couple months will be the same. And then before you know it, I'll be popping out kid number two! So, below is a picture taken about a month ago. My belly has popped out even more since then but I haven't gotten a chance to take a good pic! (This was taken right before Bryce and I went out for dessert at the Melting Pot for our Anni). As far as the pregnancy goes, this one doesn't seem to be as easy as the last. Although, I feel bad for complaining because I know it could be much worse! I've gained a total of about 10 pounds, my wedding ring still fits, no stretch marks, and other than a tired back and feet, I guess it hasn't been too bad. My doc said I was anemic, so I've been on iron. And she said that my "fundus" is measuring large so I have an another ultrasound this week to make sure all is well. And, man, this baby can kick!! Sometimes I feel like she's gonna burst through my belly! Anyway, I'm 28 weeks and counting! I know it's gonna go by so quickly from here on out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93sE-t_iI/AAAAAAAABjk/y8sBBnJn8t8/s1600-h/100_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395162477747895842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93sE-t_iI/AAAAAAAABjk/y8sBBnJn8t8/s400/100_1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then there's my other child... my drama queen! She had a horrible month of terrible twos last month and I was ready to start looking up child psychologists! But (knock on wood) she has been doing much better lately. Her biggest fight with us right now is going to bed. Whether it's nap time or bed time, she's wants to let us know she can make her OWN decisions. The following pictures are of Mallory sleeping in various places. She would rather sleep on the floor than in her bed like we tell her too. Mind you, we didn't even know she'd gotten out of bed when we took these pics. She's become quite the master at tip-toeing around. I guess that's her way of getting her way. Whatever... at least she's asleep! As much of a pain as she can be I love her to pieces and wouldn't trade her for the most well-behaved child. She is the sweetest little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St943YnyZCI/AAAAAAAABj8/6-AuSXzTBuo/s1600-h/P1020194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163771510613026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St943YnyZCI/AAAAAAAABj8/6-AuSXzTBuo/s400/P1020194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St9428xKD9I/AAAAAAAABj0/VOp9196_DHo/s1600-h/P1020172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163764033720274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St9428xKD9I/AAAAAAAABj0/VOp9196_DHo/s400/P1020172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St942c8EyyI/AAAAAAAABjs/aOpE721RuKc/s1600-h/P1020166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163755489577762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St942c8EyyI/AAAAAAAABjs/aOpE721RuKc/s400/P1020166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was well-deserved US time! We both have felt like we've been neglecting "US" because of all the chaos. We've made it a point to spend more one-on-one time together. We celebrated our FOUR year anni last month. I can't believe it! And guess what?? Bryce has stuck around!! =P We used to always go to the beach when we were dating so that's just what we did for our anni. We had a quiet (and foggy) dinner on the beach! It was FABULOUS!! I was just bummed we couldn't see the sunset. I sure do love my hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93q2HUB0I/AAAAAAAABjM/XXkp2SQuUZg/s1600-h/100_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395162456577541954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93q2HUB0I/AAAAAAAABjM/XXkp2SQuUZg/s400/100_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was my B-day last week! I'm the big 2-8. Ugh... it seem so old to me. I feel like I was just 21 the other day! We had a great meal with the fam and Bryce made me my mom's famous 3-layer chocolate cake... MMMmm! Delicious!! Then the next day, once again, Bryce and I wanted a whole day to ourselves so I chose to go to Universal Studios for my gift! I think it was the most time we'd spent just the two of us since out last Anniversary. We had tons of fun. My favorite part was that I got to hold Bryce's hand ALL day... instead of a stroller, or a diaper bag or a 2 year old trying to run off. It was wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93rfc0pPI/AAAAAAAABjU/vH14h-zVB-Q/s1600-h/100_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395162467673613554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93rfc0pPI/AAAAAAAABjU/vH14h-zVB-Q/s400/100_1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a handsome hubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93rrZC40I/AAAAAAAABjc/kqZDOmDTexQ/s1600-h/100_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395162470878995266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93rrZC40I/AAAAAAAABjc/kqZDOmDTexQ/s400/100_1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Lastly, was the pumpkin patch this week. Bryce and I have always gone. In fact, that was one of the first things we ever did when we started dating. I'm determined to keep the tradition. Plus, Mallory loves it!! As I was organizing my pics, I found Mallory's first pumpkin patch visit. I seem like just yesterday she was being held up by ginomormous pumpkins... and now, she can pick them up herself! So, I guess that's all I've got to say about the pumpkin patch. I think the pics speak for themselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St98b9-JtmI/AAAAAAAABk8/KJ9LG0vFfk0/s1600-h/100_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395167698546701922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St98b9-JtmI/AAAAAAAABk8/KJ9LG0vFfk0/s400/100_3391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St96Cc1TedI/AAAAAAAABkk/A2TSvO0uVVg/s1600-h/P1020245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395165061131237842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St96Cc1TedI/AAAAAAAABkk/A2TSvO0uVVg/s400/P1020245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95dIN0CLI/AAAAAAAABkE/Q7bvXF13S1U/s1600-h/P1020230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395164419941730482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95dIN0CLI/AAAAAAAABkE/Q7bvXF13S1U/s400/P1020230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95dgorovI/AAAAAAAABkM/XuYu5dPJGpY/s1600-h/P1020235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395164426496877298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95dgorovI/AAAAAAAABkM/XuYu5dPJGpY/s400/P1020235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95efLBatI/AAAAAAAABkc/vBcnwmr4GbQ/s1600-h/P1020239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395164443283909330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95efLBatI/AAAAAAAABkc/vBcnwmr4GbQ/s400/P1020239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St96Cr5nhDI/AAAAAAAABks/NVoudjtLDAc/s1600-h/P1020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395165065175860274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St96Cr5nhDI/AAAAAAAABks/NVoudjtLDAc/s400/P1020274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her goofy "cheese" smile. We need to work on that before we take family pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95d2YA0pI/AAAAAAAABkU/Ll63md_0IWE/s1600-h/P1020257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395164432332542610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St95d2YA0pI/AAAAAAAABkU/Ll63md_0IWE/s400/P1020257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is truly my greatest blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St96DHyZe8I/AAAAAAAABk0/02I1-OBcxf0/s1600-h/P1020279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395165072661773250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St96DHyZe8I/AAAAAAAABk0/02I1-OBcxf0/s400/P1020279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-4939472707318867192?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4939472707318867192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4939472707318867192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4939472707318867192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4939472707318867192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/10/recap.html' title='RECAP'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/St93sE-t_iI/AAAAAAAABjk/y8sBBnJn8t8/s72-c/100_1690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3400479048710122914</id><published>2009-09-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:46:15.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb7fa7459b6abba8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb7fa7459b6abba8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331916129%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507D75B277DBEB33E7F8DAD5C8FD8ADF98403ED7.426E76330194B2B8A277A29F8D3D33B216A21CB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb7fa7459b6abba8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK2LeTEZTIl-HFp8WlYONMPgtj-M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb7fa7459b6abba8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331916129%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507D75B277DBEB33E7F8DAD5C8FD8ADF98403ED7.426E76330194B2B8A277A29F8D3D33B216A21CB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb7fa7459b6abba8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK2LeTEZTIl-HFp8WlYONMPgtj-M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Bryce is the big 2-7 now!! It was his birthday yesterday... although we celebrated on Monday.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey! We love you!!&lt;/span&gt; This little video clip was something I was trying to since before Bryce's birthday but Mallory doesn't perform on command, I couldn't help but record Mallory singing Happy Birthday to her Daddy... so darn cute! Mallory had been obssessed with "Happy Birthday Time" so, anything that has to do with a birthday, is her new favorite thing. After singing Happy Birthday a few times, Mallory easily caught on. I had to show this to everyone. The fact that she even let me record it is a miracle in itself! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3400479048710122914?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3400479048710122914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3400479048710122914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3400479048710122914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3400479048710122914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7600530013468884661</id><published>2009-08-26T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:08:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALF-BAKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, today is my half-way point for being pregnant!! In some ways I can't believe that I'm already 20 weeks and in other ways I can! Preganancy-wise I'm actually feeling pretty good right now. Every now and then I get uncomfortable cause the baby likes to hang out on one side of my abdomen. She's been kickin' away and Bryce has been able to feel her move and kick a ton... Mostly when it's time to go to bed. Her real active time seems to be between 830 and 10pm. Right after our other little munchkin goes to bed! We still don't have a name for daughter #2 or even a nickname... which is driving me crazy. But my dear calm hubby is not concerned at all! Mallory somehow ended up with the nickname "Monkey". And, sadly, she actually answers to it! So we are open to any suggestions on names and nicknames. My belly is certainly growing... it seems like it's getting bigger everyday. Although, I'm so glad that I've only gained ONE pound over the last five months. It was my goal to not gain any weight until AT LEAST 5 months... but I think that's pretty darn close! And poor Mallory doesn't understand why she can't jump on mommy any more. I try to tell her that she can't jump on my tummy cause sister is in there but I think that just makes her want to do it even more! Sooo... yep... there ya go. I'm half done growing a baby and here's my latest preggo pic! Enjoy and I'll update again when I get a chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SpVrR6A3zJI/AAAAAAAABjE/c9BvMaXEBwg/s1600-h/100_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374319685711416466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SpVrR6A3zJI/AAAAAAAABjE/c9BvMaXEBwg/s400/100_1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-7600530013468884661?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7600530013468884661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7600530013468884661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7600530013468884661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7600530013468884661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/08/half-baked.html' title='HALF-BAKED'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SpVrR6A3zJI/AAAAAAAABjE/c9BvMaXEBwg/s72-c/100_1646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6190599915554238257</id><published>2009-08-20T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:02:55.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIT OF RELAXATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally, things have slowed just a little bit! We have been going so crazy that we haven't had much to blog about other than that we are crazy busy with "life"! So I thought I'd give you a very brief update, so as to not bore you! So we have finally settled in our new house and thankfully we are still in the same ward! We've all adjusted well except for the night that a previous tenant walked into out house at 3am... let's just say he was a smart kid to run out once he realized he was in the wrong house. We were already cocked and ready go... if you know what I mean! And other than living under the flight path to the airport, we are enjoying our new place! Bryce is still hard at work and unfortunately his shop is kinda slow these days. So, we are glad with any work he gets these days. Mallory is in her terrible-twos but she makes up for it when she smiles and showers me with kisses. I swear she had a sixth sense that she's not going to be the only child for much longer. She's been more of a mama's girl that ever! (But I think I do secretly enjoy it!). As for myself, I'm just taking things day by day. I'm now nearly 5 months preggo with our 2nd daughter!! (Half-way!!) And my thoughts are now consumed with what are we gonna name her?? And I also freaked out a little last night to Bryce because I just now realized how quickly the 2nd half of the pregnancy is going to go. Our second half of the year is always busy. Between our birthdays, our anniversary, holidays (halloween, thanksgiving, christmas and new years) and we were hoping for one more vacation this year... it'll fly by! I'm also still working as much as I can to save a bunch a money to take off as much time as I can when the baby arrives. Man, I do miss those lazy, single, and no responsibility days! So, that's about it for now. I'm loving the quiet we've had the past couple weeks. It's the calm before the storm I'm guessing! And just cause I love posting picture of Mallory... here are some pics that I took the other day. Bryce complained that he didn't have any updated pics of Mallory in his toolbox so I put my amateur photography to work! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HazVCyyI/AAAAAAAABik/-jN-riHL1nI/s1600-h/P1020056.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169193791867682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HazVCyyI/AAAAAAAABik/-jN-riHL1nI/s400/P1020056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HceQ1ICI/AAAAAAAABi8/axAZmJplyUg/s1600-h/P1020081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169222496788514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HceQ1ICI/AAAAAAAABi8/axAZmJplyUg/s400/P1020081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3Hb2_YCXI/AAAAAAAABi0/5v8iNLbrr_U/s1600-h/P1020075.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169211954596210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3Hb2_YCXI/AAAAAAAABi0/5v8iNLbrr_U/s400/P1020075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HbcqWnfI/AAAAAAAABis/D3_4MSLfeXo/s1600-h/P1020086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169204887100914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HbcqWnfI/AAAAAAAABis/D3_4MSLfeXo/s400/P1020086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-6190599915554238257?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6190599915554238257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6190599915554238257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6190599915554238257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6190599915554238257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/08/bit-of-relaxation.html' title='A BIT OF RELAXATION'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/So3HazVCyyI/AAAAAAAABik/-jN-riHL1nI/s72-c/P1020056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3752047475339747415</id><published>2009-08-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:03:14.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DRAMA QUEEN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;As if we didn't have our hands full with ONE little girl running the house, we are about to gain another one! That's right, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we are having another GIRL!!&lt;/span&gt; I was quite shocked and I didn't believe the tech at first! I coulda sworn this one would be a boy! Maybe it's because I wanted one so bad that I had convinced myself that's what it was. Anyway, we are pretty darn sure it's a girl. I have told Bryce since Mallory was born that as long as the second kid was much easier and less dramatic than her, we could survive... boy or girl. I think Bryce is beginning to feel outnumbered and is wondering if he'll ever have a son to build a car with. If you ask me, I think the Lord is smart one... he knew that if this baby was a boy we probably would've stopped at 2 kids. This is his way of telling us otherwise! So, now that I'm over the initial shock of being the mother of two little girls... I'm getting excited. Although I have a hard time with how sensitive little girls are, I love their sweetness and of course the dresses and hair bows. I've already done one girl... what's one more!? I also never had a sister so, hopefully, Mallory will be best friends with her new little sister! We're working on names... we had a boy name pretty much picked out but it looks like we will have put that one in a box for safe-keeping for now! And, pictured below is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our latest picture of daughter #2&lt;/span&gt;. It cracks me up AND freaks me out. If you can see what I'm talking about, you can see her little face and her right hand over her forehead. You know the way actors but there hands over their forehead when they're about to faint. To me, that screams drama queen. Only time will tell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sn9R49z4MVI/AAAAAAAABic/HBjHuTNk__A/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099319955599698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sn9R49z4MVI/AAAAAAAABic/HBjHuTNk__A/s400/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3752047475339747415?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3752047475339747415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3752047475339747415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3752047475339747415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3752047475339747415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-drama-queen.html' title='ANOTHER DRAMA QUEEN?'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sn9R49z4MVI/AAAAAAAABic/HBjHuTNk__A/s72-c/baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-403133105552923877</id><published>2009-07-09T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:18:24.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, I had my second ultrasound today at 13 weeks and 1 day. It's amazing what a difference 5 weeks makes! The baby went from a blob to a baby! I was quite impressed with what I could see today. He/she has 5 fingers on each hand, all the limbs, a bladder, two kidneys, a fabulous looking spine, a stomach... it was awesome. And I'm telling you, I can already feel the baby moving. I know it sounds crazy at 13 weeks but there's no other explanation for what I feel. And no... it's not gas! And after seeing the baby dancing around in my belly, I know it's the baby I feel! Anyway, I totally felt some bonding going on today! I walked out of that office with that pregnant glow for the first time this pregnancy! I was just bummed that Bryce couldn't be there to see it all. Somebody has to go to work and make some money right!? So, here are our ultrasound pictures from today. I love the one of the hand waving to us! The other one is kinda cool but kinda creeps me out cause the baby looks quite a bit like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skeletor&lt;/span&gt; from the He-Man cartoons. But, hey, it's only a face a mother could love right? Enjoy the pics and I sure hope to have more in four weeks with a great picture of a boy or a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SlbAswtaVaI/AAAAAAAABiU/ZyQuMIIbuII/s1600-h/babyhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356680682025932194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SlbAswtaVaI/AAAAAAAABiU/ZyQuMIIbuII/s400/babyhand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SlbAssGFbDI/AAAAAAAABiM/f3qhDgjcExM/s1600-h/babybentley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356680680787242034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SlbAssGFbDI/AAAAAAAABiM/f3qhDgjcExM/s400/babybentley2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-403133105552923877?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/403133105552923877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=403133105552923877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/403133105552923877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/403133105552923877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing.html' title='INTRODUCING...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SlbAswtaVaI/AAAAAAAABiU/ZyQuMIIbuII/s72-c/babyhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4323576451484990942</id><published>2009-06-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:28:21.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY IS TWO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKoULh5TBI/AAAAAAAABiE/c0zSlDX0P24/s1600-h/a8d1f022-3252-11dc-9bde-001320cc685fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351024371915377682" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKoULh5TBI/AAAAAAAABiE/c0zSlDX0P24/s400/a8d1f022-3252-11dc-9bde-001320cc685fw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Just Two Years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKmdyw6QqI/AAAAAAAABh8/jxalFfLVs28/s1600-h/P1010698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022338042905250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKmdyw6QqI/AAAAAAAABh8/jxalFfLVs28/s400/P1010698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I realize I haven't been the best blogger these days but if you saw what we've been up to lately and how horribly tired I am from being preggo, you would know why. Anyway... so yep... Mallory is two years old!! What happened to the last two years of my life?? It just seems like yesterday that I was preggo and begging the doctor to "get this thing outta me!" I just can't seem to wrap my mind around it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I knew that I would be in the yucky first trimester of pregnancy when Mallory's birthday rolled around. So, we opted for something simple and relaxed. The only thing I really had to do was make the cake... which did not quite turn out how I had pictured it in my head. We had just a little family get together at our pool. I did my best to decorate in the Little Mermaid theme. I think my favorite was Mallory's swimsuit. She kept looking at her belly and saying "Aerial". And this year Mallory did great at blowing out her candles... over and over! =P Altogether it was a good day and we were glad we could share it with family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My attempt at Mallory's Mermaid cake. The picture in my head was so much more elaborate and neat... oh well... A for effort. I don't expect too much out of myself right now... I'm growing a kid ya know! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKmdak-62I/AAAAAAAABh0/AKCc2YW5t68/s1600-h/P1010702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022331550428002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKmdak-62I/AAAAAAAABh0/AKCc2YW5t68/s400/P1010702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with Uncle Mark (and his blue cast!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKmdH9_QgI/AAAAAAAABhs/QkTl9LETUIY/s1600-h/P1010706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022326555034114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKmdH9_QgI/AAAAAAAABhs/QkTl9LETUIY/s400/P1010706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Auntie Sarah for bringing the bubbles... even if Mallory did spill them all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKirHrk_OI/AAAAAAAABhk/biWLDGfZrBQ/s1600-h/P1010709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351018168949472482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKirHrk_OI/AAAAAAAABhk/biWLDGfZrBQ/s400/P1010709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was only the FOURTH time she blew out her candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKiqs8pnII/AAAAAAAABhc/O-PfK6_1lgU/s1600-h/P1010716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351018161773321346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKiqs8pnII/AAAAAAAABhc/O-PfK6_1lgU/s400/P1010716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm... Cake!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKiqL-shaI/AAAAAAAABhU/gdO_fYf7qX4/s1600-h/P1010724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351018152923530658" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKiqL-shaI/AAAAAAAABhU/gdO_fYf7qX4/s400/P1010724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, she wasn't all that enthused about opening her presents. I think she did it more for me than anyone. It's pretty sad when you have to count to three to get your two year old to open her presesnts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKip_ytuFI/AAAAAAAABhM/7caJ91vtLgc/s1600-h/P1010739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351018149652052050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKip_ytuFI/AAAAAAAABhM/7caJ91vtLgc/s400/P1010739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-4323576451484990942?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4323576451484990942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4323576451484990942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4323576451484990942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4323576451484990942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-is-two.html' title='MY BABY IS TWO!!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SkKoULh5TBI/AAAAAAAABiE/c0zSlDX0P24/s72-c/a8d1f022-3252-11dc-9bde-001320cc685fw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7198891795847454426</id><published>2009-06-04T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:31:32.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALLORY'S ANNOUNCMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAMILY AND FRIENDS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MALLORY WANTED TO LET YOU ALL KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE'S GOING TO BE A....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAIT FOR IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SihZAjcAFZI/AAAAAAAABhA/VvlY5m8feac/s1600-h/P1010417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343618823922652562" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEP THAT'S RIGHT WE ARE DUE MID-JANUARY&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/9198668331779403815-7198891795847454426?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7198891795847454426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7198891795847454426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7198891795847454426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7198891795847454426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/06/mallorys-announcment.html' title='MALLORY&apos;S ANNOUNCMENT'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SihZAjcAFZI/AAAAAAAABhA/VvlY5m8feac/s72-c/P1010417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5658505706669328480</id><published>2009-04-29T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:29:39.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, and Tigers, and Ducks???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We finally got to go on one of our family vacations this year! We were so excited to go San Diego for an extended weekend! I think the trip was more for Mallory to learn about all the animals she loves but we sure enjoyed it too! The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold (minus the cool ocean breeze every once in awhile). As usual, the first night we go to the hotel Mallory was elated to adventure into everything in the hotel. Every drawer, every closet, every button. (The simple life of a toddler!) The morning was Sea World. I'd been wanting to go for quite some time since I can't even remember going as a child. Plus, Mallory is an animal/fish freak. I knew she would enjoy it. Her favorite, as well as ours, was the Shamu show. Mallory was mesmerized by the huge whale jumping in and out of the water. Then we met up with a friend and saw a couple other shows. Even venturing in the Shark encounter! That was pretty cool too. Although, it was a little exhausting we all had a fab time at sea world. Then we went to the Wild Animal Park. We saw all sorts of things... rhinos, giraffes, elephants, gorillas, baby cheetah... the list goes on. Mallory knows a lot of the animals names but, when she doesn't, the animal is all of a sudden a "horsie" or a "doggy". That Park had a lot of horsies and doggies! The one thing I just can't get over is how unafraid (if that's a word) Mallory was of the animals! She was upset with us because we wouldn't let her down to go play with the elephants! And I guess I shouldn't be too shocked but do you all want to know what Mallory's favorite animal was as the WILD animal park??? No, not the WILD lions, or the WILD giraffes... she loved the smelly, sooo not wild DUCKS!! Go figure. My child loves birds. Unfortunately, I'm not such a fan. So, just because I love to see Mallory happy, we spent a long time with the ducks and the lorikeets. I could've taken her a duck pond for free! =P Besides going to the parks, we did some swimming, hung out with Bryce's friends, and watched&lt;br /&gt;"Horton" one too many times. Although, I was ready to sleep in my own bed by the end of the trip, I was sad to have to come back to reality. I guess that's why I want to start planning our next vacation already! So, here are a million pictures (this is only a small portion of them) of our family trip. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO PROBLEM! Is she on vacation or what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho0rAfwpI/AAAAAAAABd4/JApJkuEChS8/s1600-h/100_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330125413100274322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho0rAfwpI/AAAAAAAABd4/JApJkuEChS8/s320/100_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ONE animal Mallory was afraid to get to close to-- the sting ray. I touched it in hopes that she would try to touch it. Fat chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho1NiJwVI/AAAAAAAABeA/vrACMyZ3XLk/s1600-h/P1010142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330125422368244050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho1NiJwVI/AAAAAAAABeA/vrACMyZ3XLk/s320/P1010142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Whaaaw (whale) where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhqbLvkgtI/AAAAAAAABeY/EvAgQeiXWnY/s1600-h/P1010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330127174234309330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhqbLvkgtI/AAAAAAAABeY/EvAgQeiXWnY/s320/P1010166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mallory, of course, had to take home a stuffed shamu of her own. And she hasn't let go of it since! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhqbzCD8RI/AAAAAAAABeo/7X1Ree-9HPM/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330127184780849426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhqbzCD8RI/AAAAAAAABeo/7X1Ree-9HPM/s320/P1010176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just right after the show. Even though we sat in the soak zone, we didn't get wet! Which was a good thing cause Mallory would've freaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhqbgMCDgI/AAAAAAAABeg/Wa0Etbt2r1I/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330127179722395138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhqbgMCDgI/AAAAAAAABeg/Wa0Etbt2r1I/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeding the Sea Lions some nasty stinky fish! That should've been daddy's job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho1UvptvI/AAAAAAAABeQ/zGa45icd2mY/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330125424303912690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho1UvptvI/AAAAAAAABeQ/zGa45icd2mY/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking a rest in the "Bay of Play", AKA "Bay of Germs" I'm sure. But she loved it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhuzwHcIDI/AAAAAAAABe4/O4C2ygLfJV0/s1600-h/P1010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330131994361471026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhuzwHcIDI/AAAAAAAABe4/O4C2ygLfJV0/s320/P1010216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Shark Encounters was pretty darn fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhu0Jm8jhI/AAAAAAAABfA/NwRPDjQdd2A/s1600-h/P1010232.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330132001204506130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhu0Jm8jhI/AAAAAAAABfA/NwRPDjQdd2A/s320/P1010232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately you can't see the Polar bear... he blends in with the spray-painted rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhu0J7_ZdI/AAAAAAAABfI/2C_Gtpeq13k/s1600-h/P1010240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330132001292772818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhu0J7_ZdI/AAAAAAAABfI/2C_Gtpeq13k/s320/P1010240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of a few shots of all three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330132013523606802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhu03gDHRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/R2lPgC4-6bk/s320/P1010252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me see, I think we rode the carousel 2 or 3 times. That was enough to make me feel nauseous but, hey, Mallory loved it!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwA7-y1GI/AAAAAAAABfY/bhza825CRXs/s1600-h/P1010260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133320396362850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwA7-y1GI/AAAAAAAABfY/bhza825CRXs/s320/P1010260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeding the lorikeets. That was one of Mallory's favorites!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwBB2DrzI/AAAAAAAABfg/_b4fouD0WyM/s1600-h/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133321970331442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwBB2DrzI/AAAAAAAABfg/_b4fouD0WyM/s320/P1010282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She kicked and screamed when we made her leave. At one point, a bird landed on her head (wish we got a picture of that) and she LOVED it. It was so cute to see her freeze in one spot and watch her try to look up at it. I'm sure Mallory would grow feathers is she could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwBTpd82I/AAAAAAAABfo/maZiEFng-Rg/s1600-h/P1010290.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133326749365090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwBTpd82I/AAAAAAAABfo/maZiEFng-Rg/s320/P1010290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her BFFs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw-Wj1oNI/AAAAAAAABgI/O9SkPyJA_HQ/s1600-h/P1010377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330134375503077586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw-Wj1oNI/AAAAAAAABgI/O9SkPyJA_HQ/s320/P1010377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at this child... not afraid one bit!! She had to feed all the animals and pet them all. Once again, she was in animal HEAVEN! If you look close enough, you can see her opening her mouth as if to tell the deer the open his. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw-gLULLI/AAAAAAAABgQ/get-c-hGi6k/s1600-h/P1010389.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330134378084576434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw-gLULLI/AAAAAAAABgQ/get-c-hGi6k/s320/P1010389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our animal lovin' girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhxjmDnh4I/AAAAAAAABgY/2GPpsbvOtAc/s1600-h/P1010402.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330135015318062978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhxjmDnh4I/AAAAAAAABgY/2GPpsbvOtAc/s320/P1010402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was on our safari ride when Mallory was totally being a momma's girl and wouldn't share me with daddy-- hence the upset face. She's been doing this more and more lately. She doesn't like Daddy to hug or kiss or hold HER mommy. I love being fought over! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwBr-VTcI/AAAAAAAABfw/5ewhMNF00h8/s1600-h/P1010307.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133333279329730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SfhwBr-VTcI/AAAAAAAABfw/5ewhMNF00h8/s320/P1010307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw9xHmQ5I/AAAAAAAABf4/gXGW_vZJQWA/s1600-h/P1010325.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330134365452518290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw9xHmQ5I/AAAAAAAABf4/gXGW_vZJQWA/s320/P1010325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Playing "throw the whale" with "Uncle" Errol. It was so good to see him and his son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw-M9uCjI/AAAAAAAABgA/uHLQ2vzFfd0/s1600-h/P1010355.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330134372927277618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhw-M9uCjI/AAAAAAAABgA/uHLQ2vzFfd0/s320/P1010355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A rare moment of just mommy and daddy (it lasted long enough to take this picture). I've realize we have hardly any pictures of just me and Bryce anymore. I guess that's what happens when you have kids huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhxj9CGmOI/AAAAAAAABgg/0Q8mNDNZm7A/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330135021485725922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfhxj9CGmOI/AAAAAAAABgg/0Q8mNDNZm7A/s320/P1010398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, again... the ducks. That was all she cared about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho1Q_pDUI/AAAAAAAABeI/P9PdBfTVT3w/s1600-h/P1010152.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330125423297236290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho1Q_pDUI/AAAAAAAABeI/P9PdBfTVT3w/s320/P1010152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5658505706669328480?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5658505706669328480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5658505706669328480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5658505706669328480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5658505706669328480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/04/lions-and-tigers-and-ducks.html' title='Lions, and Tigers, and Ducks???'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/Sfho0rAfwpI/AAAAAAAABd4/JApJkuEChS8/s72-c/100_1595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-2749121347058727019</id><published>2009-04-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:43:49.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I have a quick motherly story for you. The other day I did something only a mother would do. Ask me 5 years ago if I would have done this and I would have said "no way!" So, we were at the AT&amp;amp;T store just before it closed talking to some over confident 20-something year old. Since we were the only people in the store, I let Mallory run around and climb up and down a chair. I could tell that the salesperson was watching her and didn't appreciate it but ask me if I cared. Nope, I didn't. So, as I watched Mallory get down from her chair, I notice a big puddle of something on the chair. Without making a big deal and letting the salesperson see, I investigated where it came from. Great...I determined that she overflowed her diaper and I now had a puddle of pee sitting in their chair. I assumed they wouldn't have towels to clean it up and the salesperson like any other young male would do would freak out about it. So, what did I do that was inconspicuous and easy??? Well, this mother sat in the puddle and let her jeans soak it up!!! Nasty, I know. But it was so much easier than to deal with anyone that worked there. Plus, It worked. On my way out, I just made sure that nobody saw my hind end. Then I told Bryce what I did and he said, "Gross! I wouldn't have done that! That's a difference between a mother and a father!" So, there ya go. I'm a mother and I'm doing things I never thought I'd be doing!&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/9198668331779403815-2749121347058727019?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2749121347058727019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=2749121347058727019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2749121347058727019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2749121347058727019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-mother.html' title='Only a mother...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-9148894813225262660</id><published>2009-04-14T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:00:41.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EGGS, CANDY, AND BUNNIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, I know I'm a couple of days late but... HAPPY EASTER! Sorry, I'm not really on top of things right now cause I've been working so much lately! Anyway, we had such a fun Easter Saturday. (I, sadly, had to work on Easter Sunday). We headed out to the ward easter egg hunt first thing. I was super excited to see Mallory hunt for the easter eggs but I think she was only there for the food! She was eating everything in sight! (Growth spurt I assume!). So, the easter egg hunt began and Mallory wasn't too sure why we were asking her to pick up these colored "things". But when she found out they had surprises inside... whoa! She was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcIyqCYwI/AAAAAAAABcQ/OFVMP2vJrfE/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324693071798100738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcIyqCYwI/AAAAAAAABcQ/OFVMP2vJrfE/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcJ3AmlPI/AAAAAAAABco/h3iPi6AoCn4/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324693090146358514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcJ3AmlPI/AAAAAAAABco/h3iPi6AoCn4/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcJXHJQsI/AAAAAAAABcY/5oI8xDQ9O3Q/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324693081583862466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcJXHJQsI/AAAAAAAABcY/5oI8xDQ9O3Q/s320/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcJlPM0fI/AAAAAAAABcg/mPNk-FuYwaE/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324693085375746546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcJlPM0fI/AAAAAAAABcg/mPNk-FuYwaE/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She has been such a goof ball lately... never a dull moment with this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUdadGYxPI/AAAAAAAABc4/xTMM_Rggkm4/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324694474760701170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUdadGYxPI/AAAAAAAABc4/xTMM_Rggkm4/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On our way home from the easter egg hunt, we needed to stop by the store and what do you know?? The Easter bunny was out running errands too! Mallory was more crazy about the balloons than the oversized goofy looking bunny sitting on the bench. I'm not one of those moms that wants to make my child sit with some stranger in an animal costume for the sake of a picture. BUT I thought I'd see what Mallory did. And the closest she would get on her own was just close enough to get a little toy from the Easter bunny. Pretty good I thought. So then we tried for a little closer, this time WITH mommy. As you can see by the look on her face, she wasn't all that thrilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUd1KIe3rI/AAAAAAAABdI/TNDrwTFKcwo/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324694933525683890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUd1KIe3rI/AAAAAAAABdI/TNDrwTFKcwo/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUd0plfpJI/AAAAAAAABdA/CL0iuF6pMds/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324694924788999314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUd0plfpJI/AAAAAAAABdA/CL0iuF6pMds/s320/P1010069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And what would easter festivities be without coloring hard-boiled eggs? Although worried about the mess, we attempted it anyway. And it went much better than I thought it would. Mallory loved coloring on the eggs with crayons and then letting Bryce put them in the dye. She was quite impressed that the egg came out a completely different color than when she put it in. It was a great experience for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUfl2bVcKI/AAAAAAAABdQ/szFTk3fu4Dk/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324696869561266338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUfl2bVcKI/AAAAAAAABdQ/szFTk3fu4Dk/s320/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We colored the eggs "Gween", "Wed", and "Boo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUfmf1YzTI/AAAAAAAABdY/IAIH4v9cQ44/s1600-h/P1010096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324696880676392242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUfmf1YzTI/AAAAAAAABdY/IAIH4v9cQ44/s320/P1010096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What a proud little girl! (And Daddy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUadqmgdRI/AAAAAAAABcI/aAjLAA8yVrQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691231389807890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUadqmgdRI/AAAAAAAABcI/aAjLAA8yVrQ/s320/Copy+of+P1010101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And then last but not least... the oh so exciting... Easter Sunday dress! Thanks G'ma Jenny for picking it out for her! She looked gorgeous and the blue in the dress made her blue eyes pop out! Like I said earlier, I had to work on Sunday and i was so bummed that I wouldn't be there to put Mallory in her dress that I was so excited about. Bryce knew how bad I wanted to be with them that day and decided to take pictures for me! Thanks, hon! And to think Bryce got her dressed and even did her hair all on his own!! Bryce wins some major daddy brownie points! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUhL6FpyvI/AAAAAAAABdo/vQjUEFfAL-o/s1600-h/P1010107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698622890724082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUhL6FpyvI/AAAAAAAABdo/vQjUEFfAL-o/s320/P1010107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUhMVAsy3I/AAAAAAAABdw/P-WM3yijJOs/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698630117706610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUhMVAsy3I/AAAAAAAABdw/P-WM3yijJOs/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Like Father, Like Daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUhLnNoq1I/AAAAAAAABdg/2R_CCb1WU6Q/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698617823931218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUhLnNoq1I/AAAAAAAABdg/2R_CCb1WU6Q/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, we hope you all had a fabulous Easter and we hope you enjoyed a peek into ours! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-9148894813225262660?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/9148894813225262660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=9148894813225262660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/9148894813225262660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/9148894813225262660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-know-im-couple-of-days-late-but.html' title='EGGS, CANDY, AND BUNNIES'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SeUcIyqCYwI/AAAAAAAABcQ/OFVMP2vJrfE/s72-c/P1010012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-50809245956769289</id><published>2009-03-17T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:17:42.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spin, spin, dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/N9cLVvq8cN4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/N9cLVvq8cN4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mallory was being silly tonight and wanted to spin in the office chair. By the third or fourth time you could tell she was starting to feel dizzy/sick. Plus, WATCH HER EYES when she stops. her eyes track back and forth. Too Funny! (PS those are stickers on her face... that's where she likes to put them)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-50809245956769289?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/50809245956769289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=50809245956769289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/50809245956769289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/50809245956769289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/spin-spin-dizzy_17.html' title='spin, spin, dizzy'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7169362938674627644</id><published>2009-03-14T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:45:26.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A" FOR EFFORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Bryce is a great hubby and a wonderful father... and you all know that cause I say it ALL the time. With that said... Bryce put Mallory to bed last night which I'm VERY grateful. She'd been QUITE the drama queen all day and I couldn't handle her anymore. But as I went in to check on her like I do every night before I go to bed this is what I found. Does anyone else see what's wrong with this picture?? Her pajamas crack me up!!! I don't know what Bryce was thinking when he dressed her. Ballerina print pants and a tie-dye (however you spell that) shirt. What the... ??? But like the title says... "A" for effort honey... good try! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SbxOJTOPaJI/AAAAAAAABb4/sOXhS5BZjwc/s1600-h/P1000802.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313207582076135570" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SbxOJTOPaJI/AAAAAAAABb4/sOXhS5BZjwc/s320/P1000802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7169362938674627644?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7169362938674627644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7169362938674627644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7169362938674627644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7169362938674627644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-effort.html' title='&quot;A&quot; FOR EFFORT'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SbxOJTOPaJI/AAAAAAAABb4/sOXhS5BZjwc/s72-c/P1000802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6295601628248187820</id><published>2009-02-21T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:21:03.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINALLY DID IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I've been wanting to run a 5K for years. I was going to do it when I got home from school but was distracted by Bryce. Then, I was gonna do it before we had kids but got preggo with Mallory. So, here I am 4 plus years later finally getting around to it!! And it was great!! I am beyond excited and so proud of myself for accomplishing that goal. (Thanks to the support of my fabulous hubby and great sis in law). I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into but I HAD to sign up for the 5k without giving it much thought otherwise I would have never have done it! I've been training (as much as you can with a part time job and a toddler) for about 2 months and knowing that I had a 5K coming up was a great motivator to really push myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Sarah, myself, and at the the last minute Tom Means (a long time friend of my brothers... who's basically like my brother from another mother). We were a little weary of what we had gotten ourselves into this morning especially as we stopped at a stop sign and realized a big black cat was crossing the street in front of us. Not a good sign! But we went on to Santa Barbara anyhow. Then, after we arrive, we find out the way in which we are running has a "Slight Incline" for half the run. Hmmm... didn't read that when I signed up. I was a little intimidated already but then to know it was slightly up hill, cold outside, and the other runners looked like iron men... I was about ready to turn right around and get back in my car. I decided a long time ago that if I wasn't at least the last one past the finish line I could live with myself. So we went ahead with it. And it was a FABULOUS experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We weren't the last ones and we finished with a 12 minute mile pace which means we ran 3.2 miles in 38 minutes and 28 seconds!! We rock!! In fact, Tom whooped us by about 7 minutes. He did great too! Well, once we were done we took some pics and head out to a yummy breakfast on the Santa Barbara Pier. I mean come on... you gotta replenish all those calories right? All in all, it was a GREAT day and I'm so glad that I could share it with some of the people I love most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEWARE... there's lots of pic and they are in no particular order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDt6FO7TVI/AAAAAAAABbY/X1fY4dgYmvs/s1600-h/P1000616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501943135423826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDt6FO7TVI/AAAAAAAABbY/X1fY4dgYmvs/s320/P1000616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDt5_lgl9I/AAAAAAAABbQ/-6DIrvFujv8/s1600-h/P1000651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501941619529682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDt5_lgl9I/AAAAAAAABbQ/-6DIrvFujv8/s320/P1000651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtgZidpXI/AAAAAAAABbI/FolmeCQxyFY/s1600-h/P1000638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501501909476722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtgZidpXI/AAAAAAAABbI/FolmeCQxyFY/s320/P1000638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtgeXYQEI/AAAAAAAABbA/cX3JeZEyo70/s1600-h/P1000611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501503205163074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtgeXYQEI/AAAAAAAABbA/cX3JeZEyo70/s320/P1000611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtgHxXnTI/AAAAAAAABa4/74IHkp66kRQ/s1600-h/P1000630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501497140157746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtgHxXnTI/AAAAAAAABa4/74IHkp66kRQ/s320/P1000630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtfzU-DdI/AAAAAAAABaw/P3sI0ooHXIQ/s1600-h/P1000623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501491652333010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDtfzU-DdI/AAAAAAAABaw/P3sI0ooHXIQ/s320/P1000623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDs0X6smPI/AAAAAAAABao/hbkfnMMp9xs/s1600-h/P1000610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500745560004850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDs0X6smPI/AAAAAAAABao/hbkfnMMp9xs/s320/P1000610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDsz4upkQI/AAAAAAAABag/1-nJyz2q7NY/s1600-h/P1000600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500737187975426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDsz4upkQI/AAAAAAAABag/1-nJyz2q7NY/s320/P1000600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDszQ04qSI/AAAAAAAABaY/lKqbmngAzvI/s1600-h/P1000586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500726476712226" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDrI87tQjI/AAAAAAAABaA/8jJKx1gvdlE/s320/P1000568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDrI0OVpmI/AAAAAAAABZ4/rnTnYb7UPSE/s1600-h/100_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498897732707938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDrI0OVpmI/AAAAAAAABZ4/rnTnYb7UPSE/s320/100_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDrIqLfGFI/AAAAAAAABZw/4iiJEg6i7yo/s1600-h/100_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498895036389458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDrIqLfGFI/AAAAAAAABZw/4iiJEg6i7yo/s320/100_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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/9198668331779403815-6295601628248187820?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6295601628248187820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6295601628248187820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6295601628248187820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6295601628248187820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I FINALLY DID IT!!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SaDt6FO7TVI/AAAAAAAABbY/X1fY4dgYmvs/s72-c/P1000616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3832815808936670644</id><published>2009-02-19T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:31:31.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bowling Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we've learned yet another thing that is difficult to do with a child... Bowling. I mean, I suck at bowling to begin with but, man... add a sensitive 20 month-old in the mix and it's 10 times harder. You can't keep your eye off her for one second for fear she'll run down the lane, get smacked in the head with the ball, try to pick a ball that's half her weight, and of course try to catch a bowling ball as it's coming back to the ball return thingy. BUT besides all those concerns, it was a fun night out! It was actually a celebration for Sarah's (sis-n-law) Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY again... even though it was a week ago! =P I didn't even get close to scoring over 100. In fact, Mallory had bumpers and ball ramp thing so she was more competition to me than anyone else. Bryce did awesome! I don't remember the score but I think he beat everybody there! It was great fun and we're sure glad we got to celebrate Sarah's Birthday jubilee with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qdcQYxbI/AAAAAAAABZk/o27rAwF4k2k/s1600-h/P1000512.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653727634343346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qdcQYxbI/AAAAAAAABZk/o27rAwF4k2k/s320/P1000512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qdO4g6jI/AAAAAAAABZc/6onc3W8DISs/s1600-h/P1000518.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653724044552754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qdO4g6jI/AAAAAAAABZc/6onc3W8DISs/s320/P1000518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qc7R9k3I/AAAAAAAABZU/EExP3Kq1pI8/s1600-h/P1000541.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653718782579570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qc7R9k3I/AAAAAAAABZU/EExP3Kq1pI8/s320/P1000541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qFhhZo5I/AAAAAAAABZM/9reR0L2W7yo/s1600-h/P1000503.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653316731020178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qFhhZo5I/AAAAAAAABZM/9reR0L2W7yo/s320/P1000503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qFehEYAI/AAAAAAAABZE/4McRF15THJU/s1600-h/P1000527.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653315924320258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qFehEYAI/AAAAAAAABZE/4McRF15THJU/s320/P1000527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qFICR3LI/AAAAAAAABY8/mbJcuIaHcA0/s1600-h/P1000505.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653309889600690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qFICR3LI/AAAAAAAABY8/mbJcuIaHcA0/s320/P1000505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIRTHDAY GIRL... never seen anyone look so good while bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3pug3FmMI/AAAAAAAABY0/xFLWJbIvbDY/s1600-h/P1000539.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304652921416554690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3pug3FmMI/AAAAAAAABY0/xFLWJbIvbDY/s320/P1000539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3puYzqqmI/AAAAAAAABYs/LRi1Rnlqa10/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304652919254723170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3puYzqqmI/AAAAAAAABYs/LRi1Rnlqa10/s320/P1000519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you she was sensitve all night. But she's still cute especially with cake on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3puEv8BnI/AAAAAAAABYk/Xj95ebGRrto/s1600-h/P1000520.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304652913870374514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3puEv8BnI/AAAAAAAABYk/Xj95ebGRrto/s320/P1000520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3832815808936670644?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3832815808936670644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3832815808936670644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3832815808936670644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3832815808936670644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/02/bowling-experience.html' title='A Bowling Experience'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZ3qdcQYxbI/AAAAAAAABZk/o27rAwF4k2k/s72-c/P1000512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6904764771066530301</id><published>2009-02-15T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:27:16.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's everyone!! Hope everyone had a great day with their loves. We did! Our Valentine's Day was Awesome! Although it's a lot harder to plan things and celebrate the day these days, we still managed to escape. So here's the top ten reasons why our Valentine's Day was so great! (In no particular order).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I was with Bryce ALL day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. We had a YUMMY filling breakfast &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; the munchkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. We painted pottery like we do every Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. We made our own chocolate-covered strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Our pottery pieces turned out great! (And they'll look even better AFTER they've been fired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. We watched a movie and cuddled on the couch like good old times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. We ate chocolate to our hearts content... ok so &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; ate most the chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Mallory took a 4 1/2 hour nap (I think that was her present to us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. I couldn't have asked for two better Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. I ran my best 3 mile run in history (hey... I had to run off the chocolate even if it was a holiday... PLUS my 5k is next week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although I know Bryce loves me and Vice-versa, I always love the days where we get to spend more uninterrupted time together and show a little more love then our daily schedules allow. Thanks Bryce for loving me and being a great Valentine! I love you more than you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigA01GwpI/AAAAAAAABYM/wAdZritkJ2Y/s1600-h/valentines+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303164497270588050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigA01GwpI/AAAAAAAABYM/wAdZritkJ2Y/s400/valentines+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Charger we (mostly Bryce) painted to match the vase we made on our first Valentines Day together. Unfortunately, the vase was knocked over and broken to pieces by the cats we used to have. So this one is sort of in "memory of" the other one! =P The colors will look way different when we got to pick it up. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigBfAOYrI/AAAAAAAABYc/cVN23HgPh_Q/s1600-h/valentines+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303164508591514290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigBfAOYrI/AAAAAAAABYc/cVN23HgPh_Q/s400/valentines+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigA01GwpI/AAAAAAAABYM/wAdZritkJ2Y/s1600-h/valentines+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And this is my Chocolate-Covered strawberry plate. I thought it was very appropraite for the day. It turn out much better than I'd anticipated. Once again, can't wait to see what it will look like after it's fired!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigBE284RI/AAAAAAAABYU/Tle7B1tf9ZA/s1600-h/valentines+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303164501573296402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigBE284RI/AAAAAAAABYU/Tle7B1tf9ZA/s400/valentines+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well... that's our day in a nutshell. Maybe boring to some of you but Bryce and I are a "kick-back" kind of couple. No stress, fairly cheap, no crowds kind of day. It was perfect. What did you all do with your spouses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-6904764771066530301?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6904764771066530301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6904764771066530301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6904764771066530301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6904764771066530301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-heart-day.html' title='Happy Heart Day!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SZigA01GwpI/AAAAAAAABYM/wAdZritkJ2Y/s72-c/valentines+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7950783954447317</id><published>2009-01-30T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:00:13.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SO TRUE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SYNkjp5ehBI/AAAAAAAABYE/J-zQgEQWeM8/s1600-h/parent+brain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297188150422963218" style="WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SYNkjp5ehBI/AAAAAAAABYE/J-zQgEQWeM8/s400/parent+brain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what a horrible blogger I have been. It's been a month since I posted anything. But really it wouldn't have been all that exciting for you all to read anyway. We've been busy busy and very tired. But unfortunately it's not fun busy-- it's the same old stuff. And Mallory is sick again with that same thing that everyone seems be to getting right now. Her fevers are 103 plus and her cough sounds like a seal and had the ability to sneeze snot across the room. (I know it's gross... I Hate snot). I actually surprised that I even blogging right now. I was up from 2am on the other night, then worked twelve hours yesterday and then ended up in the ER til 330 am last night. It's amazing what will -power and strength the love and concern for your child will give you! I must say, too, that Bryce is the most awesome daddy. He stayed home from work yesterday so I could go to work instead. And he was such a trooper and spoiled out sick girl so well. He took her to the doctor, got her medications, bathed her in lukewarm baths, became a thermometer-using-pro, Gave more Tylenol and Motrin than ever before and even got her a smoothie for her throat. He was exhausted by the time I got home but he did such an AWESOME job and Mallory and Mommy couldn't be more grateful!! We love him and we'd like to keep around for awhile longer! =P Anyway, I should take a nap... I'll post something more interesting next time I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7950783954447317?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7950783954447317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7950783954447317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7950783954447317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7950783954447317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-so-true.html' title='SO SO TRUE...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SYNkjp5ehBI/AAAAAAAABYE/J-zQgEQWeM8/s72-c/parent+brain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1135740027187216442</id><published>2008-12-28T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:42:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow... christmas and has gone and past already??  We had a great christmas this year. Well, we had &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; great christmases. Ours on Christmas Eve, Bryce's parent's in the morning, and My parents in the late morning. I think Mallory definitely made out the best out of all of us. I think I was more excited about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; big present than she was. I got her an awesome play kitchen. It might have been a little overkill for our 1600 sq feet but I love it and so does Mallory. When she we revealed it to her, she said, "Whoaaa!!" And Bryce was actually laughing at me cause I was playing with all the knobs and utensils. Hey, every girls loves play kitchens don't they?? The other gift I was excited about this year was giving my mom a quilt that Sarah (my sis in law) and I worked on all month. My mom wasn't expecting it at all and kept asking us if &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;really made it or if we had it made. I do think it turned our better than expected especially since Sarah and I are far from experts. I was feeling a but like a domestic diva this year. Can't wait see what we can whip out next year! Anyway, we did have a great christmas and we are so grateful to have our families close by to share it with them too. So here's some of the pics! Enjoy and can't wait to hear all about your Christmases!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mallory testing out the "food" she's made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283971142426412642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvwiO9xmI/AAAAAAAABXA/FNDwktk66eY/s320/100_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom had the reaction we were looking for. So glad you liked it mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvw_OmoVI/AAAAAAAABXI/SnUKaN5pVGI/s1600-h/100_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283971150209524050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvw_OmoVI/AAAAAAAABXI/SnUKaN5pVGI/s320/100_1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The finished product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvwRcP7II/AAAAAAAABW4/6UGJoxu5vQM/s1600-h/100_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283971137918725250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvwRcP7II/AAAAAAAABW4/6UGJoxu5vQM/s320/100_1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory's other gift... a little mommy set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvgxNS8yI/AAAAAAAABWw/p3M25LTLkpo/s1600-h/100_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283970871568036642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvgxNS8yI/AAAAAAAABWw/p3M25LTLkpo/s320/100_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is in love with these mega bloks... she builds towers all on her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvgvM7OaI/AAAAAAAABWo/-UK6qTeRZFM/s1600-h/100_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283970871029610914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvgvM7OaI/AAAAAAAABWo/-UK6qTeRZFM/s320/100_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory in her hat from and made by Grandma Martha... she still likes to wear it around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvgfXRoiI/AAAAAAAABWg/W4K8Z-HkezI/s1600-h/100_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283970866778055202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvgfXRoiI/AAAAAAAABWg/W4K8Z-HkezI/s320/100_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cutest present I think... She got her own Horton from G'ma J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvf4J_eaI/AAAAAAAABWY/FydeXUx6mYE/s1600-h/100_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283970856253356450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvf4J_eaI/AAAAAAAABWY/FydeXUx6mYE/s320/100_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-1135740027187216442?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1135740027187216442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=1135740027187216442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1135740027187216442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1135740027187216442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-merry-christmas.html' title='A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SVRvwiO9xmI/AAAAAAAABXA/FNDwktk66eY/s72-c/100_1331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5171315521079473216</id><published>2008-12-20T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:45:38.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYTIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;It's a rare occasion when we all get to lie around the house and just play and laugh together but this morning we did just that. We laughed and played hard. Mallory is such the character these days and some of these pictures will show what the dare devil she's become too. I know we haven't posted much lately so I thought I'd let you all know we ARE still alive and well. We've just been busy with the same ol' same ol'. So, here's a look at playtime with the sawyers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FLTROBtI/AAAAAAAABV4/3oeIOZmHW_0/s1600-h/100_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281953998428833490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FLTROBtI/AAAAAAAABV4/3oeIOZmHW_0/s320/100_1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So, as much of a wimp I claim Mallory to be... she sure does like to do this little trick. I used to do this with my little brothers all the time so I thought I'd try it with Mallory. The only problem... she cries when I stop cause my arms are gonna fall off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FL8-XhYI/AAAAAAAABWA/0SUYTP-hQgo/s1600-h/100_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281954009624053122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FL8-XhYI/AAAAAAAABWA/0SUYTP-hQgo/s320/100_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the cutest little grin you've ever seen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E7Ahes6I/AAAAAAAABVw/2fiVpj2ZySY/s1600-h/100_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281953718518854562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E7Ahes6I/AAAAAAAABVw/2fiVpj2ZySY/s320/100_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;On her way to being a cheerleader already... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FMGgQ3tI/AAAAAAAABWI/nCiaK3vcsXE/s1600-h/100_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281954012182142674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FMGgQ3tI/AAAAAAAABWI/nCiaK3vcsXE/s320/100_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E5zYhxOI/AAAAAAAABVQ/hn2HO7XhOzs/s1600-h/100_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281953697811776738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E5zYhxOI/AAAAAAAABVQ/hn2HO7XhOzs/s320/100_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;She had more fun with this box this morning... so what she is telling me is that I could've bought her a box for christmas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E6MGyDYI/AAAAAAAABVY/wceLngmK96A/s1600-h/100_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281953704448232834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E6MGyDYI/AAAAAAAABVY/wceLngmK96A/s320/100_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yes, her new little hobby. She empties out the clothes from her dresser. Drives me nuts to say the least. But, I make her put everyone of them back where she found them... even if they're not folded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E64WCI-I/AAAAAAAABVo/Uj75iL3UgLo/s1600-h/100_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281953716323361762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E64WCI-I/AAAAAAAABVo/Uj75iL3UgLo/s320/100_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E6WamSII/AAAAAAAABVg/9kFNduvtDAU/s1600-h/100_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281953707215702146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1E6WamSII/AAAAAAAABVg/9kFNduvtDAU/s320/100_1297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5171315521079473216?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5171315521079473216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5171315521079473216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5171315521079473216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5171315521079473216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/12/playtime.html' title='PLAYTIME'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SU1FLTROBtI/AAAAAAAABV4/3oeIOZmHW_0/s72-c/100_1307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5021631984241773900</id><published>2008-11-24T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:36:58.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOIN' ON A JET PLANE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;This past weekend was another fast and furious trip to Arizona. The only difference was that we went by plane. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; excited but also worried about taking Mallory for her first airplane ride. I never know with her what she'll like and not like. Luckily, she LOVED it. In fact, when we landed in Burbank she said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whoooa&lt;/span&gt;!" and then when we slowed down, she said and signed "More, More!" Sorry, kiddo... I would if I could! And not only did she love the airplane ride she was the best girl ever. And considering we had a 3 hour (yes, 3 hours) delay going to AZ and we didn't get to bed til 1am, she was better than we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; hoped for. Once again, I am grateful for Good ole Baby Einstein DVDs and portable DVD players. She will watch that anywhere, anytime! And not only was Mallory a good girl but she made friends with everyone in our corner of the terminal. It's amazing how many more people are willing to talk to you when you have a toddler. Anyway, we eventually did make it to Arizona and thanks to Uncle Norm for picking us up so late!! We were able to Bryce's Grandma (AKA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt;), his aunt, and his Granddad and my Brother at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ASU&lt;/span&gt;. And we can't forget Mallory's best friend while we were there, her cousin Gabby! We were also able to get away while Mallory was napping and just hang out together and go adventuring, which we rarely ever do anymore. We were able to stay in a fabulous timeshare in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scotsdale&lt;/span&gt;. It had the biggest hot tub I've ever seen and it even had a great play ground for Mallory. And that's where she went down the slide for the first time. all on her own. When I tried to help her go down the slide, she pushed my hand away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I got the hint. She seemed so grown up this trip-- saying new things, doing new things and all by herself. She even says her own prayers. I can't even count how many prayers we say over our food these days. The more blessed the better, right?? Anyway, it was a great trip and we really enjoyed seeing everybody as short as our stays might have been. Mallory did pretty good at warming up to everyone but she didn't go too far from mommy and daddy. Accept for at the hotel... that's a whole other story which I'll tell you just for kicks. So, Mallory has been into opening and closing doors lately and she had discovered she could open the front door to our hotel room. We had been careful to lock the doors and even put chairs in front but we forgot about it the one time Bryce went to get waters from the vending machine. Neither of us were aware that Mallory was trying to follow daddy outside until it got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;awfully&lt;/span&gt; quiet in the hotel room. Mind you, we were just changing out of our swimsuits so I had nothing but a towel (sorry for the visual!). I quickly glanced around all the corners and yelling for Mallory and realized the only place she could be was outside. I ran outside and saw her two little eyes staring at me from half way down the stairs. I saw her just as I heard the door shut behind me! I was locked outside in a towel with an upset toddler. I felt like I was in a sitcom. It's funny to think back on it but as it was happening it wasn't all that amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some pics from this weekend! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Bryce look so thrilled to be in an airport terminal for 3 hours?? We tried our best to entertain ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PnICHqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/LI-1EEue82Y/s1600-h/100_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300360386616994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PnICHqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/LI-1EEue82Y/s320/100_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window seat for Mallory. She loved the views but we wonder if she thought it was a movie she was watching? On the way back to Burbank, she got her own seat! What a big girl she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PU4eMcI/AAAAAAAAA_o/y0iurlDmevA/s1600-h/100_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300355489509826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PU4eMcI/AAAAAAAAA_o/y0iurlDmevA/s320/100_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PCVjmnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/TyQBhjjBm2Y/s1600-h/100_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300350511225458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PCVjmnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/TyQBhjjBm2Y/s320/100_1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt;, Bryce and Mallory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5OpInIKI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/LbNkQOhLpFQ/s1600-h/100_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300343746044066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5OpInIKI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/LbNkQOhLpFQ/s320/100_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; while in Arizona. She played so well with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5Oe6WEhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/NJxzg6lbefs/s1600-h/100_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300341001851410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5Oe6WEhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/NJxzg6lbefs/s320/100_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;"Hi Granddad... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whatcha&lt;/span&gt; doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr41undo2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/OQ6DuDluRfg/s1600-h/100_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272299915720893282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr41undo2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/OQ6DuDluRfg/s320/100_1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;She finally warmed up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; by the end of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr425bzj9I/AAAAAAAAA_I/Q7wevIOWQVA/s1600-h/100_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272299935804657618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr425bzj9I/AAAAAAAAA_I/Q7wevIOWQVA/s320/100_1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory took over the hotel room. She went through all 1400 sq feet (I think that's how big it was) and gathered all the TV, DVD and radio remotes. It was so cute to see her concentrating so hard on a task. Plus, it kept her busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr42kG1E2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/XFFH0KGQxWs/s1600-h/100_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272299930079531874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr42kG1E2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/XFFH0KGQxWs/s320/100_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Mallory Watching Einstein in the king size bed with her snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr42dn3jvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7uG23947SiA/s1600-h/100_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272299928339058418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr42dn3jvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7uG23947SiA/s320/100_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;My big girl getting ready for the slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr42PTsQCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/mnfVEJ6kA4Y/s1600-h/100_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272299924496334882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr42PTsQCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/mnfVEJ6kA4Y/s320/100_1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by herself... she would say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt;" on the way down. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5WbZ3MhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JC3VieKjseQ/s1600-h/100_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300477499257362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5WbZ3MhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JC3VieKjseQ/s320/100_1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5021631984241773900?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5021631984241773900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5021631984241773900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5021631984241773900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5021631984241773900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/11/goooin-on-jet-plane.html' title='GOOOIN&apos; ON A JET PLANE...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SSr5PnICHqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/LI-1EEue82Y/s72-c/100_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8292085965788130760</id><published>2008-11-07T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:18:51.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN THE OTHER CHEEK???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More on the protest outside the LA temple: The protestors have vowed to stay outside the temple (among other things) until "the world changes". This is getting ugly and it's getting harder and harder to turn the other cheek. Isn't it funny how the devil can get the protestors of Prop 8 to target only the mormon church?? We weren't the only ones that voted or donated money! Watch this news report. It's awefully upsetting to me that we are becoming the target to this whole prop 8 issue. And nobody seems to care but us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?section=news/politics/local_elections&amp;amp;id=6493052"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?section=news/politics/local_elections&amp;amp;id=6493052&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then here's an article about how the protestors are telling mormons to "Go back to Utah" and watch our backs. These are some angry people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyleader.net/Home/servlet/viewArticle;jsessionid=708C2312AB579175EA310986962D8323?contentId=2316&amp;amp;subsite"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://familyleader.net/Home/servlet/viewArticle;jsessionid=708C2312AB579175EA310986962D8323?contentId=2316&amp;amp;subsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8292085965788130760?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8292085965788130760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8292085965788130760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8292085965788130760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8292085965788130760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/11/turn-other-cheek.html' title='TURN THE OTHER CHEEK???'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8913947014453391376</id><published>2008-11-06T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:07:50.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SROAdMRpg5I/AAAAAAAAA-A/QQw-dbPePaA/s1600-h/ar119255013419013.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693628326052754" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SROAdMRpg5I/AAAAAAAAA-A/QQw-dbPePaA/s320/ar119255013419013.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if any of you are aware of what's being put on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and the news but it's all about targeting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; church and it's members. Those against prop 8 are not done fighting and I don't think they'll give up anytime soon. A supposed large amount of prop 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;protestors&lt;/span&gt; have gathered outside the LA temple to show just how upset they are that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mormons donated over 20 million dollars to prop 8&lt;/span&gt;. They think that we, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; members had everything to do with Prop 8 passing! Once again they are misinformed. They tend to fight without the facts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; member only make up 4% of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt;, so how could we solely have made of the majority? Sure we poured a lot of money into the campaign but that's our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prerogative&lt;/span&gt;. We want to protect marriage just as strongly as they want to destroy it. Here's what gets me... the domestic partnerships homosexuals have now give them the SAME rights as a married man and woman. They can have ceremonies, they can live together, they can rings, they can have wedding dresses or tuxes, they can even have children, they can have everything we have!! All they want is our definition, they want our word "marriage". Why can't they think of their own?? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' know about everybody else but I work hard to keep my marriage the way it is. It's sacred and extremely important to me. It's not some flimsy label you can just stick on anyone or anything. I was at first annoyed all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;protestors&lt;/span&gt; and lies. But now I'm just straight up mad!! Leave my family and my marriage ALONE. We aren't coming to those who have domestic partnerships and telling them that we want their label of a domestic partnership. With the way we are going... dogs are going to be able to marry their owners. When does it stop?? WHEW... I just had to stand on my soapbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SROBl8xVcbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/z-BUQh4_E2Y/s1600-h/Prop+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694878294438322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SROBl8xVcbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/z-BUQh4_E2Y/s320/Prop+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then look at this video/commercial I just came upon... we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mormons&lt;/span&gt; are so easily targeted. We aren't the only religious people that have given money to prop 8. And they call us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bigots&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q28UwAyzUkE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q28UwAyzUkE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8913947014453391376?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8913947014453391376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8913947014453391376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8913947014453391376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8913947014453391376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-over.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT OVER'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SROAdMRpg5I/AAAAAAAAA-A/QQw-dbPePaA/s72-c/ar119255013419013.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-2463963035408136252</id><published>2008-11-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:26:16.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN everyone! Well, we made it through another crazy holiday! I'm not a big halloween person but I had so much fun dressing up Mallory! It took me a while to decide on what she was gonna be and I really wanted to MAKE her outfit. So the easiest thing for a busy mom and a sewing novice to make?? A 50's poodle skirt! And I don't want to sound boastful or anything but I'm pretty darn proud of that skirt! I'm amazed that, one, I made it, and, two, that it didn't fall apart when she wore it! The only note I made to myself... don't make so itchy next time. I should've put a liner under the netting. Mallory was getting real annoyed with the skirt! Anyway, after I rushed home from a long 12 hour shift, we headed to Grandma and Grandpa Sawyers, then Grandma and Grandpa Bartschi's. All togther we only hit about 5 houses... and that was plenty for a 16-month old past her bedtime. I know she didn't really know what to think of it all but by the 4th and 5th house she knew that if she held her bucket out to the people at the door, she would get something. The only problem... she didn't want to LEAVE the door. Crazy child! =) Anyway, we had a great time and I think Mallory really liked trick or treating with her cousin, Ashley. Plus, Mallory needed someone who knew what to do to show her how to do it! I think next halloween will be even more fun and I'm already thinking about possible costumes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MY FIFTIES SOCK HOP GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCvpJ2KAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/PghPp2SOegY/s1600-h/100_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263796188246059010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCvpJ2KAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/PghPp2SOegY/s320/100_1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ballerina Ashley and 50's Mallory. The cutest girls I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCxqU-H_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/zE7rgXHF0UY/s1600-h/100_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263796222920892402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCxqU-H_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/zE7rgXHF0UY/s320/100_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And they even traded candy... "Here, Ash, I can't chew these, I've only got half my teeth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzC9xGqS7I/AAAAAAAAA94/CVx_OM6ZueM/s1600-h/100_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263796430898351026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzC9xGqS7I/AAAAAAAAA94/CVx_OM6ZueM/s320/100_1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She was such a mama's girl but this mama doesn't mind (most the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCxCefOwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/cItI9wnJaGY/s1600-h/100_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263796212223392514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCxCefOwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/cItI9wnJaGY/s320/100_1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Umm... Pirate 50's girl?? No, Mallory is infatuated with this darn bird at G'ma and G'pa's house. Bryce and I aren't such big fans of it but Mallory will yell "Bawd, Bawd" until she gets to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCwLuhHvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8t9FoyNYihQ/s1600-h/100_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263796197526675186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCwLuhHvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8t9FoyNYihQ/s320/100_1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Hmmm. Which one do I want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCunCEyFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Yvp7rppmWKs/s1600-h/100_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263796170496723026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCunCEyFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Yvp7rppmWKs/s320/100_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-2463963035408136252?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2463963035408136252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=2463963035408136252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2463963035408136252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2463963035408136252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQzCvpJ2KAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/PghPp2SOegY/s72-c/100_1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7008944743467865480</id><published>2008-10-28T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:24:25.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'LL MEET AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, we've had a doozy of month. And then as if things weren't rough enough, Bryce's Grandma died last week. She fought hard against her disease but it was finally more than she could handle. So, in order say our good byes and pay respects to Rena, we took a very quick trip to AZ. We left Sunday morning at 5am and returned home the next day at 930pm. It was a quick trip but we are glad that we went. Bryce was able to say good bye to his sweet grandma and be there to support his mom. The services were beautiful and the turnout of family and friends was amazing. They filled the church! As sad as it all was, Bryce and I agreed that we could feel any overwhelming sweet peace about everything. It's such a blessing when you know that mortal death is not the end. I especially enjoyed the "Life Story" given by Bryce's Aunt. I've only been able to visit with Rena a handful of times and I never felt like I got to know her enough. But through the life story, I got a greater glimpse of her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, we didn't want to say good-bye but we were also so at peace to know that she wasn't suffering anymore. We'll miss you Rena and we'll see you soon! We know you're watching over all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezpoOvGUI/AAAAAAAAA84/kin6d9MTF9g/s1600-h/100_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372217360947522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezpoOvGUI/AAAAAAAAA84/kin6d9MTF9g/s320/100_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce and Kyle were Pallbearers along with alot of the other male cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezpLY6boI/AAAAAAAAA8w/XDZuvo1-Cnk/s1600-h/100_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372209619005058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezpLY6boI/AAAAAAAAA8w/XDZuvo1-Cnk/s320/100_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now you should know me enough, that everything we do, even if it's at a funeral, it's always a photo op for Mallory! She looked so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezoZ5_fsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/VUzFwtZ-MDs/s1600-h/100_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372196335976130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezoZ5_fsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/VUzFwtZ-MDs/s320/100_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Rena was so proud of her grandson and great-granddaughter. I'm so glad that she was able to meet Mallory at least once before her passing. What's so sad, is that we had just bought plane tickets to visit Rena in a month. One month too late I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezoMFDK-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/m-DfTF_ki_w/s1600-h/100_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372192624258018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezoMFDK-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/m-DfTF_ki_w/s320/100_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, and thanks to those that watched Mallory in the nursery!! Last thing, I needed at the services was to have Mallory screaming. Anyway, she enjoyed playing with her little cuz, Aeryn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezn01yRgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/n9jew6HgOMU/s1600-h/100_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372186386220546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezn01yRgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/n9jew6HgOMU/s320/100_1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again Rena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQjULkRTdWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GxRr2nFwiGg/s1600-h/100_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262689459762328930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQjULkRTdWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GxRr2nFwiGg/s320/100_3855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7008944743467865480?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7008944743467865480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7008944743467865480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7008944743467865480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7008944743467865480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-meet-again.html' title='WE&apos;LL MEET AGAIN'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SQezpoOvGUI/AAAAAAAAA84/kin6d9MTF9g/s72-c/100_1070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6394670249732777036</id><published>2008-10-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:38:31.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON A PUMPKIN HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We took a family home evening night to go on a pumpkin hunt. It's fun for me to see Mallory discover new things so I had a great time! Mallory wasn't too sure what to do with the big orange things so we had to show her she could touch them and hold them. The little ones anyway. The only problem... Mallory thought they were balls and kept throwing them. Oops. We ended up with a big family pumpkin and two baby pumpkins that Bryce helped Mallory find. I just love it when we get to spend time like that as a family. Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MALLORY... where are you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-DZ-wTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eQRsS38Iky8/s1600-h/100_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260109773323288882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-DZ-wTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eQRsS38Iky8/s320/100_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-sSUEBI/AAAAAAAAA7w/YZypGX6ndEQ/s1600-h/100_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260109784296984594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-sSUEBI/AAAAAAAAA7w/YZypGX6ndEQ/s320/100_1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-_SaweI/AAAAAAAAA74/yTUdgNX7w3E/s1600-h/100_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260109789397696994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-_SaweI/AAAAAAAAA74/yTUdgNX7w3E/s320/100_1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mommy, I FOUND ONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p_HDAoRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/M66zGNnMMgU/s1600-h/100_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260109791480553746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p_HDAoRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/M66zGNnMMgU/s320/100_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p_cExshI/AAAAAAAAA8I/bKQhubaVTVI/s1600-h/100_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260109797125108242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p_cExshI/AAAAAAAAA8I/bKQhubaVTVI/s320/100_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At times, she was more infatuated with the dirt clods than anything else. The simple joys of childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-qa4R73nI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Lp8sKuYSiio/s1600-h/100_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260110268552961650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-qa4R73nI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Lp8sKuYSiio/s320/100_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-6394670249732777036?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6394670249732777036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6394670249732777036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6394670249732777036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6394670249732777036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-pumpkin-hunt.html' title='ON A PUMPKIN HUNT'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SP-p-DZ-wTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eQRsS38Iky8/s72-c/100_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6574219637645328518</id><published>2008-10-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:17:24.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM "STUFF"</title><content type='html'>Yeah!! Uncle Mark came to visit and boy did Mallory and Ashley like to play with him. Mallory hasn't seen him very often due to distance or just all of us being so busy so she had to warm up to him. But by the end of the night... she was laughing with him and even gave him a hug bye. We miss him but we know he's lovin' ASU right now. He'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2bgXzcQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/19O7PceXrn4/s1600-h/100_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745773733998850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2bgXzcQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/19O7PceXrn4/s320/100_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2b9KFTGI/AAAAAAAAA64/_aJqUuItHno/s1600-h/100_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745781461077090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2b9KFTGI/AAAAAAAAA64/_aJqUuItHno/s320/100_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2cAr9ALI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bKM_f1ZvgUM/s1600-h/100_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745782408446130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2cAr9ALI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bKM_f1ZvgUM/s320/100_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2cEl9FtI/AAAAAAAAA7I/WiamqHXD97I/s1600-h/100_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745783457027794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2cEl9FtI/AAAAAAAAA7I/WiamqHXD97I/s320/100_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mallory, she's taken up coloring like crazy. She even went a little crazy and colored on our tile. (no biggie). But As I was making dinner, Bryce kept Mallory occupied and I had to grab a shot. I thought it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO3HMpaQPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/yiBAJXBsrOM/s1600-h/100_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256746524353380594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO3HMpaQPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/yiBAJXBsrOM/s320/100_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and Bryce and I are thoroughly impressed at how Mallory has taught herself how to hold a crayon. When do kids learn that?? Oh yeah, and she HAS to have the crayon the right way too. She never colors with the wrong end. She's a little smartie. Sometimes too smart for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO3HKltilI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/m5ngfdienZU/s1600-h/100_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256746523800996434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO3HKltilI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/m5ngfdienZU/s320/100_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I thought this is funny but at the same time... I've got a problem on my hands! Mallory is a paci addict! In this photo, she searched her whole room, and under her crib and found 5 pacis. She would not let them go. Even to play with her toys. In the pic, she's got 2 in each hand and one in her mouth. Now she doesn't have to have a paci much during playtime but when it comes to bedtime, man, she HAS to have it. I wanted to try to start weaning her off of the pacis after Xmas. But I'm not sure what would be the least traumatic way... for EVERYONE. Anyone got any ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO4_w05SUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/yIDIrOr_WZY/s1600-h/100_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256748595649530178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO4_w05SUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/yIDIrOr_WZY/s320/100_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-6574219637645328518?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6574219637645328518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6574219637645328518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6574219637645328518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6574219637645328518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-stuff.html' title='RANDOM &quot;STUFF&quot;'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SPO2bgXzcQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/19O7PceXrn4/s72-c/100_0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-261727883290276128</id><published>2008-10-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:16:08.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBELIEVABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this letter from protect marriage.com. You've got to read this and tell everyone you know! PROP 8 MUST PASS... at LEAST for our children's sake! Vote YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to believe this.&lt;br /&gt;In the same week that the No on 8 campaign launched an ad that labeled as "lies" claims that same-sex marriage would be taught in schools to young children, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a first grade class took a school-sponsored trip to a gay wedding&lt;/span&gt;. Eighteen first graders traveled to San Francisco City Hall Friday for the wedding of their teacher and her lesbian partner, The San Francisco Chronicle reported. The school sponsored the trip for the students, ages 5 and 6, taking them away from their studies for the same-sex wedding.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was officiated by San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom, who arrogantly welcomed the arrival of same-sex marriage by saying "The door's wide open now. It's gonna happen, whether you like it or not."&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder that the No on 8 campaign is fighting tooth and nail to get our ads pulled off the air. It's because they're true. Not only will schoolchildren be taught about same-sex marriage if Prop 8 fails, it's already happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-261727883290276128?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/261727883290276128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=261727883290276128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/261727883290276128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/261727883290276128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/unbelievable.html' title='UNBELIEVABLE'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1290621366078780564</id><published>2008-10-03T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:26:32.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROP 8 VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mother in law emailed me this great video about the consequences of not passing prop 8. It's based on a family in Massachusetts where same-sex marriage IS legal and just what it meant for their 5 year-old child. It's a great short video. Watch it and spread the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1815820715?bctid=1822459319"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1815820715?bctid=1822459319&lt;/span&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/9198668331779403815-1290621366078780564?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1290621366078780564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=1290621366078780564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1290621366078780564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1290621366078780564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/prop-8-video.html' title='PROP 8 VIDEO'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-2720659803441134352</id><published>2008-09-30T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:20:03.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK PICNIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TOP 5 REASONS WHY WE ENJOYED MY WORK PICNIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Yummy (and free) food including cotton candy (which, oddly enough, Mallory didn't care for)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Mallory had her first try at corn on the cob (which she did very well at considering she only has 6 grown in teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWm7MBElI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CtA8ktmJvCU/s1600-h/100_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925710934708818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWm7MBElI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CtA8ktmJvCU/s320/100_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Mallory chased/kicked/carried every size and color ball she could find all over the soccer-sized field. All the while screaming "BAAAAW" (AKA "Ball")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWnYnpqAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/psNM-OzR2kM/s1600-h/100_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925718835243010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWnYnpqAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/psNM-OzR2kM/s320/100_0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWn1ZVAmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Bu2FvPG8Uac/s1600-h/100_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925726559797858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWn1ZVAmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Bu2FvPG8Uac/s320/100_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Mallory was a happy girl and even did a little posing for the camera (I think she knows she cute =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWmkj2WII/AAAAAAAAA6I/seWAkNyLw0Y/s1600-h/100_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925704860653698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWmkj2WII/AAAAAAAAA6I/seWAkNyLw0Y/s320/100_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were able to spend a Saturday afternoon together as a family without thinking about what else needs to be done. SWEET!&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/9198668331779403815-2720659803441134352?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2720659803441134352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=2720659803441134352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2720659803441134352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/2720659803441134352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-picnic.html' title='WORK PICNIC'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SOKWm7MBElI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CtA8ktmJvCU/s72-c/100_0871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-401452759287917478</id><published>2008-09-30T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:34:24.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES ON PROP 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never been so in to politics as I have been this year. I'm especially concerned about prop 8. My mom forwarded me this article. It's basically saying that we can no longer be considered "Bride and Groom" on marriage licenses. We are to be considered "Party A and Party B". Disgusting! This is only the beginning my friends... only a smidge of what is to come if we do not vote yes on prop 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;amp;pageId=74768"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;amp;pageId=74768&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-401452759287917478?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/401452759287917478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=401452759287917478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/401452759287917478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/401452759287917478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-on-prop-8.html' title='YES ON PROP 8'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4984505447432728908</id><published>2008-09-26T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:28:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDUCATIONAL WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;By a fluke, this week had sort of been an educational/hands on week/try-new-things week. Since Mallory has cut her naps down to one nap a day, we don't really know what to do with ourselves all morning. I'm sure it's not all that exciting and new at our house so I've been thinking of things and ways to make new wrinkles in Mallory's brain. Plus, I just read Toddlerwise (the 3rd book to babywise) and I don't think she's having too much "structered playtime." I just kind of let her follow me around and play with what she wants, as long as it's safe of course. Plus, I haven't been reading to her like I should. Shes loves books, as long as she gets to turn the pages. Anyway, this week, we have gone to the new library (which is awesome by the way) for storytime, visited Bryce's work, and went to a cheap kiddie museum in the heart of scary Oxnard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The new library is gorgeous and so much more kid friendly than the last one. We went right when it opened for story time (which I found out is technically meant for 2 years and up... oh well... they're not gonna kick us out). It was good for Mallory to see other kids sitting and listening to the storyteller. I hope she'll eventually get to that. And then we went to the Library's pirate ship where she could drag around germ-infested stuffed animals twice her size. Which she also loved. All in all, it was a good time and we would do it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1REnFek2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WqprSu1JHjg/s1600-h/100_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250441880237151074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1REnFek2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WqprSu1JHjg/s320/100_0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1REkVC7RI/AAAAAAAAA5I/n9vYa9_kKBc/s1600-h/100_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250441879497141522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1REkVC7RI/AAAAAAAAA5I/n9vYa9_kKBc/s320/100_0816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we visited Bryce at work, for a short visit anyway. Mallory loved to see daddy, of course, and then to see and hear all the things in the work area kept her attention. I just love to see the two of them together! I could hear Bryce saying, "See that's where daddy keeps his toolbox" and "Look at that car, that's a nice one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SBr7PkeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XslTPzfCfJM/s1600-h/100_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250442929508422114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SBr7PkeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XslTPzfCfJM/s320/100_0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And, lastly, we went to a totally hands-on kiddie museum. It was only $4 so I didn't expect much. But, hey, with the price of gas these days, it probably cost me more just to drive there. Anyway, once again Mallory enjoyed it. I think she was a little hesitant to play with things since she's always being told she can't touch things when we go places. But once she realized she could touch anything and go anywhere she went wild. And when lunchtime rolled around she didn't want to leave. Her favorites were the fish, the turtles, and, OF COURSE, the "Baawds" (birds). I don't know what it is with this girl and birds but I wish she would be obssessed with something else. She was content with discovering things all on her own and didn't really play with anyone else. Except this one little girl, who was about 3 or so, and she kept taking things from Mallory and saying "you can't play with that." Mallory didn't care, she'd just go touch something else. Although I'm sure she touch a gazillion germs, I think she also grew/connected a few neurons in that little brain of hers. She even learned to say "tow tuh" (turtle) while we were there. I couldn't be more proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SqvlqhzI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VG5X223PuDE/s1600-h/100_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250443634866292530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SqvlqhzI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VG5X223PuDE/s320/100_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SqmROp-I/AAAAAAAAA5o/JXXn9WWNGX8/s1600-h/100_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250443632364660706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SqmROp-I/AAAAAAAAA5o/JXXn9WWNGX8/s320/100_0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1Sq2Pm4yI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FKWt-Nu_xtU/s1600-h/100_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250443636652827426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1Sq2Pm4yI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FKWt-Nu_xtU/s320/100_0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SrPOsjLI/AAAAAAAAA54/cIPNR8xo8uM/s1600-h/100_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250443643359890610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SrPOsjLI/AAAAAAAAA54/cIPNR8xo8uM/s320/100_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SrDsiywI/AAAAAAAAA6A/s_IZmfrvk5w/s1600-h/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250443640263854850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1SrDsiywI/AAAAAAAAA6A/s_IZmfrvk5w/s320/100_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, this was my week as teacher mommy. I hope I didn't put you all to sleep. But it's funny what things are important to you at this stage of life. I never thought that I'd be blogging about this sort of stuff. But, hey, it's what I do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow, we're going to a work party in Malibu. It's mostly for Mallory because of all the kid activities and the awesome food. I heard that they're great parties. I'm sure I'll be blogging about that one later too!!&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/9198668331779403815-4984505447432728908?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4984505447432728908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4984505447432728908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4984505447432728908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4984505447432728908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/educational-week.html' title='EDUCATIONAL WEEK'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SN1REnFek2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WqprSu1JHjg/s72-c/100_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1208154795869442428</id><published>2008-09-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:24:57.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME VS. THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does it ever feel like tha world is conspiring against you?? Although it's probably not true, I do think that sometimes. It's a good thing that Bryce and I did have a great weekend together because these last 3 days have been horribly exhausting mentally, spiritually and physically. I already wrote about Mondays happenings and then Tuesday was much of the same behavior from Mallory but with a million errands to run. And then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yesterday was that straw that broke this camels back&lt;/span&gt;! I've been planning our family photos since last year's horrible experience with our getting our photos done. I'm a picture freak (like you didn't notice) and I just wanted some beautiful pictures of my fam to send out and decorate our home. So, I've been searching for photographers for months and finally found one (which come to find out are LDS, funny). Then Bryce and I scouted out locations-- found one. I've always wanted Beach photos so that was our plan. I decided to do it yesterday since it was our official Anniversary day. I thought it would be something memorable. Umm... yeah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;it sure was something I won't forget&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mallory woke up crabby, as has been the case the last few days. I don't know what's wrong with her. She wont eat, she is just plain unhappy. And as I've heard from someone: "A mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child". Needless to say I've been stressing about Mallory's behavior for days. So, we get to the beach and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have said 500 prayers by the time we arrive&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to get his done with and have great pictures as a result. Well, Mallory didn't get any better. In fact, all she wanted to do was chase the "Baawds" (Birds). And then appearantly someone on the beach said we were harassing the birds. Umm... when is the last time a seagull did something for you?? And then to top off the frustration I was already feeling, get this. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The "Park Police" showup and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;break up our photo shoot&lt;/span&gt;!!! I could not have thought of this happening in my wildest dreams!!! Some 19 year old bean-pole on a power trip (who claimed to be a nice guy??) Gave the photographers a ticket for not having a permit to shoot at a "state park." I didn't know this and I guess as photographers they have known it but c'mon! It's not like we're publishing a magazine here. I just want some freakin' family photos. I think the photographers were a little embarassed and I was a little in shock.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How do things like this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Is it too much to ask for family photos? I've always claimed that I have bad luck. Appearantly, I still do. The photographers said they have shot in hundreds of locations and particularly this beach and never had a problem. So, we decided to reschedule. But, at this point I'm so defeated with everything, I don't know that I'll ever get around to doing it.  I didn't cry until I got home. But I eventually just stopped crying and decided to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;go to bed early and hope that tomorrow (which is now today) is a different and better day&lt;/span&gt;. Bryce is so sweet and tried so hard to help me feel better but he knew that I had just had it. I couldn't take anymore. He just kissed me good night and let me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only reason that I can be grateful this happened? Hopefully next time Mallory will feel better and more manageable ans actually smile. And if that was the Lord's idea... then I'm grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For now, I guess I'd better get on with the day and hope and pray that it's a good one!&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/9198668331779403815-1208154795869442428?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1208154795869442428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=1208154795869442428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1208154795869442428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1208154795869442428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-vs-world.html' title='ME VS. THE WORLD'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6971775070111382679</id><published>2008-09-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:11:09.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPOUT OR WEDDING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See, I told you I'd have plenty to post about this month. So, yesterday was Bryce's Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! BUT the day was reserved for his friend's wedding. This is a longtime friend of Bryce's. Not so much a long time friend of mine. But I went to support Bryce in being a groomsman anyway. We'd already been frustrated with the way it has been planned and yaddi yadda. (don't worry this friend doesn't read our blog). BUT we went to support him anyway. Well, by the time we arrived in Santa Barbara (yes, about 10 to 15 dollars in gas), we drove to the middle of nowhere. Was it a camp ground? A Park? A makeout point? Hmm... still not sure. I didn't know if I should have been wearing perfume or bug spray! Luckily it wasn't too hot BUT there was dirt everywhere, bugs everywhere, and it was not a kid-friendly place to play. And to make it worse, we were sitting on dirty wooden benches and I was wearing nearly white pants! So, once I got over the location issue... Mallory was not feeling well. What timing huh? She had a cough a runny nose and it was her naptime. (why is everything during naptime??) So, she was throwing fits left and right. I tried walking her around for awhile before the ceremony and she was screaming bloody murder the whole time. And if any of you have heard Mallory scream you know what I'm talking about. After an hour of trying to calm her down, I was ready to cry myself. And I did- on the way to the car. I told Bryce I was going home and that he should get a ride home with his fam. So, I missed the whole ceremony. But about after being on the road for 5 minutes, Mallory was out... I mean snoring. So, I took a chance and decided to turn around and let Mallory sleep in the car for an hour or so and then rejoin the party. It was a lot of drama, crying, and frustration. It's times like these that I just think... "how did my life get to this point??" OH YEAH.... I had a kid!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, besides all that, Mallory did cheer up about 15 minutes before we left and we did get a few cute shots. Just look at the background in the pics. I don't know about you but I would have never have wanted my wedding there. And they even paid for the place! Just glad it wasn't my wedding. Enjoy the pics and hopefully my next blog will be a little less... ummm... frustrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes this is the Bride and Groom (both in BLUE??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgiKIZhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/MkTsaId19Nk/s1600-h/100_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743602834990610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgiKIZhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/MkTsaId19Nk/s320/100_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bryce said she looks sad in this pic? I don't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgbDgdmI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/v_tVu72Cw24/s1600-h/100_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743600928159330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgbDgdmI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/v_tVu72Cw24/s320/100_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAthMEcIbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OiFMTLglk2I/s1600-h/100_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743614085407154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAthMEcIbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OiFMTLglk2I/s320/100_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtv0VlzFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/G3Loi6rRwj8/s1600-h/100_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743865412930642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtv0VlzFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/G3Loi6rRwj8/s320/100_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgz_mgRI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BEZpl-GcYhg/s1600-h/100_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743607622664466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgz_mgRI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BEZpl-GcYhg/s320/100_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just say I'm glad that that day is over!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-6971775070111382679?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6971775070111382679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6971775070111382679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6971775070111382679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6971775070111382679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/campout-or-wedding.html' title='CAMPOUT OR WEDDING?'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SNAtgiKIZhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/MkTsaId19Nk/s72-c/100_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6130424579925589547</id><published>2008-09-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:12:17.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR HAPPY ANNIVERSARY/BIRTHDAY WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, we actually did it... we took a weekend all to ourselves. No Mallory. That was the first time in fifteen months it was just us two. And it was GREAT! Every now and then I would wish Mallory was with us. But now that we're back in the real world, Bryce and I almost said it at the same time, "We SOO needed that!" (WARNING: MUSHY PICTURE BELOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2KW8EMnpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FPvujXHghrM/s1600-h/100_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246001267641982610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2KW8EMnpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FPvujXHghrM/s320/100_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;We went to the fabulous Ojai Valley Inn. You know, the one that has the best golfing and spa in the nation. We could have never have afforded to go there on our own but we got lucky. My coworker's husband works there and he hooked us up big time. We got a mini-suite that is normally $6-800 a night for only $100 night. Plus a FABULOUS view. Oh and the night we got there, he had chocolate covered strawberries delivered to our room!! See, there are nice people in this world! Penny and Rick... THANK YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JYcCX5ZI/AAAAAAAAA20/3khuG26mGx0/s1600-h/100_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000193892509074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JYcCX5ZI/AAAAAAAAA20/3khuG26mGx0/s320/100_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;When we first got there, we didn't know what to do. We've been on a schedule based on naptimes and, well, Mallory for so long we were not sure what to do next. But the first night we just hung out and settled in. But Saturday was so much fun. We slept in. Well, 830 is sleeping in to us these days. Then we went to breakfast and Bryce showed me Ojai. Funny, that Ojai is only 30 minutes away but I've never been there. It's a quaint little town with some very intersesting people. Not that I'm trying to be mean but the only I can describe them is to say they were kind of like "mountain folk." We also found out in some very interesting ways that Ojai is very much a "tree-hugging" city. Granted I think that's part of the uniqueness of Ojai but I mean these people LOVE their trees. Case and Point, look at the following pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JCX2wvKI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nuHn1TY4kAA/s1600-h/100_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245999814812941474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JCX2wvKI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nuHn1TY4kAA/s320/100_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JCitwieI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2RZob4oIRRE/s1600-h/100_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245999817727969762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JCitwieI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2RZob4oIRRE/s320/100_0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They love trees so much that they build their city streets AROUND the trees and expect you to drive around it. It was so bizarre to me that I was cracking up. And of course, I had to get a picture of it. And before we left I felt as though in order to become one with Ojai, I needed to show a little love to one of the Oaks. See I can hug a tree. (Kind of... this one had ants all over it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JYOGXw0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/9cvrruxN0f8/s1600-h/100_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000190151181122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2JYOGXw0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/9cvrruxN0f8/s320/100_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;After our tree encounters, we went back to our room, grabbed our clubs and went to the driving range. And can I just say that Bryce ROCKS when it comes to golfing! Me... I need a little training but I'd give myself an "A" for effort. After the golfing we went poolside. It was a gorgeous day in Ojai for a swim. We lounged by the pool and even ordered a poolside lunch. We were spoiling ourselves. We went back to the room cleaned up and then we switched to our birthday mode. (No not birthday suit mode... I just realized what that sounded like). Our Anni is on the 17th and Bryce's Birthday is on the 15th. We try to keep it separate but his friend is getting married on his birthday. So, we had to shove it all into one weekend. We did the present thing and then went to dinner. Came home and watched an in-room movie. Oh, it was sooo great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2KWUkcVvI/AAAAAAAAA28/qpRUv0NVuOU/s1600-h/100_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246001257039812338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2KWUkcVvI/AAAAAAAAA28/qpRUv0NVuOU/s320/100_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;When I woke up this morning, the first thing I said was, "Honey, we get to go see Monkey!!" (AKA Mallory). We couldn't drive home fast enough. When I got to see her sweet face for the first time in 2 days, I was ecstatic. Jeez, I love that girl like crazy! Bryce and I wanted to see who she would run to first and it was... me! And to top off her hugs, she gave me 3 kisses without me having to ask for them!! Happy Anniversary to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;All in all, we had a great weekend which I'm sure we will have to reminisce about until we can find the time to do it again. But I must say thanks to my Mom and Paul and Sarah. No way we could've pulled it off without them. Thanks for taking such good care of our sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Now I must force myself back to real life... which quite honestly is more of a challenge but that makes me appreciate weekends like this.&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/9198668331779403815-6130424579925589547?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6130424579925589547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6130424579925589547&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6130424579925589547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6130424579925589547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-happy-anniversarybirthday-weekend.html' title='OUR HAPPY ANNIVERSARY/BIRTHDAY WEEKEND'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SM2KW8EMnpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FPvujXHghrM/s72-c/100_0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-813356564008597452</id><published>2008-09-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:15:33.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our NO Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Labor Day. It's not often that I don't work on a day Bryce has off. But this time, it was the three of us, all day long, and we weren't allowed to do any "laboring." Sure, the house was a little untidy but who cares??? We had such a great, laid back, "do-whatever" kind of day. We don't get to have those sorts of days often, so I appreciate them when we do. We did a little bit of shopping, went to the park, ate out for lunch, went swimming, watched a movie, and Bryce and I even got to have time alone to catch up and just hang out. Ohh... I wish we could have labor day everyday! Bryce and I often relish in our memories when we were first dating and we could have days where it was just the two of us and we could do whatever we felt like doing. We miss it, but we wouldn't change the way we are now. So, here are a few pics of us on our "no Labor Day." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVU5Smw9I/AAAAAAAAA18/PXB0TflV0GA/s1600-h/100_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241228252561195986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVU5Smw9I/AAAAAAAAA18/PXB0TflV0GA/s320/100_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;She's getting more teeth and I can't keep her fingers out of her mouth. Oh well... a little chlorinated water never hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVVG5exjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/baqW5HRZwm4/s1600-h/100_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241228256213911090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVVG5exjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/baqW5HRZwm4/s320/100_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;And, yes, this is like her millionth swimsuit. For those of you that read my blog, you know I love buying her swimsuits (mind you, they are always clearance!). Plus, I think she looks too cute with her swim shoes on. I gave up and bought some (on clearance) since she nearly cracked her head open last time we went to the pool. One slip was all it took for me to buy her pair... clearance or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVVUVnrdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rxgS07KDmBY/s1600-h/100_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241228259821596114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVVUVnrdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rxgS07KDmBY/s320/100_0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and this is Mallory's new friend of about oh... 2 minutes! She HAD to sit next to this girl and put her feet in the water just like her. Does anyone else's kid have a problem with boundries? Mallory will go up to and talk to and play with  just about anyone anywhere. Especially little kids her size. She is sooo outgoing. Which is funny, cause Bryce was painfully shy as a child and I was a little shy as well. I know she us just trying to play and say hi but some kids are scared by her lack of boundaries. If fact, sorry Anndalyn, I think Mallory scared Camden into a corner the last time you guys visited. Anyway, I don't know how to teach her this principle. Any Advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVV27DtAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zhEZKX8LkHk/s1600-h/100_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241228269105427458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVV27DtAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zhEZKX8LkHk/s320/100_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... another day in the life of the Sawyer's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-813356564008597452?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/813356564008597452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=813356564008597452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/813356564008597452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/813356564008597452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-no-labor-day.html' title='Our NO Labor Day'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLyVU5Smw9I/AAAAAAAAA18/PXB0TflV0GA/s72-c/100_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4006942711857174182</id><published>2008-08-28T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:51:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SB ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yep, we tried it out. Last Thursday, we had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;girls morning out to the Santa Barbara Zoo&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been to the Zoo there. Although it was a little chilly and Mallory was a little cranky due to the fact that the trip was cutting into her morning nap, we still had a good time. Ashley and Mallory love to play together so we thought we would rent a double stroller... umm... yeah, that only lasted a mere 5 minutes. They both wanted to walk most the time. Well, Mallory just wanted to run away I think. Now, I had to remind myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;this was a trial run&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to check out the Zoo, and see how Mallory reacted to the animals. The Zoo was small but a good size for a 14 month old. And I think she liked the animals but she was frustrated that she couldn't get closer or touch them. Needless to say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;she doesn't understand she can't go swing in the trees with the monkey&lt;/span&gt;. Ash was so cute, as always. She would say hi and bye to all the animals. What was so cute was that she said "Bye Kitty" to the huge Lion. MY FAVORITE part of the trip (although a rip-off) was feeding the giraffes. We got 3 pellets of food and Mallory watched me feed two of them to the giraffe. Then, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;she grabbed the third pellet and fed it to the giraffe&lt;/span&gt;! No fear (either that or she just doesn't have the sense to be scared of an animal that size). What made it even more cute was that the giraffe nibbled it out of her hand. For me, the giraffe stuck out it's long nasty tongue to grab the pellet. Maybe the giraffe wasn't as afraid of Mallory as it was of me. Lots of fun!! Can't wait til the next girl's outting! Maybe we'll try a kiddie museum. Thanks Sarah for the fabulous day out! Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, here are the pics from the day... Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjTPivqfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Wz3PqR_cSTs/s1600-h/100_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695504965609970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjTPivqfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Wz3PqR_cSTs/s320/100_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjT379ANI/AAAAAAAAA1U/EA-YYd2iN8k/s1600-h/100_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695515808760018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjT379ANI/AAAAAAAAA1U/EA-YYd2iN8k/s320/100_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjUM_-L7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/5Im9JJFgEEs/s1600-h/100_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695521462759346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjUM_-L7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/5Im9JJFgEEs/s320/100_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjUrSS0hI/AAAAAAAAA1k/yQ2pHjJGCyo/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695529592672786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjUrSS0hI/AAAAAAAAA1k/yQ2pHjJGCyo/s320/100_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjVPtQbgI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y5wPFyDp2_s/s1600-h/100_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695539369438722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjVPtQbgI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y5wPFyDp2_s/s320/100_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjdjJ3gaI/AAAAAAAAA10/5HasLRcDObI/s1600-h/100_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695682028667298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjdjJ3gaI/AAAAAAAAA10/5HasLRcDObI/s320/100_0704.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/9198668331779403815-4006942711857174182?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4006942711857174182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4006942711857174182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4006942711857174182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4006942711857174182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/sb-zoo.html' title='SB ZOO'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLcjTPivqfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Wz3PqR_cSTs/s72-c/100_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6621669763086814038</id><published>2008-08-28T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:12:33.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Just a quick note. I'm always looking for a good book to read and usually I have a hard time finding one. BUT the last book I just finished was really good. It's called  STOLEN INNOCENCE by Elissa Wall. It's a true story about that FLDS girl that was married off at 14 and testified against Warren Jeffs (the FLDS self proclaimed "prophet") to finally put him behind bars. It was just interesting to see how they live and think. It's about 400 pages but, hey, I read it in a decent amount of time. If any wants to borrow it, let me know!  =P&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/9198668331779403815-6621669763086814038?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6621669763086814038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6621669763086814038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6621669763086814038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6621669763086814038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-book.html' title='A GOOD BOOK'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1228640910596792081</id><published>2008-08-26T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:35:42.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POTPOURRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So... I know I haven't really posted much lately. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been a little quiet&lt;/span&gt; around here lately and I don't mind it. The last few months were pretty crazy and I'm trying to gear myself up for September. I was looking at my planner and it seems like there are no open days except for Sundays. We've got Bryce's B-day, our 3 year Anni with hopefully a weekend getaway, a wedding, a work picnic, Doc appointments, my work, Bryces work, I'm trying to schedule family photos (once Bryce's hair grows in some more), and not to mention life's everyday demands. Man, I'm tired just thinking about it. So, I've been trying to relax and enjoy my slow times. Especially when Mallory is napping. I love her to pieces but I've already had it with the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;temper tantrums&lt;/span&gt;. It's so hard to know what to do or what her deal is. Bryce and I just look at eachother like, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Ok, now what do we do with our little experiment?"&lt;/span&gt; When she is sweet, she's fabulous but, oh man, if you don't give her what she wants... plug your ears! I think ONE is the new TWO in the way of temper tantrums. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is soooo strong-willed&lt;/span&gt; (can't imagine where she got that). I mean, she's only one and I don't know where she has learned to do this. I try to help her say the words she knows so she can communicate whats wrong but sometimes there is just no winning. I swore I would never let my child tell me what to do... ummm... maybe I shouldn't have done that. I'm also being told that girls are more like this than boys... great, NOW you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANYWAY... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just had a few pics of our little munchkin that I thought were cute&lt;/span&gt;... so enjoy and I'm sure I'll have a lot more to blog about in the coming weeks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOOK AT ALL THAT HAIR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt; I need to learn how to french braid soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCpn5RF3I/AAAAAAAAA00/iJJ1BlGK3ys/s1600-h/100_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238885549389977458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCpn5RF3I/AAAAAAAAA00/iJJ1BlGK3ys/s320/100_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sitting on just the carpet is no longer an option. Well, just &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sitting rarely happens these days&lt;/span&gt; but she must be climbing or standing or running. And doesn't she look so sweet like she could no wrong? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCqHXFfcI/AAAAAAAAA08/BLvQqInSJzE/s1600-h/100_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238885557836545474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCqHXFfcI/AAAAAAAAA08/BLvQqInSJzE/s320/100_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Presenting our EVIL CANEIVAL&lt;/span&gt; (However you spell it). I about peed my pants the first time she stood up on her bike. But now I'm in disbelief at how she had learned that if she scoots the bike right next to the table, she can then play with all of mommy's papers on TOP of the table. I'm beginning to think nothing I own is safe anymore. Although you can't see her face, she had the biggest, proudest grin when she turned around. It was cute and a little worrisome at the same time. If she's doing this sort of thing this week, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what is she gonna do next week?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCqutSG8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/7nwXCl09UCw/s1600-h/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238885568398629826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCqutSG8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/7nwXCl09UCw/s320/100_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-1228640910596792081?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1228640910596792081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=1228640910596792081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1228640910596792081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/1228640910596792081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/potpourri.html' title='POTPOURRI'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SLRCpn5RF3I/AAAAAAAAA00/iJJ1BlGK3ys/s72-c/100_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3556964786765667191</id><published>2008-08-13T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:40:27.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDE EM' COWGIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, we decided to attempt the VC Fair last Saturday. We knew it wouldn't be easy but we wanted to have a little family outing. Unfortunately, so did the rest of VC. Besides the heat, the crowds, the parking, and Mallory's crankiness... we did have a good time. I was a little bummed that Mallory didn't enjoy it all as much as I thought she would. The problem was that she wanted to get out of the stroller and walk around. But obviously she didn't understand that she would have gotten ran over in 2 seconds flat. so, we did our best with what we had to work with. We went to the rodeo, got a yummy (and so bad for you) funnel cake, went to see the livestock, and then, when we had just about had it and were about to head home, we saw the pony rides!! I've always loved horseback riding and especially ever since I lived in Idaho for 2 years with a cowgirl roommate. We were riding horses all the time. Anyway, I'd love it if Mallory loved horses too. I told Bryce, "We are so doing this... I don't care how much it is." So I got Mallory a ticket and stood in line with her and then two minutes before her cowgirl debut, she took her oh-so-cute pigtails out. As I tried to fix her hair (since I knew they were taking pictures) the rubber bands broke. Of course... just my luck. So, I took the big fat rubberband out of MY hair and gave her a "pony"tail no pun intended. Oh, the drama of a mother! So, despite the hair malfunction, I think she looks pretty darn cute in her picture! And might I just add, she LOVED the pony ride. I held her hand for a little bit but she then decided she didn't want it. She rode the pony all by herself... even with no hands! She was just laughing and giggling and couldn't believe she was on this big animal. So so Cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;That last stop at the pony rides made my day... Mallory enjoyed something and therefore, I enjoyed it as well. It's still amazing to me what lengths I'll go to to make sure my daughter is happy. So here she is... my cute cowgirl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SKMSYO-LDOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/dOv9tjV1PFo/s1600-h/Cowgirledited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SKMbtKwWDtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/IA6OwX4P2SA/s1600-h/Cowgirledited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234057654729838290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SKMbtKwWDtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/IA6OwX4P2SA/s400/Cowgirledited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3556964786765667191?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3556964786765667191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3556964786765667191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3556964786765667191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3556964786765667191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/ride-em-cowgirl.html' title='RIDE EM&apos; COWGIRL!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SKMbtKwWDtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/IA6OwX4P2SA/s72-c/Cowgirledited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7641616284521488349</id><published>2008-08-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:52:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP US LAUGHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory is certainly been turning more and more into a little girl and gaining her own personality with each day. Even over the past week she's picked up on so much and tried new things. And in the process of this learning and growing she does some pretty funny things. Here's a FEW of the reasons she makes us laugh so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has discovered how to color and loves it but, most the time, she MUST be sitting on top of the coloring page, otherwise she doesn't want to participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidOoB0WGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2qUyA6YGJiY/s1600-h/100_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103841779603554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidOoB0WGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2qUyA6YGJiY/s200/100_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidPKFBRhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/uk9yfIXUPns/s1600-h/100_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103850919839250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidPKFBRhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/uk9yfIXUPns/s200/100_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She climbs into her "pillow car" and "reads" to herself all by herself! And it sounds something like "Bee-gio... da da da... Bee-gio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidPDXEA1I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/8H6-QCVDUCM/s1600-h/100_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103849116468050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidPDXEA1I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/8H6-QCVDUCM/s200/100_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidPw98jII/AAAAAAAAAzY/UbvH_9_Modg/s1600-h/100_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103861359152258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidPw98jII/AAAAAAAAAzY/UbvH_9_Modg/s200/100_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sleeps long and hard and in the funniest positions sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid33NgDZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mQzJazd4yS0/s1600-h/100_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104550229773714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid33NgDZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mQzJazd4yS0/s320/100_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid3daAd5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/YcOBiYMNInQ/s1600-h/100_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104543302907794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid3daAd5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/YcOBiYMNInQ/s320/100_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Monkey Leash in now her new best friend. She kisses it, carries it around and, well, wears the monkey around on her back with the tail dragging behind her. If we use it as it is intended, she doesn't like it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid2CJXptI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Kn4xC-ZdvlE/s1600-h/100_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104518805497554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid2CJXptI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Kn4xC-ZdvlE/s320/100_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid3GgJ3SI/AAAAAAAAAzo/brcl_UzoCEk/s1600-h/100_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104537154673954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJid3GgJ3SI/AAAAAAAAAzo/brcl_UzoCEk/s320/100_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She brightens our day and makes us laugh all the time. Hope these silly pictures brightens your day!&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/9198668331779403815-7641616284521488349?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7641616284521488349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7641616284521488349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7641616284521488349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7641616284521488349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-us-laughing.html' title='KEEP US LAUGHING'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SJidOoB0WGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2qUyA6YGJiY/s72-c/100_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-4525272647047364</id><published>2008-07-27T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:38:35.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, now that Mallory is running (no longer just walking) everywhere, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we don't know why we even go to church these days&lt;/span&gt;. It's basically a tag-team for three hours. The girl just will not sit still and if you try to be firm and make her sit, she screams. We've tried sitting in different areas of the sacrament meeting room in order to have her stay put and be a little more reverent but here's what's happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Front Row&lt;/span&gt;-- she climbs the stairs to the pulpit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Middle Row&lt;/span&gt;-- she hits her head on the hymnal shelf as well as other parts of the pew and screams bloody murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back Row&lt;/span&gt;-- she bolts for the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back Back Hard chair rows&lt;/span&gt;-- she bangs on the metal seats and runs up and down the empty rows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we are stumped. We don't know what else to try. We bring snacks and books and toys. No matter what we try, we end up running laps around the church building keeping after Mallory. And when one of us gets tired, we tag the other and switch. And I'd thought about being a tough mommy and making her sit and not go walk around the church... but she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; only one year-old. Oh, I guess this is just a phase too??? I'll go to church because I know it's where I need to be. But when I only get to hear half of the lessons and talks... I'm not quite sure what I'm getting out of it. Anyone else having this problem??&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/9198668331779403815-4525272647047364?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4525272647047364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=4525272647047364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4525272647047364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/4525272647047364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-dilemma.html' title='Church Dilemma'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5178624373105977294</id><published>2008-07-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:30:42.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGTAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can you tell that I am such a mommy and my world revolves around my 1-year-old daughter???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I post blogs about the fact I'm sooo excited cause I put pigtails in Mallory's hair this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's got killer blue eyes, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOjZNS1HpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Rk2Jgj-6YoE/s1600-h/101_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220696046513233554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOjZNS1HpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Rk2Jgj-6YoE/s320/101_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-5178624373105977294?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5178624373105977294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5178624373105977294&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5178624373105977294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5178624373105977294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/pigtails.html' title='PIGTAILS'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOjZNS1HpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Rk2Jgj-6YoE/s72-c/101_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7070327797258289722</id><published>2008-07-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:16:39.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FOURTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope Everyone had a great and relaxing fourth of July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOf79uRGkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TBuv71R_4OY/s1600-h/101_0513+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220692245582256706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOf79uRGkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TBuv71R_4OY/s320/101_0513+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;We are all wearing red white and blue but you can't tell from this picture. I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOgPC6iOZI/AAAAAAAAAyg/s4ZjSlt5Apc/s1600-h/101_0495+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220692573393402258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOgPC6iOZI/AAAAAAAAAyg/s4ZjSlt5Apc/s320/101_0495+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7070327797258289722?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7070327797258289722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7070327797258289722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7070327797258289722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7070327797258289722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth.html' title='HAPPY FOURTH'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SHOf79uRGkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TBuv71R_4OY/s72-c/101_0513+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8674537474859519090</id><published>2008-06-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:53:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS (TIMES 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, what a week. In my last blog I mentioned that we have had a run of bad luck again and I said I'd post about it. So here it is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FIRST &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we all got sick again&lt;/span&gt;. Twice in one month doesn't seem very fair. Mallory had it first and didn't seem to get it as badly as Bryce and me. It was the worst cold I'd had in a long time. I could bearly swallow, my lymph node was like 5 times it's size, I couldn't breath out my nose. I was glued to the couch and poor Mallory was left to fend for herself. I, of course, fed her and stuff but I was no fun to play with. And, at one point, the ER was sounding like my best option. But thanks to my "drug-dealing" relatives, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I got a few pain meds and was able to make it through the worst of it&lt;/span&gt;. We're all recovering now but we all still have the residual cough and runny noses. So healthy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND in the midst of all that and prepping for Mallory's Birthday Party, I got a phone call Friday night from Bryce telling me he got into a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;car accident&lt;/span&gt; on his way home for work. My first reaction is to make sure &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he's alright&lt;/span&gt;... which he was... thank goodness. My second reaction is... oh, man, I don't want to deal with the insurance. I hate hate insurance companies. They want to take all your money and give you little to nothing in return. Anyway, I'll stay off my soap box for now. So, Bryces truck wasn't driveable. His airbags had deployed and some things under the hood had broken. His poor baby, we loved that truck. It was so well taken care of and we had had since we got married. I've posted some pics below but the damage looks worse in the pics than what it really was. When we had the truck towed to an auto body shop, they had to "tear-down" the vehicle to really assess the damages to give us an accurate estimate. And do you want to know how much it would cost to fix a $10 grand truck??? Drumroll... they said &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the repairs would cost nearly $11,000&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Crazy!! So, obviously the truck was totaled... no more truck. The insurance wouldn't repair it. But they do plan on paying us the value of the car which will be more than helpful to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;buy a new car&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk40HnyHuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Vv3t6OTQR_s/s1600-h/101_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764111335694050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk40HnyHuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Vv3t6OTQR_s/s400/101_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk400TuudI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JiADjY-B7mE/s1600-h/101_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764123331181010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk400TuudI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JiADjY-B7mE/s400/101_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk41mG1a-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/hAMtO_aofl4/s1600-h/101_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764136698866658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk41mG1a-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/hAMtO_aofl4/s400/101_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk42YuT6kI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B27igxj4wDs/s1600-h/101_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764150286215746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk42YuT6kI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B27igxj4wDs/s400/101_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And we did just that on Saturday. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We bought a car all by ourselves&lt;/span&gt;. We weren't planning on buying one just yet. We just wanted to look. But we just felt this car that was still hiding in the back lot and not ready for show yet was for us in many ways. And what are the chances that the guy selling us the car was in the Stake Presidency??? The Lord is so good!! Anway, we knew we needed a family car this time and we had our eye on a Mercedes R-class for a long time. But we weren't about to spend 55 grand on a Mercedes. So we got a car that is very much like it but much much cheaper. Maybe later on down the road we'll look at the Mercedes again. But for now we got a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chrysler Pacifica&lt;/span&gt;! It's more of a mommy-mobile but it's not a mini-van. I refuse to drive a mini-van. The Pacifica is a cross between an SUV and mini-van. It &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fits Mallory and her car seat GREAT&lt;/span&gt;!! If you as me, I think she loves the new car. It's at the dealer today getting detailed otherwise I'd put a picture of ours up but here's a stock picture for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk17aNqeSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EgfLUMEHXZg/s1600-h/10504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217760938050615586" style="CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk17aNqeSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EgfLUMEHXZg/s320/10504.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;it's nothing compared to my Beamer&lt;/span&gt; but it'll do the job for us. I like it but I'm not in love with it like I am with my BMW. I just always get nervous about buying new/used cars. You never know what you're gonna get. It'll be a hard transition giving Bryce the beamer and me the mommy-mobile but I knew it would happen someday. Bryce just sped up the process when he totaled his truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, and as if this blog wasn't getting long enough... there was one more oops. It was my fault this time. I have been cutting Bryce's hair for the last 4 months and to my surprise... I did a good job. I've never done it before and never been trained (unless you call an instruction book training). I've been getting better and better each time and I'm so glad that we're saving about 20 bucks each time I do it. It's big-time trust for Bryce to let me cut his hair and I'm glad he trusts me. But... this time didn't work out so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See, we had just put Mallory down for a nap and we knew we wouldn't have much time to get it all done. So, I felt a little a rushed. And then we were having trouble getting the trimmers to stay on very well. I kept having to remove the guard from the trimmers to adjust the trimmer. With that said, when I fixed the trimmers for the last time... I forgot to put the guard back on. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That was a big OOPS!&lt;/span&gt; When I made my first pass through the back of his hair, all I saw was a big poof of hair fall off and his bare scalp!!!! Aaahh!! I freaked out! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry&lt;/span&gt;. I think I did both. That's something you see in the movies not on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; hubby's head. And Bryce immediately felt air on his scalp and turned around asking "What did you do?!?!" As funny as this may sound and as funny as his head looked... &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I FEEL ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE!!!&lt;/span&gt; He knows I would never do that on purpose but I couldn't believe what I had just done to my hubby's head! Luckily, he's such a mellow person he didn't get very upset. I think I was more upset than he was. So, we spent a long time trying to blend it and make it look ok and there was just no fixing it. That's what upset me the most. I wanted to fix what I had done and couldn't. So, what did we do to fix it?? Well, we had no choice... &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we had to buzz it and I mean almost bald&lt;/span&gt;. He said he's never had his hair this short. I'm still in shock everytime I see him. Although I think he does look cuter than I thought he would with buzzed hair. And, honey, I think you have a nicely shaped head. The back looks worse than the front but considering what it had looked like at first... it does look better. So, here he is... in all his baldness... my hubby. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I love you baby and I'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't laugh too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGmNJtDBELI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RRwlXQHSujs/s1600-h/101_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217856841136017586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGmNJtDBELI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RRwlXQHSujs/s320/101_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, this is my life in the last couple weeks in a nutshell. (That's a big nutshell). I hope that it really starts to slow down. There are no signs of that yet but I'm hoping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8674537474859519090?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8674537474859519090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8674537474859519090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8674537474859519090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8674537474859519090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/oops-times-2.html' title='OOPS (TIMES 2)'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SGk40HnyHuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Vv3t6OTQR_s/s72-c/101_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-5380466616945132502</id><published>2008-06-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:03:36.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MY PARTY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, we finally had Mallory's First Birthday party and it went GREAT! The weather was a little warmer than I wanted but it was great for swimming. Although she was a real mama's girl the whole time, I think Mallory really enjoyed her party. We had BBQing and swimming, cake and presents. I was surprised at how smooth it all went considering how our luck has been again lately (more to come later on that). If you asked Mallory what her favorite part was, I think she would say her cupcake cake. She wasn't so sure what to do with this whole cake she had in front of her but once I showed her what to do with it... she went at it. And it was so cute cause she kept saying "Mmmm... num num." And then after demolishing the cake, she said "Ah Duh" or All done. Oh, she's no longer a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, as if you all haven't seen enough of Mallory here are exclusive pictures of 2008's Party of the Year! (For the Sawyer's Anyway)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you click on the pics you can look at them a little closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMXX3lrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5d-rFpNDO9E/s1600-h/101_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214824433788098226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMXX3lrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5d-rFpNDO9E/s200/101_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMCzsg6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/4XBMyXAgRrY/s1600-h/101_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214824428267668386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMCzsg6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/4XBMyXAgRrY/s200/101_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY creation of a CUPCAKE CAKE... I was pretty proud of my domesticated self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HM5ELs-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/Z2oQFamqQww/s1600-h/101_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214824442832335842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HM5ELs-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/Z2oQFamqQww/s200/101_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HNLAzeHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Z25CgUwK5Js/s1600-h/101_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214824447650003058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HNLAzeHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Z25CgUwK5Js/s200/101_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7IFDZfgEI/AAAAAAAAAws/wcZMeEOPfiY/s1600-h/101_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214825407678742594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7IFDZfgEI/AAAAAAAAAws/wcZMeEOPfiY/s320/101_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7IUGRDBeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Saq7iIaVwzQ/s1600-h/101_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214825666146665954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7IUGRDBeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Saq7iIaVwzQ/s320/101_0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMiPeCUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YO0N1OfZ4YI/s1600-h/101_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214824436705659202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMiPeCUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YO0N1OfZ4YI/s200/101_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7JA4pxEUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Y002d9mMvTg/s1600-h/101_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214826435586363714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7JA4pxEUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Y002d9mMvTg/s200/101_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My two most favorite people... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7JWxwbc5I/AAAAAAAAAxM/frVW05kKzDo/s1600-h/101_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214826811692381074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7JWxwbc5I/AAAAAAAAAxM/frVW05kKzDo/s320/101_0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would I do it again you ask??? Well, of course... but maybe not every year. It wasn't too hard to put together but it's just been a rough month so maybe next year will not so crazy. Happy Birthday again, our sweet girl! We love you! &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/9198668331779403815-5380466616945132502?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5380466616945132502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=5380466616945132502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5380466616945132502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/5380466616945132502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='IT&apos;S MY PARTY...'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SF7HMXX3lrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5d-rFpNDO9E/s72-c/101_0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-7828757253584877466</id><published>2008-06-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:11:51.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG T-W-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHLEY (AKA MY FAV NIECE)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mallory and I had a fab time at your beach party thanks for inviting us and we can't wait to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at Mallory's party tomorrow! See ya tomorrow!                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFvkdRJi8MI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Hd-XHCZDvIs/s1600-h/101_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214012185082261698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFvkdRJi8MI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Hd-XHCZDvIs/s200/101_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFvkdme7cyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/usLdGvs7C20/s1600-h/101_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214012190809092898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFvkdme7cyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/usLdGvs7C20/s200/101_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-7828757253584877466?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7828757253584877466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=7828757253584877466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7828757253584877466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/7828757253584877466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-t-w-o.html' title='THE BIG T-W-O'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFvkdRJi8MI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Hd-XHCZDvIs/s72-c/101_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-8945084384588151654</id><published>2008-06-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:22:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFk8_itjMmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/AlyJE8nOdU0/s1600-h/85pxf2g.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265106005340770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFk8_itjMmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/AlyJE8nOdU0/s320/85pxf2g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH MY GOSH!!! My little baby is ONE!! I can't believe that a year ago I was all pregnant and ready and to pop. And I did pop... And out came the most precious baby. Oh, how time flies! I was a little sad last Saturday cause Bryce and I were packing away the things that Mallory has already outgrown. We packed away clothes, her walker, her jumper, her car seat, and now she seems to be ready to get rid of bottles and her formula too. It's just all at once and this mama is not ready to let go of her baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But my baby is ready to grow up. She's walking all over the place, Crawling up the stairs, Saying uh-oh, and "ah da" (All done), and "Ta To" (Thank You), and "Na Na" (No No), and "Tye Tye" (Bye Bye). She's got 4 teeth coming in at once which is causing fevers and a cranky baby. And you know what's funny is she still hasn't gotten her two FRONT TOP teeth... just the ones around it. It looks pretty funny. All she wants for her Birthday are her two front teeth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of her birthday... Although today is her official B-day, we're having her Pool, BBQ Party on Saturday. So we won't be doing much celebrating til then but I don't think she'll notice. The party should be lots of fun. I've invited all the kids in the ward that are close to Mallory's age. And so far only the twins said they'd be there, which is fine cause Mallory loves Olivia and McKenna. I know I'll have lots of pics and stories to share after the party so I'll let you all know how it all goes. I know you are all on the edge of your seats! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And by the way, we are all no longer sick. We're all feeling much better. Except Mallory does still have a little fever again... Thanks a lot, teeth! But then when thing were looking better... I discovered some had stolen my NEW debit card number and stole $3000.00 from our bank account. It's a LONG story and I won't put you all through it but just know it's slowly being taken care of and the Lord is always watching out for us. Every one be careful where you're sliding your cards... Evil is everywhere that's for sure. You never think it will happen to you... I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'm not gonna fret over that now, it's gonna be a great day. I'm gonna spoil Mallory all day, it is after all her FIRST BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFlCvifGEJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/GLvTPGqHyco/s1600-h/101_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213271428136571026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFlCvifGEJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/GLvTPGqHyco/s200/101_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFlCwCXV_HI/AAAAAAAAAvk/g_WqPHiXEU0/s1600-h/101_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213271436693994610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFlCwCXV_HI/AAAAAAAAAvk/g_WqPHiXEU0/s200/101_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFlCwkHfv3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/DF5TWKZPxv8/s1600-h/101_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213271445754330994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFlCwkHfv3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/DF5TWKZPxv8/s200/101_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET GIRL... WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(as if she can read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-8945084384588151654?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8945084384588151654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=8945084384588151654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8945084384588151654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/8945084384588151654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-gosh-my-little-baby-is-one-i-cant.html' title='BIRTHDAY GIRL!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFk8_itjMmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/AlyJE8nOdU0/s72-c/85pxf2g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3839114549209917139</id><published>2008-06-15T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:10:39.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFWgJh92tUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/sbzdT9SJ-gk/s1600-h/fathers_day_graphics_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212248229348291906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFWgJh92tUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/sbzdT9SJ-gk/s320/fathers_day_graphics_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bryce you are the most amazing daddy! Mallory and I just wanted to let the whole world know that by posting that on our blog! We hope you had a wonderful, and relaxing day on your first official Father's Day. We thank you for all you do to take care of us and love us. I know Mallory's not always the easiest child but you sure are the best man for the job of being her father. We love you so much and have a happy happy daddy's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFWWpBuuw6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dhKzqoLrhuY/s1600-h/100_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212237775334458274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFWWpBuuw6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dhKzqoLrhuY/s320/100_2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS Happy Father's Day to all you other Daddies and soon-to-be-daddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3839114549209917139?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3839114549209917139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3839114549209917139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3839114549209917139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3839114549209917139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SFWgJh92tUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/sbzdT9SJ-gk/s72-c/fathers_day_graphics_4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6710257972633614506</id><published>2008-06-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:19:21.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SICK HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SEbqUsOxR4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/gt5HxAiZEug/s1600-h/sick-duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208107660291950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SEbqUsOxR4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/gt5HxAiZEug/s320/sick-duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No too much to say other than that we are all sick. Each with a different illness. It all started out with a small cold I had a week ago. I didn't think much of it until Bryce got it yesterday. (I guess all those kisses did it ... sorry hon!) Then Mallory started getting a fever on Monday night. The highest it ever got was 100.7, which was good considering the last time she got sick it was almost 102. But what's weird is she has had a fever off and on for the past few days but no other symptoms. No runny nose, no coughing, no puking... nothing. This nurse is baffled. I haven't taken her to the doctor cause I don't think they would tell me to do anything differently than what I have already been doing. Popsicles, baths, Motrin, Tylenol, fluids. I just hope it all goes away soon. Although, I must say she's been in a pretty good mood considering her fevers. Even a little more cuddly I'd say. And, then, there's me. I got over that cold and then got some crazy intestinal bug or something. I've lost 7 pounds in the last 3 days! I'd like to lose some weight but not like that. I was in so much abdominal pain last night that I almost went to the ER. Luckily my sick hubby, wiped my tears, gave me a blessing, gave me some meds, reminded me to put a heat pack on my stomach and drink my water, and fed me some grapefruit. Isn't he the best? I kind of like him! =P I'm feeling better today but I'm not gonna push it! Mallory and I are just hanging out on the couch with our blankets and bottles of water thinking about poor Bryce stuck at work with a nasty cold. Once I'm feeling much better I plan on sanitizing this whole house! Although, chances are that I might have gotten sick from work. It's the nature of the job I guess. Anyway, I've loved reading everyones blogs. I can live vicariously through all of you while I'm sitting here all sick with a feverish Mallory on my lap trying to push the keyboard buttons with her toes. This to shall pass... I know. Take care everyone!&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/9198668331779403815-6710257972633614506?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6710257972633614506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=6710257972633614506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6710257972633614506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/6710257972633614506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick-house.html' title='THE SICK HOUSE'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SEbqUsOxR4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/gt5HxAiZEug/s72-c/sick-duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-6850410754477936137</id><published>2008-05-25T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:54:30.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A REDLANDS WEDDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, Last Saturday we went to my cousins wedding in Redlands (not to far from you, craig and cyndi). I was in my aunt's AMAZING backyard! She has a view of the whole city. You can even see the Redlands temple from there. You can kind of see it in the pics but it doesn't do it justice. The only bummer about the trip... it was absolutely boiling! It was already hot in Camarillo but by the time we got to Redlands it was triple digits. So, not only was Mallory cranky from being in the car for two hours, but then it was sooo warm. We were worried that it would be too much for her but I think she actually handled it better than we did. In fact she guzzled down tons of water... isn't funny that she knows what her little body needs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, my cous looked gorgeous in her wedding dress and we were so happy to see her finally find a great hubby. She is, after all, one of the oldest of the 32 grandkids-- it was about time. =P We didn't get to talk to too many relatives since we were stuck at a table next to these what appeared to be desperate, lonely and a little geeky young adults. In fact, Bryce and I found their conversation comical. One girl kept talking about how she was "newly divorced" and how her ex would dress up in women's clothes. What!? I don't know. Is that how to pick up on a guy these days?! But hey they all exchanged numbers. Bryce and I are just glad we're not in the singles ward anymore. We love our ward now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, Bryce and I spent a lot of the reception playing with Mallory and chit chatting while trying to keep cool. Luckily it cooled off nicely once the sun went down. We stayed for the cake and the first few dances but then Mallory let us know it was time to go. We drove home and crashed in bed at about 11pm. Way past all of our bedtimes! I know, I know, we're such old boring tired people now, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, enjoy the pics and Congrats to Sarah on findin' a man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWxhUrqBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6Z4IfxuBZXI/s1600-h/101_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004778185304082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWxhUrqBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6Z4IfxuBZXI/s320/101_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who are those adorable people?? Honey, you look so hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWyBUrqCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kTQ21bN5MmM/s1600-h/101_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004786775238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWyBUrqCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kTQ21bN5MmM/s320/101_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little bit of the view from my aunts backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWyxUrqDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/IBm06nX67xI/s1600-h/101_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004799660140594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWyxUrqDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/IBm06nX67xI/s320/101_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Playtime with Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWzBUrqEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/fdWUJgasFEc/s1600-h/101_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004803955107906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWzBUrqEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/fdWUJgasFEc/s320/101_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was Mallory's first time actually feeling and sitting on grass. Some kids don't like the feel of grass but it didn't seem to phase her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWzhUrqFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/nQpjmUs2IPI/s1600-h/101_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004812545042514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SDhWzhUrqFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/nQpjmUs2IPI/s320/101_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just a little video clip of Mallory walking at the wedding and some clips of her swimming. 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With a vote of 4 to 3, they stated that marriage is not just between a man and a woman, it can be between anyone. I'm totally against this and I'm even more upset that they did this without the publics vote/opinion. Please sign the petition to save the sanctity of marriage. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libertyaction.org/290/petition.asp?PID=16594714&amp;amp;NID=1"&gt;http://www.libertyaction.org/290/petition.asp?PID=16594714&amp;amp;NID=1&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/9198668331779403815-244666559233473814?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/244666559233473814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=244666559233473814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/244666559233473814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/244666559233473814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/sign-petition-please.html' title='SIGN THE PETITION PLEASE!'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-3933128365771217283</id><published>2008-05-11T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:09:25.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SCdwu8doHUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PtfXElP-b3E/s1600-h/Happy_Mothers_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199248246629211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SCdwu8doHUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PtfXElP-b3E/s320/Happy_Mothers_Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all those exhausted mommies and soon to be mommies!! I of course had to blog about my first official mother's day. Most of the excitement was in the morning. Bryce got up before me... and Mallory. I was dreading getting up to do the whole get-ready-for-church routine especially since Mallory woke up at Midnight screaming and wouldn't got back to sleep til 1am. Anyway, I slowly got out of bed at 7 and painted my toenails cause I could smell that Bryce was making breakfast and I didn't want to go downstairs and ruin the surprise. So, he brought me my yummy breakfast with homemade chocolate covered strawberries!! Mmmm! (We have always had a thing with chocolate covered strawberries since we've been together). Then, since Mallory was awake by now, he went and got her up and had her bring me my mother's day card "from Mallory". It was the cutest thing cause Mallory came strolling in holding on to daddy's hand in her pink polka-dot jammies, some crazy bed-head, and the biggest "good-morning" grin on her face. So I read my cards (which were so sweet they made me cry) and ate my breakfast in complete peace while Bryce took Mallory downstairs to feed her. Then when I finally came downstairs cause I knew it was time to get ready for church, Bryce pointed out the beautiful bright yellow tulips he'd bought me! They were gorgeous!! He knows I love tulips. So, that's the gist of the celebrating part. The rest of the day I just rested, no cleaning. Bryce wouldn't allow it. Oh yeah, and he made dinner for us. I can't remember the last time I sat around like that and did nothing. It was great!! Thanks honey for the great day! I love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199584963475283282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SCii-cdoHVI/AAAAAAAAAts/9kCC_xui-Rw/s320/101_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199584989245087074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SCii_8doHWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lX3rewhOn5Y/s320/101_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198668331779403815-3933128365771217283?l=sawyerscoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3933128365771217283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198668331779403815&amp;postID=3933128365771217283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3933128365771217283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198668331779403815/posts/default/3933128365771217283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerscoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-happy-mothers-day.html' title='MY HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>THE SAWYER FAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296475515766439494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_-jez4IL_M/Tjiec_Ub4oI/AAAAAAAAB48/07FbIfX6zY8/s220/P1060869%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SCdwu8doHUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PtfXElP-b3E/s72-c/Happy_Mothers_Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198668331779403815.post-1349149073798979901</id><published>2008-05-05T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:34:53.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE STILL ALIVE... BARELY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey everyone! Just thought I'd let everyone know that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm a bad blogger&lt;/span&gt;. I know I haven't posted anything for quite some time but man... we've been so busy! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But, yes, here we are here and we're still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's been a lot going on. Of course that norm like work and taking care of the bills and what not. But then there was the garage sale, our rental home still needs to be repaired from the water damage the tenants caused, my new calling which is requiring me to feed 300 homeless people this Saturday, trying to sell our home and my BMW, Doctor's appointments, cell phones breaking, family drama, my debit card number getting stolen... and sadly, I think the list goes on. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I just take it one day at a time and some things get placed on the back-burner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BUT there have been some fun things going on, especially with Mallory. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Did I mention that she can walk now!!&lt;/span&gt; It was amazing!! At 10 months and a week she took her first steps. And then she conquered the stairs. Some days she's determined to walk everywhere and some days she doesn't want to walk anywhere. Then she's starting to make new sounds and made up words. I've counted and decided she can say 4 consenants (d,m,n,t) and 3 vowels (i, o, u). &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here favorite words are "uh-oh" and her new made up word or "huh-ta."&lt;/span&gt; Hey, I'm a mom, I gotta keep track of the words right?? And when she's in the mood she's a social butterfly. Like when she met Camden (Anndalyn's son) she was all about playing with him. I think Cam was a little afraid of her at first. Oh yeah, and she's becoming such the little fish. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She's can now go under the water for like 2 seconds!&lt;/span&gt; We're so proud of her and we're trying not to blink because she's just growing and learning to fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think that's it for now. I'll try and post a more exciting blog next time. But here's a couple pics I took of Mallory yesterday before church. I hope you all are not getting sick of pics of her. But &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pics of me and Bryce would not be all that exciting or nearly as cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196916286760433714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SB8n1A_MODI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9JLlPlxQV24/s320/101_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196916299645335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyLHQ2ucsxA/SB8n1w_MOEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O9UkAwpSH7k/s320/101_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196916299645335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0
