<?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-582291397531386107</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:46:49.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Butler Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-7688620866837447882</id><published>2010-01-12T15:04:00.028-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:27:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, to recap...</title><content type='html'>So- I know I'm a total slacker blogger this year... or I guess last year... so I wanted to do a quick photo recap of what we may have missed.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425985787900843090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z5U3Ql1FI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wZqC1iG5R3g/s400/HPIM2236.JPG" /&gt;Brea then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425986000345816578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z5hOra3gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dj8mYeyIO0c/s400/brea+now.jpg" /&gt;Brea now.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425986543871286226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z6A3d_W9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Wlh6RMrFep4/s400/HPIM2504.JPG" /&gt;Lily then.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425987315348268930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z6txcb54I/AAAAAAAAAVE/N14hrlSXrWQ/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;Lily now. LOVE her crooked smile!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425987620020678258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z6_gb_7nI/AAAAAAAAAVM/P24bHlPICyk/s400/5+gen.jpg" /&gt;Five generations together for Christmas.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425988265047845730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z7lDWda2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/2WQfKr7qDss/s400/b+%26+gg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brea loves her GG. She got home from Australia this year. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425987914685153042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z7QqJe_xI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rjF_JRUWgAQ/s400/andrew+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew loves his girls...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425989499547791186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z8s6OLr1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/tprrr1Pc6Oo/s400/elk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Elk. Our day trip to Hardware Ranch- I know, you so wish you could have been there... try not to be too jealous. I'm just a really lucky girl.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425989926058033794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z9FvGJgoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_Ha6WqvHvvM/s400/love+snow.jpg" /&gt;Brea loves the snow (for five minutes and then comes in to say "I'm FREEZING!" then she goes back out again.) She REALLY loves the hot chocolate we have afterwards. WE LOVE OUR COCOMOTION!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425993975786867378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S00AxdgvirI/AAAAAAAAAW8/csxobLwdPik/s400/lily+snow.jpg" /&gt; Lily does not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425990428527960210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z9i-8UIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wdyNdt2hNms/s400/dress+up.jpg" /&gt;Brea loves her dress-ups. They are her world. She could care less about time out... so now we call the "garbage man" (a.k.a Papa Bill). Sometimes he takes them to "the dump" for a while. If she is good, he brings them back. Her glass slippers are currently at "the dump".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426005638969121154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S00LYWQFWYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fWjSgLU3YdY/s400/meadows.jpg" /&gt;Speaking of Papa Bill, Brea loves him too... and Grandma Meadows (Don't cringe mom). I don't think Brea would love Papa Bill as much if she knew his secret identity.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425990770951713538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z926kf8wI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q9dobWrH-oE/s400/pregers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As weird as it sounds... I don't love not being pregnant. I didn't love it when I was pregnant, but I miss it now. People are nicer to you when your pregnant. They smile at you (probably just because they are glad to see someone so much fatter than they are) and they always want to help you. However, I don't miss the way they give you unsolicited advice, when they feel there is no such thing as personal space, and when people (especially other women) like to tell you how large you are. WHY would any pregnant woman want to hear "You're huge!"??? Pretty sure I'm aware of the giant belly I carry around all day, thank you very much. (Okay, I'm done with the rant.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425988587405466626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z730OgXAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TFHifnBEOrs/s400/brea+christmas.jpg" /&gt;Brea loved Christmas... she also loves Aunt Shell... Aunt Shell loves Brea too... she is super pumped... I'm just letting you know in case you couldn't tell. Shell hides her emotions.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425989728152366066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z86N1wq_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/7Vdq2NZNHzs/s400/left+alone.jpg" /&gt;Brea loves stickers... this is what happens when I leave Brea alone with Lily. And so it begins...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425991125650014530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z-Lj7KgUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kD2LLDuecak/s400/swim+diapers.jpg" /&gt;Brea LOVES to swim. She also LOVES Nemo... just a little confused, bless her heart.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425991312191542610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z-Wa2IVVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XaBBudFczF8/s400/whit.jpg" /&gt;Brea loves Aunt Whit-ty. Whit-ty loves Brea. Apparently, Brea loves to smell roses. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425988849170139554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z8HDYESaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dpg6cccYsRo/s400/brea+papa+b.jpg" /&gt;Brea loves Papa Butler. Watching them melts my heart.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425991584319940898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z-mQmmKSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xwMuM5AT99E/s400/whole+fam.jpg" /&gt;Brea really loves to take pictures... she was saying "cheese" for the entire time we tried to get a picture of this many people at one time. It was hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2009 was a great year. It completely flew by. When I look back I just love all the memories we've made with our family and friends. Those really are the precious times. I am so thankful for loving friends who are so willing to help. It humbles me and makes me want to be a better person. I love the closeness we share with our extended families. It's always crazy, but totally worth the chaos. We love you all!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-7688620866837447882?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7688620866837447882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=7688620866837447882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/7688620866837447882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/7688620866837447882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-to-recap.html' title='So, to recap...'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/S0z5U3Ql1FI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wZqC1iG5R3g/s72-c/HPIM2236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-3499996256846320762</id><published>2009-12-08T11:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:22:41.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We didn't get a ton of pictures of Lily on her blessing day and by the time we did Lily had just about had it. Ashleigh was so sweet and took a few pictures of her for us. Here are my favorites:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412930971428991986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sx6YCiG8M_I/AAAAAAAAATU/sFopV_dyExw/s400/IMG_2484_edited-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931372957327218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sx6YZ56wX3I/AAAAAAAAATc/f-eAIYSAIYo/s400/IMG_2500_edited-2.jpg" /&gt;Here is the one picture we did get the day of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412931876921648258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sx6Y3PVNpII/AAAAAAAAATk/NwWAFrACe5Y/s400/HPIM2557.JPG" /&gt;I loved her blessing day. I love seeing our entire family together. I'm always so touched to see all these amazing men surround a little baby to give them a blessing. It's always a crazy day that I kinda dread to be honest, but it is great when all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-3499996256846320762?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3499996256846320762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=3499996256846320762' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/3499996256846320762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/3499996256846320762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-gift.html' title='Precious Gift'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sx6YCiG8M_I/AAAAAAAAATU/sFopV_dyExw/s72-c/IMG_2484_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-2477389639987421374</id><published>2009-10-04T08:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:09:29.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a mean old witch with a hat...</title><content type='html'>My mom and I took the girls to "Breakfast with a Witch" at Gardner Village to kick off the Halloween season. It was so fun! Brea was in total awe of the witches. She only got scared once when a witch asked her if she could eat Lily. She was so cute and put her had on Lily and said hesitantly "...No..." The food was really yummy too! We'll definitely be making that a Halloween tradition!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388755010380549282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi0IY9WzKI/AAAAAAAAARM/gYQ-OwTI6lQ/s400/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388755186858891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi0SqZEmII/AAAAAAAAARU/00m1ctFjD0A/s400/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388755360270610722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi0cwZpcSI/AAAAAAAAARc/bBBn4JwJZLI/s400/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388755570877660322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi0pA-R_KI/AAAAAAAAARk/LxJqa4oIx9Y/s400/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the witch that asked to eat Lily. Brea's not so sure about her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388755811845871778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi03CplGKI/AAAAAAAAARs/9YznQCV8ZFI/s400/IMG_0955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761908086554946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi6Z46nwUI/AAAAAAAAASM/X2GdVw3l0oc/s400/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brea and all the fabulous witches. What a blast!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761057027235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi5oWeRHkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EVCqaxVl5AM/s400/IMG_0971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brea rode the horses afterwards. She LOVES them. I've always wanted horses but wasn't too sure if I could talk Andrew into it... maybe Brea can!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761334848998002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi54hcIynI/AAAAAAAAASE/qqCIchbMtbk/s400/IMG_0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sweet Lily K. after we got home. She is smiling for her Papa Bill. She LOVES him!!! And P.S. Lily is starting to get hair- YEAH! I was so sad for my sweet bald baby for a while but it looks like there is hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-2477389639987421374?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2477389639987421374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=2477389639987421374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2477389639987421374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2477389639987421374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-mean-old-witch-with-hat.html' title='I&apos;m a mean old witch with a hat...'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Ssi0IY9WzKI/AAAAAAAAARM/gYQ-OwTI6lQ/s72-c/IMG_0945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-6067247439243873509</id><published>2009-08-31T21:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:11:27.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing- Lily Kathryn Butler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's the story. It was July 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I was thinking I still had AT LEAST two if not three weeks until our new addition joined us. I had been doing things like setting up her room, making about a billion freezer meals, going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea's&lt;/span&gt; old baby clothes... etc. I was totally waiting until the last minute on things because I was prepared for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; like a month or two in advance and it drove me crazy so I was like I am going to only deep clean the house ONCE not 4 times like I did with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; just to give me something to do and I didn't want to have to get up every morning and stare at that dang packed and ready hospital bag. Well, BIG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SUPRISE&lt;/span&gt;... baby girl Butler #2 did not follow after her sister who was a week late... she came 2 weeks early. My bag was not packed, our SD cards on our camera's were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;totallly&lt;/span&gt; full, my house was a DISASTER, and we had yet to decide on a name for this little one. (WARNING: the following play-by-play may contain a little too much information, if you're worried just scroll down to the cute pics of Lily K.)A few weeks prior I had bought tickets to Harry Potter and planned for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; to sleep out at my parents house so Andrew and I could have a hot date night (HELLO, Harry Potter- what's not hot about that date night?!) So, we went to the movie and ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart afterwards to pick stuff up I needed for dinner the next day. We are standing in the check-out line and -SUPER FUN- I am TOTALLY confused... Did I just pee my pants??? I know pregnancy is tough on your bladder but this was not the normal "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ooops&lt;/span&gt;" you may experience when you've held it too long. We start walking out and I ask Andrew if he can see anything and he's like "No... (pause) &lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt;- yeah..." Luckily it was 11:30 at night, the darkness was on my side. So I hop in the truck still a little confused as to what just happened and then my "Maybe" turned into a definitely and I am assuming the most awkward position so as to avoid getting what has just been confirmed from the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; "wave" as amniotic fluid all over the car. We get home and I am in COMPLETE denial... I just kept telling Andrew this wasn't happening. I was seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; getting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on and crawling into bed. I just kept yelling "I'M NOT READY!!!" Andrew forces me back into the truck and I keep telling myself that this is a nightmare and I am going to wake up in a few minutes... Nope. It didn't work. Lily Kathryn Butler was born the next day: 6 pounds 6 ounces, 19.5 inches long at 12:06 p.m. YEP, this little one took her time and decided not to show up until 12 and a half hours later. But once I got over the denial, we were really happy to have her with us healthy and happy. Here are the pictures Ashleigh took when Lily was four days old.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376344972469924610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpydRHIG8wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9tlXqCEukyI/s400/IMG_9442_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345541803371170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpydyQDx6qI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KgF_1vB_i8A/s400/IMG_9436_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345961503955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpyeKrkMnAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/v-mUfIgPTyo/s400/IMG_9431_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376346374611938802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Spyeiug0LfI/AAAAAAAAARA/9oFL5VTCxxQ/s400/IMG_9428_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-6067247439243873509?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6067247439243873509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=6067247439243873509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/6067247439243873509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/6067247439243873509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/announcing-lily-kathryn-butler.html' title='Announcing- Lily Kathryn Butler'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpydRHIG8wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9tlXqCEukyI/s72-c/IMG_9442_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-7969447840493555687</id><published>2009-08-31T07:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:15:02.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a baby anymore...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to get Brea's pictures taken before the baby arrived. Ashleigh did an amazing job. You can check out her photography blog: &lt;a href="http://www.ashleighsbutler.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ashleighsbutler.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvMTTOptUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TsvghoesloI/s1600-h/IMG_9242_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376115212148127042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvMTTOptUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TsvghoesloI/s400/IMG_9242_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvL7Gz0LsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Lh5ly_UsZUI/s1600-h/IMG_9107_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114796497481410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvL7Gz0LsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Lh5ly_UsZUI/s400/IMG_9107_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvLluSjqvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kcUVu7dxuX8/s1600-h/IMG_9095_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114429138283250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvLluSjqvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kcUVu7dxuX8/s400/IMG_9095_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvLYlHYhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AdZk6s_qBJE/s1600-h/IMG_9080_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114203337196786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvLYlHYhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AdZk6s_qBJE/s400/IMG_9080_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little did I know that Lily would be joining us only 9 days later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-7969447840493555687?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7969447840493555687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=7969447840493555687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/7969447840493555687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/7969447840493555687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-baby-anymore.html' title='Not a baby anymore...'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SpvMTTOptUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TsvghoesloI/s72-c/IMG_9242_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-6663106010412904457</id><published>2009-04-16T13:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:00:47.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Hoppy Easter!</title><content type='html'>This Easter was really fun because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; was starting to understand the concept of the Easter bunny coming to visit. We kept letting her know that he would bring her something special and I loved seeing her face when she walked into the family room that morning! She was so excited &amp;amp; I was glad that Andrew wasn't bummed that his basket was half the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea's&lt;/span&gt;! P.S. I've discovered that the cellophane wrap is just a total pain in the butt! 1 a.m. Sunday I'm trying to get everything finished up for my parents coming the next morning and I'm wrapping these baskets in the dang stuff thinking "WHY did I think this was a good idea?" It made it look so weird... I was like "WHY am I trying to make this homemade basket look like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made baskets at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart? If that's what I wanted it to end up looking that way I just should have bought one!" And the next morning my thoughts were confirmed when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; was just trying to get past all of it to the good stuff! By the way... the good stuff was not the book about what Easter is really about, the fun egg shaped sidewalk chalk, or even the Pinocchio movie.... it was the dang treats! She was literally hyperventilating and when asked what she got for Easter she'd scream at the top of her lungs "TREATS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325381799755818450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SeeOiCPGpdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hgsFaFOrkjc/s400/HPIM2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Those treats were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; could think about all day, and the next day, and the next... until she woke up one morning and those treats had magically disappeared. She apparently has no middle ground when it comes to treats. It's 40 a day (which resulted in 40 tantrums in the same day) or none. I have to be super sneaky now and just pull one out of no where and then they have to be "all gone" because if she knows there are still some SOMEWHERE she'll act as though it is literally the end of the world. Love our little drama girl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325385649222670066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SeeSCGnhVvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VO9iP2V-eho/s400/HPIM2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the having a great morning with my family- making breakfast (which I felt horrible about when the cute little fast-offering collecting Deacon stopped by our house- I swear I had totally forgotten it was fast Sunday!) and an Easter egg hunt that took a while since after each egg was collected we had to explain that the treat inside was for later. We headed off to church, treats in hand. After church and a nice nap for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; we headed to the Butler's for dinner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325383035539893090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SeePp94_K2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CVJZcaWZy3Q/s400/HPIM2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; loves her Grandpa Butler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325384288086438146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SeeQy3_WsQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ey63G3BCYfc/s400/HPIM2381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; couldn't get enough of was Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Cummings trampoline. Sweet Ashleigh helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; out on the tramp since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; kept begging me and I really did try it out but I quickly hopped off when I felt as though I was about to bring my August baby into the world in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325384991640719362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SeeRb07xEAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Pnn-GO2hiqU/s400/HPIM2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting together with all our family like this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brea's&lt;/span&gt; older cousins, Ian and Mason, are SO cute with her. I love watching them interact. A day full of seeing family is definitely my favorite part of any holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-6663106010412904457?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6663106010412904457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=6663106010412904457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/6663106010412904457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/6663106010412904457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppy-hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Hoppy Easter!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SeeOiCPGpdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hgsFaFOrkjc/s72-c/HPIM2369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-4989727477460078924</id><published>2009-03-21T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:50:31.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>We are pleased to announce that it was confirmed on St. Patrick's Day, the 17th, that our next addition to the Butler family will be another sweet little girl!!! We are so excited and can't wait for her to join us come August. Brea is still getting used to the idea and continues to wail "Noooo!" when asked if she is going to have a little sister. At least we have a few months to help her warm up to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm totally relieved. I would eventually like a little boy to join us, but I really didn't feel like a challenge with baby number two. Boys and their cute little personalities (not to mention all the extra parts) are totally foreign to me and I was so relieved to know that I wouldn't have to step too much out of my comfort zone with this next Butler Baby. I think it will be so fun to have a house full of girls and surprisingly enough Andrew does too. He loves his relationship with Brea and was really hoping for another girl to spoil and adore.&lt;br /&gt;I really am 100% thrilled, but I do have to admit that a little part of me is already a little worried that we might not ever have a little mini Andrew running around here. I'm such a nerd, I swear- can I ever just be happy with what I've got?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-4989727477460078924?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4989727477460078924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=4989727477460078924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/4989727477460078924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/4989727477460078924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-2070331686078342187</id><published>2009-02-27T14:38:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:18:09.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Fun</title><content type='html'>Today was such a fun day- Brea had a blast with her friends, Kyle and Ben, at the Discovery Gateway. There was so much to do and so many things to see. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307600819692968546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sahi0xtfGmI/AAAAAAAAALg/gAUB2_Mn-AI/s400/HPIM2332-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Her favorite area was the water area, of course! This was also her favorite area when we were at the Children's Museum in Ohio. She was so mad when I took her away to see what there was to do in a different area. She was getting soaked!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307601413855795458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SahjXXI8WQI/AAAAAAAAALo/UX2CiO2nFMM/s400/HPIM2335.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This picture seriously says it all! Brea was loving it all so much that she'd stop &amp;amp; smile for a picture but her eyes were still going everywhere, taking everything in!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307602015426249874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sahj6YKhBJI/AAAAAAAAALw/gfmDcCskBp8/s400/HPIM2341-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brea loved the tree house and for some reason she wanted to slide down the steps instead of climbing up them. I can't imagine it felt good, but no matter how many times I showed her how to climb up them and then slide down the slide, she was determined to do it her own way... I can feel us getting closer to her terrible two's every minute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307602860688010546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SahkrlAn7TI/AAAAAAAAAL4/meGsaOaPiKg/s400/HPIM2350-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brea thought the helicopter was amazing! She couldn't believe she was standing inside it. She was loving every minute until the cute little boys "driving" the plane pushed a button that played a recording of the noise of a helicopter taking of that was so loud it even scared me for a second!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307603592198413170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SahlWKGS23I/AAAAAAAAAMA/9sgtReL0RPM/s400/HPIM2353-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brea had such a great time with Kyle and Ben. I love that there is so much for her to do and learn there. I wish we lived a little closer so we could visit more often. And one of the best parts was the awesome nap she took when we got home because she was so tuckered out! What a fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-2070331686078342187?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2070331686078342187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=2070331686078342187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2070331686078342187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2070331686078342187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/discovery-fun_27.html' title='Discovery Fun'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/Sahi0xtfGmI/AAAAAAAAALg/gAUB2_Mn-AI/s72-c/HPIM2332-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-1613206516733710167</id><published>2009-02-18T10:30:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:52:36.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G'Day Mate!</title><content type='html'>Grandma Nelson has been off in Melbourne, Australia serving a mission for 18 months. We missed her so much, and not only because we missed her amazing cooking (Although, I'll admit that Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner have been totally lacking the past two years!!!) The last time she saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; she was just about to be 3 months old. I was so worried that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; was going to be a little standoffish when we met her at the airport. We'd been looking at "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt;" (for Great-Grandma) picture and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; had already mastered saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;" but I was still worried that she wouldn't be able to put two and two together. Well, about five seconds after getting into the airport all my worries vanished. I ran to Grandma and got a huge much needed hug from her and after a few other hugs while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; watched, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; was ready for her turn...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193375416812962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxHxamzBaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YfzPmDgAqrA/s400/HPIM2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And she wouldn't let go!!! A few of our family members had a shared hug, since once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; got a hold of Grandma she wouldn't even think about releasing her from her death grip!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193116024096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxHiUSwSCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KvYQQth1mrI/s400/HPIM2327%232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304194249565007634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxIkTD97xI/AAAAAAAAALA/KpuWqdZZY-E/s400/HPIM2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But she still has lots of love for Grandma &amp;amp; Papa Meadows and Aunt Shell!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304194666225662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxI8jPm-zI/AAAAAAAAALI/1kiAMknCCsY/s400/HPIM2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's a bunch of the Nelson, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Larrabee&lt;/span&gt;, Meadows family members with our beloved Grandma! The Idaho Nelson's came down for the celebrations. We had a fun party that night with our family and some of Grandma's friends. I didn't want to leave that night. Even though we'd spent the afternoon and night with her, I just felt so weird leaving when we still had so much catching up to do! Eventually we did leave and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; and I were back to Grandmas the next morning!!! We love her and all of our family so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-1613206516733710167?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1613206516733710167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=1613206516733710167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/1613206516733710167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/1613206516733710167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/gday-mate.html' title='G&apos;Day Mate!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxHxamzBaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YfzPmDgAqrA/s72-c/HPIM2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-5403088187284334752</id><published>2009-02-18T10:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:43:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Makin'</title><content type='html'>We always have to make super yummy (even if they are super unhealthy, too) sugar cookies every Valentines. And when I say "we" make the cookies, I mean I pretty much buy everything we need and then I stand around and watch Andrew work his magic. I have tried repeatedly to make sugar cookies and they always turn out HORRIBLY... not even the kind you'll just eat because they are around. They're the kind that I choke a few down because I spent so much time making them and I'm ticked off they were gross... again! Anyway, here's a few fun pics of this year's event. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304190059100797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxEwYXceLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9pVKTSW9Yow/s400/HPIM2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Daddy working hard decorating the cookies... I'm so lame I didn't even make frosting and I'm still waiting for Andrew to master that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304189763702952850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxEfL7HE5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/KXH1i19sePw/s400/HPIM2321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; concentrating on her little cookie (hidden by the frosting!) The cookies turned out great again, but I think Andrew was bummed because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to eat the little conversation hearts. Nice job Daddy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-5403088187284334752?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5403088187284334752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=5403088187284334752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/5403088187284334752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/5403088187284334752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookie-makin.html' title='Cookie Makin&apos;'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SZxEwYXceLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9pVKTSW9Yow/s72-c/HPIM2322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-504955615366681196</id><published>2009-01-28T10:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:22:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a milestone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brea's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hit a huge milestone, the mullet-free pigtail!!! Previously I'd been trying to squeeze and pull her poor little piggies into pony holders and after her hair would dry the center would pop out and she'd have two partial piggies on each side of her head with a lovely mullet running down the center. So, I'd given her head a break for a few months and this morning I was so done with the same old hair-do we have everyday...ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- it worked! I love it and she looks so adorable. Only downer, she looks like she's ready for preschool already now and that scares me to death. Here's the lovely result...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296393556878870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCR4ORux6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0B96xrYaKIA/s400/HPIM2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296393773184032706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCSE0E5n8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HApV1ok1Vm0/s400/HPIM2314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, maybe I should mention some other important milestones... She's now saying : Mom, Dad, Brutus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; (Great-Grandma), Jesus, Up, Hop, Baby, Home, Juice, Book, No, Shoes, Ball, Cheese, Hat, Toosh. She's signing more, please, all done, hi, bye, dog, airplane, elephant, monkey,thank you, bug. She's growing up so fast and it's fun to start understanding her more. We love our little girl. She adds so much love and excitement to our lives. We are a bunch of blessed Butler's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-504955615366681196?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/504955615366681196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=504955615366681196' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/504955615366681196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/504955615366681196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-milestone.html' title='What a milestone!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCR4ORux6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0B96xrYaKIA/s72-c/HPIM2313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-174220082026123617</id><published>2009-01-28T10:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:07:10.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brea's Big News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brea's&lt;/span&gt; got some big news to share...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCP1f94_6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/E65927G9lFs/s1600-h/HPIM2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296391311064629154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCP1f94_6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/E65927G9lFs/s400/HPIM2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296391598067806146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCQGNIx78I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Aq-U5ArBm9o/s400/HPIM2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; the wrinkly shirt is a little hard to read-"August Third... I'm gonna be a big sister!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; wore her cute outfit for our parents when we broke the news to them. Thanks for the idea, Jeremy and Stacia!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-174220082026123617?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/174220082026123617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=174220082026123617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/174220082026123617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/174220082026123617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/breas-big-news.html' title='Brea&apos;s Big News'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SYCP1f94_6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/E65927G9lFs/s72-c/HPIM2305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-5353724254374034529</id><published>2009-01-06T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:55:33.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 in Review with the Butler's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w397.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w397.photobucket.com/albums/pp60/ashleymariebutler/c7bd5d6c.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s397.photobucket.com/albums/pp60/ashleymariebutler/?action=view&amp;current=c7bd5d6c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/582291397531386107-5353724254374034529?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5353724254374034529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=5353724254374034529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/5353724254374034529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/5353724254374034529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-in-review-with-butler.html' title='2008 in Review with the Butler&amp;#39;s!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-7164901405431922803</id><published>2008-12-31T14:43:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:42:04.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did Christmas go???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I haven't been super great at staying on top of all the fun we've been having- so here's one big post to sum it all up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286073656046618082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvn-701heI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VqZ3GOHyD2s/s400/HPIM2272%232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; sitting on Santa's lap (obviously) at the Meadow's family Christmas party. This was the first year we'd had Santa come and it was a huge hit! I didn't have to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; to the mall to sit on his lap and pay $20 bucks for a picture of her screaming (like last year). The reason I look so funny is because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; was SO excited to sit on Santa's lap that she was hyperventilating in my ear and I am trying to stop laughing long enough to get a quick picture in!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286075281370589490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvpdioRKTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gW4pZyOVHz4/s400/HPIM2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; wasn't too thrilled to be taking pictures... she just wanted to go back and see Santa!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286075834204308658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvp9uGGRLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YGg7pWqVsDI/s400/HPIM2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; and papa Bill. This was her face right when Santa walked in!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286076631812345314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvqsJarDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HwcUotsAVPM/s400/HPIM2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now on to Christmas Eve at the Cummings party...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286077168359859634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvrLYNkZbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/86v86b7ROuI/s400/HPIM2284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our sweet little mix-n-match nativity. All the kids just loved sweet little baby Bella as Jesus!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286077623900203458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvrl5O2acI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qWcXnCpBB38/s400/HPIM2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; and Beckett fighting over the same empty brown cardboard box... pretty much sums up little ones at Christmas! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287910417404690786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SWJughF-gWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WvUZk50h8ks/s400/HPIM2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas morning we headed out to my parents house after Andrew and I had opened our gifts to each other. This is my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nichelle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nichelle&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; a Sleeping Beauty tea set and she loves it! Such a cute pic but how sad is this... I have no other pictures of Christmas! I have video... but for some odd reason I subconsciously decided I'd had enough with the picture taking and when I came to put this post together I realized I didn't cover Christmas too well. SO... there you have it. Lots of pics with ONE on the actual day itself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;! We had a great day even though I didn't cover it. Bill and my Mom bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; the "Elmo live" and I have to admit that I'm pretty sure the adults had more fun with it than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt;. We had (another- by my request) turkey dinner, and I think I'm done with turkey for the next 8-10 months- so good, but I think I'm on turkey overload!  Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. (I'm also hoping your just as reluctant as I am to take down your Christmas decorations- our house is going to be so boring!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-7164901405431922803?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7164901405431922803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=7164901405431922803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/7164901405431922803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/7164901405431922803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-did-christmas-go.html' title='Where did Christmas go???'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SVvn-701heI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VqZ3GOHyD2s/s72-c/HPIM2272%232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-4433436936480148868</id><published>2008-12-17T14:04:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:17:15.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition!</title><content type='html'>Andrew and I always make sure to visit Temple Square at least once each year at Christmas time. I was so excited to take Brea again. Last year she was just too young to really get what was going on or pay a ton of attention to the lights- so she was just really unhappy the majority of the time since she was just freezing her toosh off for no apparent reason. This year was a lot better. We got to listen to many of her sweet whispered "Wow!"s as we walked through the beautiful lights and we took her to see the Christus. So far all she says is "G" when she see's Jesus... we're working adding the "sus" to the end! We also got to watch Bailee in one of her chior concerts. I can't believe that girl is a senior in high school... makes me feel so old!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280870291560827330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SUlrjQllicI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W0p1Nos0u0k/s400/Brea+and+Bailee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brea and her all grown up Aunt Bailee... do you see where she got her dimples from?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280870666661148850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SUlr5F8eOLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qX5sVq5DPLw/s400/Butler+Fam+at+Temple+Square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Butler family posing for one last picture and trying to keep up the smiles even though I think each and everyone of us was muttering under our breath to hurry up and take the gall durn picture already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-4433436936480148868?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4433436936480148868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=4433436936480148868' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/4433436936480148868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/4433436936480148868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/tradition.html' title='Tradition!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SUlrjQllicI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W0p1Nos0u0k/s72-c/Brea+and+Bailee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-4286558502030713109</id><published>2008-12-03T14:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:41:58.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared me to death!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I almost died yesterday- really. I'm trying to clean up the constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt; that is Andrew &amp;amp; my room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suddenly&lt;/span&gt; I hear slow loud thudding footsteps. I am totally freaking out wondering where in the H is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; because I can't run from this horrible monster who is about to come around the corner into my room without her. Suddenly all my mommy fight instincts are kicking in- even though, sad to admit, but it's the truth, I know that there's a pretty good chance that in any fight I would #1-Probably curl up in a ball and cry. Or #2- Scream for Edward -oops, I mean Andrew- until I remembered that Twilight is just a book and proceed to #1. But I'm trying to be brave until this is what comes around the corner...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681615172214578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb8eixmHzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kJOoQ3yOjjg/s400/HPIM2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scary- I know. Notice the shoes... mine, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brea's&lt;/span&gt;, hence the loud slow thudding. I truly believe she knew EXACTLY what she was doing. How could she not... look at that smile?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-4286558502030713109?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4286558502030713109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=4286558502030713109' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/4286558502030713109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/4286558502030713109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/scared-me-to-death.html' title='Scared me to death!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb8eixmHzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kJOoQ3yOjjg/s72-c/HPIM2236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-5691251505352983763</id><published>2008-12-03T14:03:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:55:42.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgivin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb22xQ9nzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aVIsgQ7wyHE/s1600-h/HPIM2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275675434308968242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb22xQ9nzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aVIsgQ7wyHE/s400/HPIM2232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun this Thanksgiving. We decided to switch off between the Butler's and the Meadow's/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Larrrabee's&lt;/span&gt; every year. The holidays were just getting to be too crazy dragging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; everywhere. We spent the night before Thanksgiving with my family and had a blast eating yummy Chicken Tortilla Soup- awesome recipe by the way (Thanks Recipe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zaar&lt;/span&gt;!) and watching Hancock- funny movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; day was spent with the Butlers. Although we missed my family, it was nice to relax and know there wasn't a dead line for us to make it to another house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275674808776582594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb2SW-a5cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b1tgNIi69x0/s400/HPIM2220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My first cheesecake ever. I tried to copy the caramel cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory... not so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275675694049203794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb3F433FlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JXRW_t3LYuQ/s400/HPIM2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;... the cute "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;newliest&lt;/span&gt;" weds- Whit &amp;amp; Kyle. I felt so bad for Whit... I tried to keep track of how many time she was asked when a baby was on the way for them... I remember the days and I also remember getting to the point (especially at family parties) when I just wanted to scream "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Andrew always wanted to say "OH- we were actually just trying before we came." I'm not sure which was meaner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275676701668031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb4Aii6OmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_ehzIj5EYvU/s400/HPIM2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; with Uncle Jon- she loves him to death! Alex- making fun of Andrew's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; for major lazy eye in EVERY picture (See photo#1), and beautiful Ashleigh. Yes- we have two Ashleigh/Ashley girls married to the Butler boys. A.K.A- Ashleigh #1 &amp;amp; Ashley #2, Duke &amp;amp; Larrabee, etc. but still most of the time we either both look or don't look at all when our name is called!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275677753536619938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb49xD7JaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xHTtQTMwlTM/s400/HPIM2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; with aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bailee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yittle&lt;/span&gt; cousin Brandon... not so little anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; loves his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275678148370560434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb5Uv7q9bI/AAAAAAAAAIc/osKsuF3iE-E/s400/HPIM2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jon half smiling, Dad &amp;amp; Mom Butler. We love them!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275678511716486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb5p5gFzHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jrsTJumUt6s/s400/HPIM2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Last but not least- I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; Marie's smile. I am so Thankful for my family everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-5691251505352983763?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5691251505352983763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=5691251505352983763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/5691251505352983763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/5691251505352983763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankgivin.html' title='Thanksgivin&apos;!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/STb22xQ9nzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aVIsgQ7wyHE/s72-c/HPIM2232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-2221706745230284452</id><published>2008-11-22T21:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:36:47.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 - 0 BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah! The past week of stress and stomach aches has totally paid off. The Utes are 12-0! Hoping they go to the Fiesta Bowl so we can head off to Arizona! We had Mom, Bill, Jon, Ashleigh, Alex &amp;amp; boys over for some gamin' fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271703849989048674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SSjauIuoCWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UR4aZGrB6hg/s400/HPIM2203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brea &amp;amp; Daddy making caramel corn for yummy game time treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704406185457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SSjbOguLuUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/roo1J62xZjo/s400/HPIM2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brea &amp;amp; Grandma!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704865121125762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SSjbpOY-RYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Bn4J0dcZsfs/s400/HPIM2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew, Ashley &amp;amp; Brea! Big happy smiles after a GREAT game! GO UTES!!! The game really made up for my total disapointment with the Twilight movie- YUCK!!! I will totally be keeping MY version of Twilight in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-2221706745230284452?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2221706745230284452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=2221706745230284452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2221706745230284452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2221706745230284452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-0-baby.html' title='12 - 0 BABY!!!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SSjauIuoCWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UR4aZGrB6hg/s72-c/HPIM2203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-2959390972608665778</id><published>2008-11-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:41:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRpeANdwSjI/AAAAAAAAADo/gMhOHt9qHPw/s1600-h/HPIM1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267626071870687794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRpeANdwSjI/AAAAAAAAADo/gMhOHt9qHPw/s400/HPIM1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So- yeah!- this is my first official "tag", it's from Ashley Mackay, and I'm not quite sure how this works, so hopefully I'll get it right! This is the 4th picture from my 4th file. This is at the Cummings family cabin trip this summer. Brea was having her first experience with Cheetos- love the classic orange ring around her mouth! So now I am tagging Ashleigh Butler &amp;amp; Whitney Butler. The rules are to post the fourth picture from your fourth folder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-2959390972608665778?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2959390972608665778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=2959390972608665778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2959390972608665778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/2959390972608665778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-tag.html' title='Photo Tag!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRpeANdwSjI/AAAAAAAAADo/gMhOHt9qHPw/s72-c/HPIM1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-1366384272932688517</id><published>2008-11-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:39:28.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin' around with the Taggarts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our friends and neighbors, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taggarts&lt;/span&gt;, invited us with them to go care for their horse in South Jordan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt; and I hopped right on and had a blast! Andrew had never been on a horse before and just wanted to help us ride around. After a while he wasn't so nervous and actually got on himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRfKQX1I4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/wkCPoc1ey60/s1600-h/HPIM2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266900671856697666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRfKQX1I4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/wkCPoc1ey60/s400/HPIM2179.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;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;Thanks again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taggarts&lt;/span&gt;! We had a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582291397531386107-1366384272932688517?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1366384272932688517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=1366384272932688517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/1366384272932688517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/1366384272932688517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/horsin-around-with-taggarts.html' title='Horsin&apos; around with the Taggarts!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRfKQX1I4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/wkCPoc1ey60/s72-c/HPIM2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-8003543097172885134</id><published>2008-11-07T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:47:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun- Belated... I know!</title><content type='html'>It was so fun to watch Brea really enjoy Halloween this year. She didn't totally get what was going on so she didn't have the pre-Halloween spaz stage. But once we were out it was hilarious to watch her. She loves just watching people and taking them in. I loved watching her watch other people and I could tell she was trying to figure out why everyone looked so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS8tUfTAlI/AAAAAAAAABs/u-Fjw8q5Lr0/s1600-h/HPIM2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266041351083065938" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS8tUfTAlI/AAAAAAAAABs/u-Fjw8q5Lr0/s320/HPIM2156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween Eve we had a trunk-or-treat with the neighbors. I'm proud to say it was not only Brea's, but my first trunk-or-treat as well! It was so fun to see our neighbors and friends. We got to see Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Meadows and Sheller later on that night for yummy chili and corn bread- Halloween tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS4hWJ2hOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y2-FWSnlLYM/s1600-h/HPIM2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266036747325048034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS4hWJ2hOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y2-FWSnlLYM/s320/HPIM2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brea &amp;amp; all her Baker buddies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRaAf4osLXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rr3KYMk58wo/s1600-h/HPIM2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266538099523726706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRaAf4osLXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rr3KYMk58wo/s320/HPIM2158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lynds, Ben, Ash &amp;amp; Brea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween afternoon Brea and I got together with Ashleigh &amp;amp; the boys, and Grandma Butler &amp;amp; Aunt Bailee. We went to the SLC downtown library and the kids had SO much fun. They listened to spooky books, watched a puppett show about a cute witch, made their own candy bag, went trick-or-treating around the library, and -Brea's favorite part- danced to the Monster Mash! Brea just loves to shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS6sQZGanI/AAAAAAAAABc/AU6n9QoO73c/s1600-h/HPIM2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS6sQZGanI/AAAAAAAAABc/AU6n9QoO73c/s1600-h/HPIM2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266039133780208242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS6sQZGanI/AAAAAAAAABc/AU6n9QoO73c/s320/HPIM2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason, Brea &amp;amp; Ian cheesin' for the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we all got together for a driveway BBQ at Alex and Ashleigh's- THANKS AGAIN! It was so much fun to be there with the whole Butler Family. We even got to see Laurie and Dawn for a few minutes so they could spoil her! I was amazed at how quick Brea caught on to trick-or-treating... Mason and Ian have taught her well!&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/582291397531386107-8003543097172885134?l=ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8003543097172885134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582291397531386107&amp;postID=8003543097172885134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/8003543097172885134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582291397531386107/posts/default/8003543097172885134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbutlerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun-belated-i-know.html' title='Halloween Fun- Belated... I know!'/><author><name>Ashley and Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951096531332136529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT-fc8AHDVE/SRS8tUfTAlI/AAAAAAAAABs/u-Fjw8q5Lr0/s72-c/HPIM2156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582291397531386107.post-5403548301255519582</id><published>2008-11-06T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:28:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have stomach ache- is that normal?</title><content type='html'>Okay- I think I may have this finally figured out thanks to the phone service that is Heather &amp;amp; her helpful assistant Camie. Don't worry Ameriprise, your planning assistants are hard at work- helping me! I'll just blame them if this is a total mess. And I'll admit that worrying over what my first post should say has totally given me a stomach ache. Heather says you stop thinking about it. 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