<?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-2870162893299518737</id><updated>2011-11-04T19:27:45.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porter Place</title><subtitle type='html'>I've come to realize that this life is precious. My family is so great, my husband Mike and I have been married 8 1/2 years(crazy!!) and I love him more everyday. I have 3 beautiful kids, Bailee is 7 and  such a girly girl, I love that about her. Bryce is 4 and he is soo much fun and such a boy, Lincoln is 7mo and I think hes gonna be my handful.He is soo sweet. My life is filled with ups and downs but thats why I have such a great family to keep it all to gether.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1482321059758206721</id><published>2011-11-04T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:21:49.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor roll</title><content type='html'>I know Bailee is only in 4th grade but because shes my first and I have never experienced this stage in life I am soo proud of her accomplishment of getting on the honor roll!!! I was so overwhelmed when she came home with her certificate that I had to hold back my tears. I asked her if she knew she was on the honor roll and of course after the fact she told me that last week there was an assembly and her name was called so she got to stand up but she forgot to tell me that last week..lol.she is turning into such a caring, sweet girl and most of the time she works hard to do the things she needs to do. The other day she came home and said her teacher needed some things for her class and I just didnt have the noney at the moment to provide those items and she said she had money and that she would buy her teacher some dry erase markers. I told her that she is more than welcome to do that but she didnt need to do that. She was very insistent, so she did and she even wrapped them up with a homade envelope and a note. I love that as shes getting older she is thinking about others before herself and as a parent, thats what we are always teaching is to try and serve others whenever you can and its working, I am sooo proud to be her mommy and look forward to seeing how she strives to do good and learns more over the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1482321059758206721?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1482321059758206721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1482321059758206721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1482321059758206721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1482321059758206721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/11/honor-roll.html' title='Honor roll'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2207989438432910796</id><published>2011-11-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:12:42.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln's funny words</title><content type='html'>so anyone that sees us on a regular basis knows that Lincoln probably needs some sort of speech therapy! I have been told by multiple people and I have even brought it up to his pediatrician and I have an appointment at the end of the month to get him evaluated. I am super excited to see if there is anything they can do for him. Its a two way frustration, not just that he cant say words right and articulate them but we cant hardly understand anything he says. Most days it leads to lots of fits and lots of me getting annoyed because I cant always know what he wants. He has definately improved over the last month but I had my visiting teacher come over the other day and Lincoln told me something in a very long sentence and I just have to nod and say "ya" and hope I am not saying something naughty for him to get into..lol Then she asked if I have ever thought of speech therapy so I guess now is the time. So at the end of the month they will let me know if he qualifies for the program or if they feel its just a developmental part of being almost three. If he does qualify than he will go to a nearby elementary 4 days a week for 2.5hrs get the help he needs to learn how to talk normally. Bailee and Bryce never had this issue and we could always understand them and now even Lyla I can understand almost more than Linc. So time will tell but I have a funny story about what Lincoln said the other day while we were all eating a carmel apple. Mike kept cutting up little bites to to give out to everyone and Lincoln said "i want mores" and because we dont always know what he really is saying or what he wants we kept asking him if he wanted smores and he kept saying no I want mores, then we figured out that he meant he wanted more than one at a time and he was trying to make it plural!! It was soo cute at the time. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OevUUXn4u7o/TrQO4-mJbvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-RU8Ix6tJRQ/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OevUUXn4u7o/TrQO4-mJbvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-RU8Ix6tJRQ/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" /&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/2870162893299518737-2207989438432910796?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2207989438432910796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2207989438432910796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2207989438432910796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2207989438432910796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/11/lincolns-funny-words.html' title='Lincoln&apos;s funny words'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-OevUUXn4u7o/TrQO4-mJbvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-RU8Ix6tJRQ/s72-c/IMG_2993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-4731020653411922177</id><published>2011-10-02T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T07:32:50.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike...The big three five</title><content type='html'>Sept 9th is Mikes birthday and this year he turned 35!! I jsut love this guy and I am so greatful he chose me to spend his birthdays with. I am so greatful to his mom for raising such a sweet man. Things have been kinda crazy around here so all he wanted to do was get a sitter and go out without the kids and get to relax and have fun. Bailee was a little turned off by the idea so I promised her that I would have a cake made before they got home and we would sing happy bday to him and eat cake before the sitter came, she was happy wit that. We ended up hanging with our really good friends Paul and Amanda and went to dinner at texas roadhouse (sooo goood) and then saw the movie "the warrior" and to my surprise it was actually good. It turned out to be a fun night.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N35tWBt1Lhw/TnF__DNjE1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/B5WBEbJWaNg/s1600/IMG_3585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N35tWBt1Lhw/TnF__DNjE1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/B5WBEbJWaNg/s320/IMG_3585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAfdrR4eMGk/TnGADYH0LRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZJoOb_JHLIE/s1600/IMG_3586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAfdrR4eMGk/TnGADYH0LRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZJoOb_JHLIE/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-4731020653411922177?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4731020653411922177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4731020653411922177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4731020653411922177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4731020653411922177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/mikethe-big-three-five.html' title='Mike...The big three five'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-N35tWBt1Lhw/TnF__DNjE1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/B5WBEbJWaNg/s72-c/IMG_3585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-8691678252079651360</id><published>2011-09-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:17:11.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fox 10</title><content type='html'>Fox 10 morning news came to Coronado elementary and cory mcklosky did his weather report and interacted with all the kids. Lincoln was in heaven going into our back yard and watching the helicoptor hover over our house and then land in the feild directly behind our house. It was pretty cool for me being able to see everything from my own backyard. The kids got to tour the helicoptor and some of the kids from the school got interviewed, not Bailee or Bryce but they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0SxwySsowk/TnF-RjoR3MI/AAAAAAAAAls/_R1WdsD2SU0/s1600/IMG_3560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0SxwySsowk/TnF-RjoR3MI/AAAAAAAAAls/_R1WdsD2SU0/s320/IMG_3560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho2OBeA6FyU/TnF-YZeaLeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Qjt4YaMYLNU/s1600/IMG_3556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho2OBeA6FyU/TnF-YZeaLeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Qjt4YaMYLNU/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-8691678252079651360?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8691678252079651360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=8691678252079651360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8691678252079651360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8691678252079651360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/fox-10.html' title='fox 10'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-w0SxwySsowk/TnF-RjoR3MI/AAAAAAAAAls/_R1WdsD2SU0/s72-c/IMG_3560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5939570486401232471</id><published>2011-09-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:08:50.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm..good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbUTEyy3jZo/TnF9V8WmnFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/u8HHRjD7PLQ/s1600/IMG_3549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbUTEyy3jZo/TnF9V8WmnFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/u8HHRjD7PLQ/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at this precious face!! Don't let it full you, this is what she looks like after every meal and then she LOVES to rub it all in her hair just to show us how pretty she is..lol. This happened to be a peanut butter and nutella sandwich and she literally was eating from the middle of the bread and taking bites out of the center, shes such a character&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5939570486401232471?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5939570486401232471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5939570486401232471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5939570486401232471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5939570486401232471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/mmmgood.html' title='mmm..good'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-qbUTEyy3jZo/TnF9V8WmnFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/u8HHRjD7PLQ/s72-c/IMG_3549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6938373212423786411</id><published>2011-09-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:42:33.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKVYCQA7tDw/TnF8p0RJ76I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8zeGEY9E-zM/s1600/IMG_3544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKVYCQA7tDw/TnF8p0RJ76I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8zeGEY9E-zM/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heres Lyla learning from her big brother and loves to be batman too!! she actually keeps it on and walk through the house, shes soo cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6938373212423786411?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6938373212423786411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6938373212423786411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6938373212423786411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6938373212423786411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/batgirl.html' title='batgirl'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-XKVYCQA7tDw/TnF8p0RJ76I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8zeGEY9E-zM/s72-c/IMG_3544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3377547933003434560</id><published>2011-09-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:31:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art</title><content type='html'>one of the last days of summer the kids were bored so we got out the paint and they painted these awesome art pictures. I love how they are such different personalities and it shows in their art. I am soo proud of them and who they are turning into. Its so much fun to watch them grow and become their own people.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6STrZ2dYQDw/TnF7djfXg-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mRC93itUsCU/s1600/IMG_3202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6STrZ2dYQDw/TnF7djfXg-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mRC93itUsCU/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs_a3Xfq3To/TnF7gkBsOrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MhlQAafbh2Q/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs_a3Xfq3To/TnF7gkBsOrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MhlQAafbh2Q/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-3377547933003434560?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3377547933003434560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3377547933003434560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3377547933003434560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3377547933003434560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/art.html' title='art'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-6STrZ2dYQDw/TnF7djfXg-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mRC93itUsCU/s72-c/IMG_3202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2101074476037667571</id><published>2011-09-14T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:44:30.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome sun</title><content type='html'>The one thing awesome about living in az in the summer is the monsoon weather. we have gotten pretty jipped on our rain but on this particular day it was raining and what you see is the sun under the clouds. I have never seen something soo pretty before. The coloring outside was soo weird and eery but I loved how these pics turned out.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HnQ9B0aTG2g/TnF6mBdIF5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zaSnF6_aiB0/s1600/IMG_3199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HnQ9B0aTG2g/TnF6mBdIF5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zaSnF6_aiB0/s320/IMG_3199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKSCIKr-yO4/TnF6o5C29gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bIJ1DMh8pdI/s1600/IMG_3196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKSCIKr-yO4/TnF6o5C29gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bIJ1DMh8pdI/s320/IMG_3196.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-2101074476037667571?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2101074476037667571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2101074476037667571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2101074476037667571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2101074476037667571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-thing-awesome-about-living-in-az-in.html' title='awesome sun'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-HnQ9B0aTG2g/TnF6mBdIF5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zaSnF6_aiB0/s72-c/IMG_3199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5708665179512107079</id><published>2011-09-14T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:42:30.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"super batman"</title><content type='html'>I love the stage that Lincoln is in right now. He's starting to get easier as far as not whining soo much and learning so much from the older kids. But his favorite movies right now are "the hulk" and I dont mean the cartoon, the actual real one! But he loves anything superhero and loves to wear his cape all day and put his mask on, in these pictures hes a "super batman" haha. Ijust love how this sweet boy is turning out, he has his moments still but hes getting sweeter by the day.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Qz0iL95uI/TnF5PbJYn9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/11NUwlEU3ds/s1600/IMG_3194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Qz0iL95uI/TnF5PbJYn9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/11NUwlEU3ds/s320/IMG_3194.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZlYYB09eJo/TnF5URZL0KI/AAAAAAAAAlM/07HPi1Q5SAk/s1600/IMG_3193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZlYYB09eJo/TnF5URZL0KI/AAAAAAAAAlM/07HPi1Q5SAk/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-5708665179512107079?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5708665179512107079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5708665179512107079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5708665179512107079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5708665179512107079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-stage-that-lincoln-is-in-right.html' title='&quot;super batman&quot;'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-E0Qz0iL95uI/TnF5PbJYn9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/11NUwlEU3ds/s72-c/IMG_3194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2910489224151017833</id><published>2011-09-14T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:02:33.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1d5ZjWyjfc/TnF2jgt9iFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/C1ZSvwvvc0c/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1d5ZjWyjfc/TnF2jgt9iFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/C1ZSvwvvc0c/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer here in AZ is soooo stinkin hot its rediculous, but we did find some time one day to let the kids play with a slip n slide..Lincoln wasnt a fan but the other kids loved it. Mike would have them lay down and he would push them down the slide and Bailee thought it was soo much fun but Mike got pretty tired I'm sure from pushing and pulling the kids. Lyla is not afraid of anything except "puppies" any animal in her eye is a puppy but she is terrified of them but water or rain or the pool, she is totally fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bryce is soo skinny that he would go flying down the slip n slide and we would all laugh, soo funny&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kQ0KE2K56g/TnF3E8bHDtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wa8gDIFCqxc/s1600/IMG_3149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kQ0KE2K56g/TnF3E8bHDtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wa8gDIFCqxc/s320/IMG_3149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres daddy in action pushing Bailee, I bet he was sore the next day..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMd5r1kkRXo/TnF26esra3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/SrskG5fggDw/s1600/IMG_3145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMd5r1kkRXo/TnF26esra3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/SrskG5fggDw/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-2910489224151017833?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2910489224151017833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2910489224151017833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2910489224151017833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2910489224151017833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-G1d5ZjWyjfc/TnF2jgt9iFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/C1ZSvwvvc0c/s72-c/IMG_3162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2820999538871126403</id><published>2011-09-14T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:38:59.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy cookies</title><content type='html'>I loved it when the other day I was making cookies and Lincoln asked me to turn the light on for the oven(which he does now ever since Amy was here for 2 mo because she always turned on the light..so cute) but then all of a sudden Lyla came up to me and said cookie so clear and looked into the oven just like Lincoln, it just makes me think these two peas in a pod will be such good friends.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-ob4kLRvbY/TnFvX8CSTOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w4nl-aY9Bl0/s1600/IMG_3582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-ob4kLRvbY/TnFvX8CSTOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w4nl-aY9Bl0/s320/IMG_3582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the cuties in there aprons that gramma Porter made them, so they can help me in the kitchen making cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykljyU3cneo/TnFw4bAx21I/AAAAAAAAAks/dfwgLib28Nk/s1600/IMG_3175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykljyU3cneo/TnFw4bAx21I/AAAAAAAAAks/dfwgLib28Nk/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-2820999538871126403?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2820999538871126403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2820999538871126403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2820999538871126403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2820999538871126403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-loved-it-when-other-day-i-was-making.html' title='yummy cookies'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-F-ob4kLRvbY/TnFvX8CSTOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w4nl-aY9Bl0/s72-c/IMG_3582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5226189815867994222</id><published>2011-09-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:21:14.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much going on...</title><content type='html'>I really wish I would be better at blogging my life. I really do have so much to be thankful for and have such great, cute kids and so much happens in a day but I just despise computer "stuff" except for fb or googling something..lol. Any ways I am going to try and post more and try to remember cute sayings and stuff the kids do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpBearsFkTs/TnFu8kEcTdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5zgj9vvJ-zE/s1600/IMG_3592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpBearsFkTs/TnFu8kEcTdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5zgj9vvJ-zE/s320/IMG_3592.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On that note heres a pic of where we caught lyla the other night..all the kids were outside so I wasn't being a horrible mom but I was getting dinner ready so I came in for a few mins and thats all it takes for this little teeny tiny stinker to climb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5226189815867994222?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5226189815867994222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5226189815867994222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5226189815867994222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5226189815867994222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-much-going-on.html' title='so much going on...'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-fpBearsFkTs/TnFu8kEcTdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5zgj9vvJ-zE/s72-c/IMG_3592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2642718849844893924</id><published>2011-08-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:00:15.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9_9WQMY1TM/Tj8EDPnh0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1Tgc49Ugr_k/s1600/IMG_3009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 150px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 140px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9_9WQMY1TM/Tj8EDPnh0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1Tgc49Ugr_k/s200/IMG_3009.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA0PYXfkY94/Tj8ESVMsQLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X2lfauVq_OQ/s1600/IMG_3024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA0PYXfkY94/Tj8ESVMsQLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X2lfauVq_OQ/s200/IMG_3024.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_gStuaNsSw/Tj8D0HulhJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WStoENosgiA/s1600/IMG_2992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 158px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_gStuaNsSw/Tj8D0HulhJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WStoENosgiA/s200/IMG_2992.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We go every summer to california, this year was no different but we got to stay at my aunt pams house in Del mar and it was soo awesome to stay there for free which made it possible to do other fun things like Legoland and shopping and stuff like that. we left on a friday and came home the following friday. It was so nice to be able to sleep in a normal house and be able to get ready in the mornings and the kids had alot of space to move in and not crammed into a tiny hotel. Took a ton of pictures of the big stuff like the beach and legoland but I guess I didn't get too many of anything else..so im just gonna post a ton of pics the best way I can and hope its not too annoying with the layout because I dont really know how to post on the site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbIiwY8km8Q/Tj8EI5tWFGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/k50LcWzuJoA/s1600/IMG_3011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 147px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 122px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbIiwY8km8Q/Tj8EI5tWFGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/k50LcWzuJoA/s200/IMG_3011.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KwDlQu08zQ/Tj8D78kP32I/AAAAAAAAAjI/BP_5lA-pJe8/s1600/IMG_3006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 162px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 143px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KwDlQu08zQ/Tj8D78kP32I/AAAAAAAAAjI/BP_5lA-pJe8/s200/IMG_3006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV-MomeYLGY/Tj8D4oy6mkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0vSHkO9gPW8/s1600/IMG_3003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 159px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 219px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV-MomeYLGY/Tj8D4oy6mkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0vSHkO9gPW8/s200/IMG_3003.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beach this year wasn't the funnest with a 2 year old and a 1 yr old.. Lyla was fearless and wanted in the water soo bad and didn't care if waves were headed her way but Lincoln on the other hand didn't want anything to do with the waves and mostly stayed in the sand. we lasted about 1.5 hrs and that was plenty for me. we had so much fun but next year we are going to go on a different week. we went over 4th of july and it was crowded and very warm but I have heard the week after is really nice so we will see next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NmQwDb9wTE/Tj8EXUIkviI/AAAAAAAAAjY/D3Pr7yqayKg/s1600/IMG_3032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NmQwDb9wTE/Tj8EXUIkviI/AAAAAAAAAjY/D3Pr7yqayKg/s200/IMG_3032.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pn6Y4SKSWI/Tj8Eiokd2wI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5-g4DtR2Vl4/s1600/IMG_3056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pn6Y4SKSWI/Tj8Eiokd2wI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5-g4DtR2Vl4/s200/IMG_3056.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jggDUMu8kQs/Tj8EpFx7fiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wfnCFqgMSD0/s1600/IMG_3068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jggDUMu8kQs/Tj8EpFx7fiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wfnCFqgMSD0/s200/IMG_3068.JPG" t$="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aD_NzSKaqpI/Tj8ExgX-3YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/N7QbnOT9QOk/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aD_NzSKaqpI/Tj8ExgX-3YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/N7QbnOT9QOk/s200/IMG_3077.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsEg7uAJxdA/Tj8FFBg5MHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mXyTqhWQAJw/s1600/IMG_3095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsEg7uAJxdA/Tj8FFBg5MHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mXyTqhWQAJw/s200/IMG_3095.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2642718849844893924?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2642718849844893924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2642718849844893924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2642718849844893924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2642718849844893924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/san-diego-2011.html' title='San Diego 2011'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-w9_9WQMY1TM/Tj8EDPnh0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1Tgc49Ugr_k/s72-c/IMG_3009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7166274514565358029</id><published>2011-08-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:27:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Bailee's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailees birthday was on a monday afternoon and since it's summer than we could have the party on her actual bday. we had about 8 girls come and go swimming and what kid doesn't love to spend all day swimming with their friends? these girls could have stayed out there all day and finally I had to get everyone in and eat cake, the best part of all..lol Any ways these girls can eat, I made a nrmal sized chocolate cake&amp;nbsp;with whip cream as frosting and swirled choc syrup&amp;nbsp;on it and it must have been a hit because those 8 girls ate it gone!! with ice cream too..I think Bailee had a good time, its hard for her to make friends because she is soo shy but the turn out was great and everyone had fun. I am soo greatful for Bailee in my life, she is such a great helper and is always trying to please everyone. She loves to help her siblings and has such a kind heart..we love this girl soo much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yegwk5CIFQ/Tj8AE8pn20I/AAAAAAAAAi0/5CU3x9-bJa8/s1600/IMG_2959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yegwk5CIFQ/Tj8AE8pn20I/AAAAAAAAAi0/5CU3x9-bJa8/s320/IMG_2959.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;heres a few of the girls swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUJ1mupPNcY/Tj8AxNmClBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QfEqfz8YGjA/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUJ1mupPNcY/Tj8AxNmClBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QfEqfz8YGjA/s320/IMG_2961.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heres everyone about to sing happy birthday and devour the cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvfg66eEkso/Tj7_-xZrJLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/LeD-mgi_VWk/s1600/IMG_2974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvfg66eEkso/Tj7_-xZrJLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/LeD-mgi_VWk/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;look how cute she is, this cake was my attempt to make it look like a zebra stripe( per Bailee's request) but I am not sure how zebraish it looked..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5c2Nsf1dHA/Tj7_6u_uAiI/AAAAAAAAAis/1gcCJ8eiFqc/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5c2Nsf1dHA/Tj7_6u_uAiI/AAAAAAAAAis/1gcCJ8eiFqc/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-7166274514565358029?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7166274514565358029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7166274514565358029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7166274514565358029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7166274514565358029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-bailees-birthday.html' title='Now Bailee&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-5yegwk5CIFQ/Tj8AE8pn20I/AAAAAAAAAi0/5CU3x9-bJa8/s72-c/IMG_2959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1580806942085468615</id><published>2011-08-07T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:10:37.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce's birthday</title><content type='html'>Posting has been hanging over my head so I figure now that sunday church has turned into 8am church I should have plenty of time on sundays to post. I have to go back to June because Bryce and Bailee both had birthdays and I have only posted about Lyla's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryces bday was fun, we had water balloons all filled up and ready for the boys and I had some fun games planned but that pretty much went out the window because the boys weren't interested for too long and they REALLY wanted to just throw the balloons. So I finally gave in and the balloons lasted about 5 mins, and it took Mike over an hour to fill them all up:( then we turned on sprinklers and that didn't last long either because they all complained that it was too cold..so then it was cake time and everyone at out side which was nice but the rest of the time was spent inside and I was definatley ready to have a quiet house when they all left..lol We had about 10 5-6 year olds running up and down the stairs and in the bedrooms and every where..all in all it was a success and Bryce loved every min of it. We are soo very greatful for Bryce and how sweet he is. He is extremely smart and understand very easy all the "school" stuff. He loves to read and never fights me on it, hes very willing to learn new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4CwI_eZmtw/Tj76JAfVrxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Si_xibhwiUw/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4CwI_eZmtw/Tj76JAfVrxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Si_xibhwiUw/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;heres one of the games I planned but I think it was a little harder than I thought it would be(look how smart bryce is, he figured out a way to go faster and not let the balloon fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qCVHmoFExRI/Tj76N_RDkII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sdjEoMoPjuM/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qCVHmoFExRI/Tj76N_RDkII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sdjEoMoPjuM/s320/IMG_2803.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;here are some group shots of the boys playing..so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6nKbeSQJ0Y/Tj76cQdMP1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/eYmUSa0cihg/s1600/IMG_2840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6nKbeSQJ0Y/Tj76cQdMP1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/eYmUSa0cihg/s320/IMG_2840.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here are the cupcakes and goody bags we put together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bmzcDe-Uo4/Tj7-KGJ1BLI/AAAAAAAAAig/IPoTOZOKOfs/s1600/IMG_2851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bmzcDe-Uo4/Tj7-KGJ1BLI/AAAAAAAAAig/IPoTOZOKOfs/s320/IMG_2851.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this handsome face, I love him soo much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XmIdWblvfAY/Tj7-cbKwRxI/AAAAAAAAAik/ntDJllxmI8Q/s1600/IMG_2867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XmIdWblvfAY/Tj7-cbKwRxI/AAAAAAAAAik/ntDJllxmI8Q/s320/IMG_2867.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&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/2870162893299518737-1580806942085468615?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1580806942085468615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1580806942085468615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1580806942085468615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1580806942085468615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/bryces-birthday.html' title='Bryce&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-f4CwI_eZmtw/Tj76JAfVrxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Si_xibhwiUw/s72-c/IMG_2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2797297142483686626</id><published>2011-06-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:40:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun outside</title><content type='html'>here are just a few pics of me trying to be a photographer and I think the pictures actually turned out pretty cute, then I had Bailee take a few pics of me and Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofdu33lgNqM/TexV9x24BkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y-wB2qsfOoc/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofdu33lgNqM/TexV9x24BkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y-wB2qsfOoc/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ltmDN6WcEo/TexWCmr6VnI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Hdc39J_Ybw/s1600/IMG_2760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ltmDN6WcEo/TexWCmr6VnI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Hdc39J_Ybw/s320/IMG_2760.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shes already a model..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsmNEhSmHNs/TexWIptpG5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/P_Ic9Uzq2fY/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsmNEhSmHNs/TexWIptpG5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/P_Ic9Uzq2fY/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; look at the button nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7rfiLD6xT8/TexWfHKNIcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ARfH9EgUOAI/s1600/IMG_2776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7rfiLD6xT8/TexWfHKNIcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ARfH9EgUOAI/s320/IMG_2776.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUGPfKD2l-Q/TexWPzwx1-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8RzHX2vFdEI/s1600/IMG_2769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUGPfKD2l-Q/TexWPzwx1-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8RzHX2vFdEI/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loxu5ahPQ18/TexWqBmiTPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/szOqFl93lnA/s1600/IMG_2788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loxu5ahPQ18/TexWqBmiTPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/szOqFl93lnA/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We make a cute couple dont we?&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fh11ViuMXM/TexWtpaoNBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/FjLcLutec3g/s1600/IMG_2784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fh11ViuMXM/TexWtpaoNBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/FjLcLutec3g/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Bailee take a full body so I could see what the picture actually looks like because I have lost 28lbs now and I feel so much better about myself and think I am looking a little better and I really wanted to see what my hair looks like in a picture because I have been growing it out for a while now and I really want to cut it, but it looks pretty only when I do it and thats not very often because it takes too long to blowdry. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I couldnt capture any pics of Bryce because he was running around too much so I promise I love him too but I just didnt want to stop him from playing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2797297142483686626?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2797297142483686626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2797297142483686626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2797297142483686626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2797297142483686626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-outside.html' title='Fun outside'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-ofdu33lgNqM/TexV9x24BkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y-wB2qsfOoc/s72-c/IMG_2754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7540592847131625734</id><published>2011-06-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:19:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyla turns 1</title><content type='html'>On June 1st Lyla turned one!! We had a birthday party for her at our house yesterday and it was a blast. we everyone went swimming and hung out and talked. Lyla absolutely LOVES the water in the pool, she would get soo frustrated and scream her head off when we wouldn't let her go in the water. She would just splash and kick and loved every min of it. Of course she got to eat cake and loved that, what kid doesnt love cake and also she got to open up presents. She really didn't care about opening the presents but she was so cute about the thing inside, she would open her mouth and make the excited noise. I just feel like the luckiest mom to have such sweet cute kids and I am so excited to get to raise a girl baby again after 8 years from having Bailee. Lyla is definately a feisty little girl but at the same time will give us all kisses and kiss her baby dolls too. She loves to laugh at Bryce, he can hardly do anything and she starts to giggle and then I tried to do what he did and she looks at me like I am stupid..lol. She is extremely loud and I mean LOUD!! Its a toe curling scream and even the dr at her well exam was shocked at how loud she can get for no good reason, she just likes to hear herself. She makes the cutest little faces, she loves to smile showing all of her teeth and honestly she looks a little like "chucky" but a really cute version, its too funny. Right now I am loving the fact that she wants mommy and Lincoln couldn't care less if I am here or not so its kind of nice right now to have her want me so much. Bailee gets frustrated because she wants to hold her all the time and Lyla only wants mommy but I know it wont last forever so I am holder her every second I can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her well exam and she weighs 19.9lbs (25%), she is 31inches(95%), and her head is in the 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hefNVF-nURg/TexTGFfP2sI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Hph28Amxo5M/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hefNVF-nURg/TexTGFfP2sI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Hph28Amxo5M/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am actually a little shocked at the height because she doesn't really seem big but it must be that she is pretty skinny that makes her look little and she definately doesn't seem like she has a big head. But shes healthy and doing great so thats all that matters..ps she doesn't fully walk yet, she will take 1-2 steps but thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjVRpp3qqM8/TexTPNHgT_I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z_qOJDgjE-I/s1600/IMG_2702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjVRpp3qqM8/TexTPNHgT_I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z_qOJDgjE-I/s320/IMG_2702.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heres the aftermath of the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfABxY4smiM/TexTbJSWIwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RyFYTSGUhrE/s1600/IMG_2698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfABxY4smiM/TexTbJSWIwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RyFYTSGUhrE/s320/IMG_2698.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told my mom that I really wanted a "birthday" plate for who ever has a birthday, they get to use that plate for their meals and she surprised me with this plate for Lyla's birthday, its glass so we had to watch her really carefully because everything ends up on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BN-FAH_Yfok/TexTKCaRBpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kgEfjCG6_AE/s1600/IMG_2690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BN-FAH_Yfok/TexTKCaRBpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kgEfjCG6_AE/s320/IMG_2690.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; people eating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l73zdsJj2Uk/TexTkwx5pMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GE4-lv-p_r4/s1600/IMG_2714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l73zdsJj2Uk/TexTkwx5pMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GE4-lv-p_r4/s320/IMG_2714.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the cutes face ever!! she would do this everytime she saw what was inside of each gift, also this is the same outfit that Bailee wore at her first birthday and I thought it would be fun to look back at pics and see how much the resemble eachother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7540592847131625734?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7540592847131625734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7540592847131625734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7540592847131625734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7540592847131625734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/06/lyla-turns-1.html' title='Lyla turns 1'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-hefNVF-nURg/TexTGFfP2sI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Hph28Amxo5M/s72-c/IMG_2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-712658310065248032</id><published>2011-06-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:53:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franklin went to heaven!</title><content type='html'>I was such a sad day for all of us when our beloved box turtle died. Poor Bryce wanted to go out and check on him and he came running inside crying and yelling that Franklin had died. I ran out there to make sure and it was seriously the saddest thing to watch bryce be so upset. It was a good lesson for the kids only for the mere fact that they understand now how if you don't take care of something than there is consequences. But that night I was just soo sad for Bryce and the heartache he was feeling, that I didn't hardly sleep at all. The next day we saw an ad on craigslist for sulcata tortoises which is a big type of desert tortoise and they are perfect for Arizona and our weather here. So we called the guy and went and took a look and got one. They were only 1 week old and in "tortoise land" the mom doesn't even care or remember she laid eggs so it's ok to take babies that early. We named him Mack and when he is about 15 years old he will probably weigh about 100lbs!! But he should be easy and fun for the kids since there isn't too much maintenance. Here's a pic of our cute new addition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SldxU5PBa6w/TexOdKZWb7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/LRJZsVj430s/s1600/IMG_2757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SldxU5PBa6w/TexOdKZWb7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/LRJZsVj430s/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-712658310065248032?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/712658310065248032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=712658310065248032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/712658310065248032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/712658310065248032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/06/franklin-went-to-heaven.html' title='Franklin went to heaven!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-SldxU5PBa6w/TexOdKZWb7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/LRJZsVj430s/s72-c/IMG_2757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6970176124807699265</id><published>2011-05-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:52:42.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln in a big boy bed</title><content type='html'>So last week Lincoln wanted to sleep in the bottom bunk of Bryce's bed so we tried it and within a few mins he was crying and wanting his crib. So 2 nights ago he wanted to try it again so Mike layed with him for a few mins and low and behold, he slept through the night in a big bed!! But we had a babysitter last night and we kinda forgot about the new bed situation so we warned the babysitter and told her to try and put him to bed with Bryce but when we got home all 3 older kids were asleep on the couch. She said they all fell asleep before 9pm so she just left them. I grabbed Lincoln and put him to bed in his big bed and he slept fine through the night again!! His naps we arent so lucky, he didnt get one yesterday because he wouldnt stay in his bed, I don't think I am ready for no naps yet. He is definately a kid that needs a nap so hopefully we can figure out a way for him to continue that, mostly for my sanity. Now the next week is potty training, which I thoroughly dispise!!! But it has to be done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6970176124807699265?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6970176124807699265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6970176124807699265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6970176124807699265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6970176124807699265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/lincoln-in-big-boy-bed.html' title='Lincoln in a big boy bed'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1777239357839732335</id><published>2011-05-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:28:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And summer begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So today marks the last day of kindergarten for Bryce and the last day of third grade for Bailee!! They had a half day today so I put Lyla down for a nap and let the older three go swimming for a while, Bailee has been begging to go swimming for forever so today&amp;nbsp;was the perfect day to do it. I am really lookingn forward to summer time. I love the no schedules and no alarm clocks and no lunch packing,,YAY!!! There will be lots of swimming and sleeping in and popsickles.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmwR-zFbJQQ/Td7eJj6_erI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6ofqkoSnhYw/s1600/IMG_2621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmwR-zFbJQQ/Td7eJj6_erI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6ofqkoSnhYw/s200/IMG_2621.JPG" t8="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK7pcUJ3HCg/Td7ecVvvoaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qQ5gQjwlBog/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK7pcUJ3HCg/Td7ecVvvoaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qQ5gQjwlBog/s200/IMG_2627.JPG" t8="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1uv91fdqrg/Td7egYbcYxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/a3-QRlQNdvw/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1uv91fdqrg/Td7egYbcYxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/a3-QRlQNdvw/s200/IMG_2623.JPG" t8="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67TfyN1plR8/Td7eSqe3lVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/a6XI7VyH-MA/s1600/IMG_2622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67TfyN1plR8/Td7eSqe3lVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/a6XI7VyH-MA/s200/IMG_2622.JPG" t8="true" width="200" /&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/2870162893299518737-1777239357839732335?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1777239357839732335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1777239357839732335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1777239357839732335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1777239357839732335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-summer-begins.html' title='And summer begins...'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-lmwR-zFbJQQ/Td7eJj6_erI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6ofqkoSnhYw/s72-c/IMG_2621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7916123318084349943</id><published>2011-05-09T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:12:27.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYWwxJIr3Qg/TcjIAOnDWCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QTYGmgyW2pI/s1600/IMG_20110429_110256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYWwxJIr3Qg/TcjIAOnDWCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QTYGmgyW2pI/s320/IMG_20110429_110256.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I definately deserve mother of the year for this one...We were shopping at ross and I looked away for 2 seconds, but( I was seriously touching the cart) and then all of a sudden we heard a thud and screaming. I Looked at her and she was laying on the ground below the cart under a rack of clothes!!! I didn't have her buckled in and she decided she wanted out and completely fell to the floor. My mom had ice in her coffee in the car so she ran and grabbed a napkin with ice in it and Lyla cried for a good 15 mins while I tried not to, I felt like the worse mom in the whole world. I definatley need to buckle her now wherever we are because she is into absolutely everything. She was her happy self about 20n mins later but I am sure her head hurt for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7916123318084349943?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7916123318084349943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7916123318084349943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7916123318084349943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7916123318084349943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the year!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-kYWwxJIr3Qg/TcjIAOnDWCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QTYGmgyW2pI/s72-c/IMG_20110429_110256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3943234529650811464</id><published>2011-05-03T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:56:26.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPcHXJT0P0U/TcDaGzUDjWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/g47r68OpdnU/s1600/IMG_2344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPcHXJT0P0U/TcDaGzUDjWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/g47r68OpdnU/s320/IMG_2344.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Lyla upstairs in the hallway that she was soo proud of that she got up the stairs all by herself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3fhCUn8bvs/TcDaLYt0wGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3v2chtRiyTo/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3fhCUn8bvs/TcDaLYt0wGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3v2chtRiyTo/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This look on her face is so cute, once she saw me she took off as fast as possible to get away. we did finally get a gate for the stairs but every now and then it will get left open and she will be up those stairs so fast its funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDybmUbp9Uc/TcDaZhK2KlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/U6ZWgBB3vAA/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDybmUbp9Uc/TcDaZhK2KlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/U6ZWgBB3vAA/s320/IMG_2342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had to get a good pic of her cute reddish hair. There isn't a time that I am out and about that someone doesn't comment on her beautiful red hair, I love it. Her eyebrows out in the sun are so red too. I love the cute little personality she is showing now, she has the biggest cheesiest smile and smiles at everyone. She has started to let go when she stands up now and she looks at me like " what do I do now" shes just soo much fun. She has also started to get into toilet water and we have to put the garbage cans up everyday. Everyday is a new learning experience for me and for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3943234529650811464?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3943234529650811464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3943234529650811464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3943234529650811464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3943234529650811464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-lyla-upstairs-in-hallway-that-she.html' title='Lyla'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-IPcHXJT0P0U/TcDaGzUDjWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/g47r68OpdnU/s72-c/IMG_2344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6157504288722278858</id><published>2011-05-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:38:33.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce and basketball</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weeks ago Bryce started basketball. He is seriously soo stinkin cute in his uniform. The first practice we had, I thought for sure he was never going to want to play because he didnt want to shoot the ball he didnt want to listen to the coach. He has completely turned a 180 and loves basketball now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVTVxKihGSM/TcDXzkE0YUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uxlyyFFy9wA/s1600/IMG_2380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVTVxKihGSM/TcDXzkE0YUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uxlyyFFy9wA/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojO3E1d2D6I/TcDX4MK1GUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/S7mn5AQeCSc/s1600/IMG_2382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojO3E1d2D6I/TcDX4MK1GUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/S7mn5AQeCSc/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fLkEK-FOXo/TcDYC8A-u_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/j5Cin6yJslw/s1600/IMG_2368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fLkEK-FOXo/TcDYC8A-u_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/j5Cin6yJslw/s320/IMG_2368.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past saturday was a game and for the first time since this season started he has never made a basket and finally he made one practicing before the game, we were soo extremely excited and you could just see his face beaming. During the game he also got the first basket of the game too. I am soo proud of him. Lets hope it keeps up. Sorry the photos are blurry but I couldnt get my camera to work properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6157504288722278858?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6157504288722278858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6157504288722278858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6157504288722278858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6157504288722278858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/bryce-and-basketball.html' title='Bryce and basketball'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-lVTVxKihGSM/TcDXzkE0YUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uxlyyFFy9wA/s72-c/IMG_2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7793949310720954519</id><published>2011-04-27T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:06:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter camping 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruZ6ywwEO1g/TbjhTanPZVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/4ryHNfyBX6M/s1600/IMG_2468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruZ6ywwEO1g/TbjhTanPZVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/4ryHNfyBX6M/s320/IMG_2468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1JonUx8wjw/TbjhY1TiccI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rxt6COm3-8M/s1600/IMG_2474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1JonUx8wjw/TbjhY1TiccI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rxt6COm3-8M/s200/IMG_2474.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrqpycWck8/Tbjhdoz04hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/roPzfjwgX34/s1600/IMG_2479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrqpycWck8/Tbjhdoz04hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/roPzfjwgX34/s200/IMG_2479.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UD1gZyMuOdk/Tbjhg4Z-ylI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3yVpRu19XQ8/s1600/IMG_2473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UD1gZyMuOdk/Tbjhg4Z-ylI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3yVpRu19XQ8/s200/IMG_2473.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here is the whole family on the train tunnel, I love this cute picture, I have the same one last year and I was 8 months prego with Lyla so its really fun to have the same picture and have her in it. The dark picture is us inside the tunnel, and yes we are the stupid&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;that want to walk all the&amp;nbsp;way through a tunnel and not&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;if a train is coming but we were fine(obviously) and we made it to the other side. It was pretty scary though becuase it was super dark right in the middle.&amp;nbsp;I am pretty sure my&amp;nbsp;mom took the picture of me without me knowing but I thought it was a cute&amp;nbsp;up close picture so I posted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq27nK69Xg4/TbjjTynWhoI/AAAAAAAAAf0/TP7SkMWWn9g/s1600/IMG_2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq27nK69Xg4/TbjjTynWhoI/AAAAAAAAAf0/TP7SkMWWn9g/s200/IMG_2524.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While we were out at the train tunnel and heading home, we spotted a slither spot in the sand and when we stopped we saw the nasty rattle snake. When we got closer to the snake we noticed that its belly was huge, so my dad shot it and cut it open and an entire rabbit came out!! The fur on the bunny tail was still fuzzy so he must have just eaten it within a day. As gross as it was, it was pretty cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_935983953"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_935983954"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmOoOA9n_uQ/TbjjcT-ihOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vgZNMGTdDhA/s1600/IMG_2525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmOoOA9n_uQ/TbjjcT-ihOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vgZNMGTdDhA/s200/IMG_2525.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2lUqwq1cEE/TbjjNzdWlBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Vzyxrh-r-w8/s1600/IMG_2523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the kids after the easter bunny came !!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lI9rmqTloCQ/Tbjm-J2HuzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2XYPpmqbajM/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lI9rmqTloCQ/Tbjm-J2HuzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2XYPpmqbajM/s320/IMG_2565.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-7793949310720954519?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7793949310720954519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7793949310720954519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7793949310720954519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7793949310720954519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-camping-2011.html' title='Easter camping 2011'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-ruZ6ywwEO1g/TbjhTanPZVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/4ryHNfyBX6M/s72-c/IMG_2468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7541864904634763076</id><published>2011-04-27T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:23:04.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy!!</title><content type='html'>The last month has gone so fast with lots of chaoticness and lots of fun...My sis n law Amy and her kids have been staying with us and they will be here until the end of May. It has been a change of pace with a whole other family here but I love having a shopping and eating buddy everyday..haha. The house will be really quiet when they leave. But it will be summer so having 4 kids 24 hours a day wont be too quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really nice to have someone else to help with dinners, we have tried a few new recipes and they have turned out really good. We have also gotten to do a few crafts, I don't do much by myself with Lincoln and Lyla being so close in age and getting into stuff constantly so its nice to have help with them when we are doing crafts or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_u8DkAl1lL0/TbjdZ6LrPJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/p2-pNHu6uXo/s1600/IMG_2570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_u8DkAl1lL0/TbjdZ6LrPJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/p2-pNHu6uXo/s320/IMG_2570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other night I cut Bailee and Madi's hair, I love that they get to have a sister cousin for a little while(they do have their moments)so when one wanted to cut her hair, the other wanted to so heres a pic of both girls the night that I cut it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7541864904634763076?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7541864904634763076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7541864904634763076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7541864904634763076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7541864904634763076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy.html' title='busy!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-_u8DkAl1lL0/TbjdZ6LrPJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/p2-pNHu6uXo/s72-c/IMG_2570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5670297725325394588</id><published>2011-03-30T08:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:30:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgWctivUhBk/TZNMJbDOgHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EToScimmHBo/s1600/IMG_2315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgWctivUhBk/TZNMJbDOgHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EToScimmHBo/s320/IMG_2315.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9I_R5ux1r0M/TZNMMs3LLFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Zg1VgTZlNaY/s1600/IMG_2314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9I_R5ux1r0M/TZNMMs3LLFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Zg1VgTZlNaY/s320/IMG_2314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is what Linc looks like when he's eaten chocolate!! I just had to capture this face, it explains his personality perfect!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5670297725325394588?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5670297725325394588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5670297725325394588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5670297725325394588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5670297725325394588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-this-is-what-linc-looks-like-when.html' title='chocolate'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-NgWctivUhBk/TZNMJbDOgHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EToScimmHBo/s72-c/IMG_2315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1796580944165054809</id><published>2011-03-10T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:44:20.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r7PmmEQEXQ8/TXjwdaIgsfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7mEAXWEZYy8/s1600/IMGP9896+b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r7PmmEQEXQ8/TXjwdaIgsfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7mEAXWEZYy8/s320/IMGP9896+b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;March 10th 2001, I married the best man&amp;nbsp; ever! The last ten years have flown by. We have had so many great times and alot of not so fun times but I couldnt imagine going through the trials in my life with any one other than this sweet man. We have had 4 sweet kids over the course of 10yrs, I feel soo lucky that Heavenly Father has blessed us with a happy marriage and these 4 healthy kids. My heart is full today knowing how much I have been blessed with. I look forward to the rest of our lives together and making tons more memories together. I love you Michael Porter, more than words can express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1796580944165054809?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1796580944165054809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1796580944165054809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1796580944165054809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1796580944165054809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-years.html' title='10 years'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r7PmmEQEXQ8/TXjwdaIgsfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7mEAXWEZYy8/s72-c/IMGP9896+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1570800280985898545</id><published>2011-03-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:34:50.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyla is 9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dWwfLRLFBGU/TXT3BtmQFfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xx1o9znMKE0/s1600/IMG_2244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dWwfLRLFBGU/TXT3BtmQFfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xx1o9znMKE0/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lyla is 9months old already!! I have a love/hate relationship with this age. I'm a newborn kinda gal, I love the sweet tiny babies that you can hold all day and they smell good and are so warm. 9-12 months is the worst age to me because they want down and they cant always be down wherever we are and they crawl and put everything in there mouth, they get into just about everything there is to get into. But on the other side I love how she is developing a cute personality and its nice that she is a little mobile to be able to play a little bit on her own. Lyla is so cute, she does this really cute shy thing where she burries her head into my shoulder everytime someone talks to her, but then she will give the biggest grin. She does this high pitched scream right now when she wants something and we arent paying attention to her, thats actually really annoying but its amazing how loud she can get, shes our loudest kid by far..haha. Lyla had her 9month check up on friday and here are her stats..weight: 18.1 lbs (30%), height 27.25 in (75%), head 17.75 (70%), so shes tall and skinny with a big melon for a head..haha maybe shes following in Lincolns footsteps with a big head because his head is in the 95% so time will tell..We are so greatful for Lyla and the fun spunky, fiesty little redhead she is..we love her so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jV9xDwCsnv4/TXT2zL9QCFI/AAAAAAAAAds/WdGJO8UjcQ4/s1600/IMG_2123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jV9xDwCsnv4/TXT2zL9QCFI/AAAAAAAAAds/WdGJO8UjcQ4/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-1570800280985898545?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1570800280985898545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1570800280985898545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1570800280985898545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1570800280985898545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/03/lyla-is-9-months.html' title='Lyla is 9 months'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dWwfLRLFBGU/TXT3BtmQFfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xx1o9znMKE0/s72-c/IMG_2244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3287396182188645810</id><published>2011-02-13T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:10:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine decor</title><content type='html'>I have never been a huge Valentine decorator, so this year I decided to make my house look really cute and full of "LOVE". I love how all of my projects turned out. I always think I am not very creative but I do have some creativity in me. The other day I had finally finished all the projects and put everything in a place and a few days later Bryce asked"mom when are we gonna decorate for Valentine's day?" My feelings were slightly hurt for a split second, but coming off of a holiday like Christmas, it's a little hard to compete with those decorations. Kids are so funny and they really do say whats on their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjYtW7jlSUw/TVjBXBLqgsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eWZXmEucXrc/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjYtW7jlSUw/TVjBXBLqgsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eWZXmEucXrc/s320/IMG_2196.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to add a few pink petals and thought it looked soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iN-VBTlajFE/TVjBRk6hoVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cOn_cbSf8rQ/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iN-VBTlajFE/TVjBRk6hoVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cOn_cbSf8rQ/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These "love" letters I actually got at a garage sale last year sometime for only 2 dollars for the whole set. They were just the plain cardboard color so I pute cute scrapbook paper on them and they turned out soo cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4TIKGFUyj4/TVjAv-m7KLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tfX1_vGfORQ/s1600/IMG_2214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4TIKGFUyj4/TVjAv-m7KLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tfX1_vGfORQ/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I saw these cute wreaths on some craft blogs and the roses were taking forever so I decided to wrap the felt around the wreath and it really turned out cute. The ribbon can be replaced by Christmas ribbon and maybe even 4th of july ribbon. So I will definately get my moneys worth with this craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDMuEr-LuMo/TVjA0dsnzkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/P1swICa7wmE/s1600/IMG_2221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDMuEr-LuMo/TVjA0dsnzkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/P1swICa7wmE/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a close up of the roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPX8th5E4wA/TVjA3cYEfgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HM3WV8fO2Gk/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPX8th5E4wA/TVjA3cYEfgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HM3WV8fO2Gk/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is one last craft and the fun thing about these are that they are very innerchangeable(sp), almost all the holidays can have letters that you just paint, glitter and glue onto cardstock then place in frame with no glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k03kDN6pNEE/TVjBAuo3omI/AAAAAAAAAdM/F2-Y-jOTiKQ/s1600/IMG_2261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k03kDN6pNEE/TVjBAuo3omI/AAAAAAAAAdM/F2-Y-jOTiKQ/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3287396182188645810?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3287396182188645810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3287396182188645810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3287396182188645810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3287396182188645810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-decor.html' title='Valentine decor'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-qjYtW7jlSUw/TVjBXBLqgsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eWZXmEucXrc/s72-c/IMG_2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-713519255312620001</id><published>2011-02-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:12:37.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybh_FTgeB0I/TVVO_ofJdzI/AAAAAAAAAco/oLgQVC4RjYk/s1600/IMG_1915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybh_FTgeB0I/TVVO_ofJdzI/AAAAAAAAAco/oLgQVC4RjYk/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok so I am a little late on posting this but better late than never right? We always have Christmas Eve dinner at our house every year so this year was no different. My sweet mother in law made me some really cute aprons and when Kevin came over he said he wanted to help so he got to wear the cute apron, isn't he just adorable? We made yummy sweet pulled pork and cilantro rice and all the sides that would go into a salad or burrito, it was soo yummy. We had a huge span of people over. There was my mom and dad and sister and husband, then there was my mother and father in law, then we had my brother in law, then we had my sisters in laws over and last but not least Toby and his new family came too. The house was filled up. I love it though, it can get crazy but so worth having everyone together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some group shots of everyone mingling..lol&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loumJo3WZws/TVVPJqk9nxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/azB5usa1bhI/s1600/IMG_1921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loumJo3WZws/TVVPJqk9nxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/azB5usa1bhI/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzBCyt1Hhds/TVVPEZg6bII/AAAAAAAAAcs/USrR5l9Sbqk/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzBCyt1Hhds/TVVPEZg6bII/AAAAAAAAAcs/USrR5l9Sbqk/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzBCyt1Hhds/TVVPEZg6bII/AAAAAAAAAcs/USrR5l9Sbqk/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" width="320" /&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/2870162893299518737-713519255312620001?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/713519255312620001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=713519255312620001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/713519255312620001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/713519255312620001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-ybh_FTgeB0I/TVVO_ofJdzI/AAAAAAAAAco/oLgQVC4RjYk/s72-c/IMG_1915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-263836373822963130</id><published>2011-02-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:58:41.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NntVwLkX4FI/TVVNzel8P2I/AAAAAAAAAck/WFbx_0-yVP0/s1600/IMG_1900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NntVwLkX4FI/TVVNzel8P2I/AAAAAAAAAck/WFbx_0-yVP0/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am soo greatful and very blessed to have the oppertunity to raise 2 daughters. I love that Bailee finally has a sister, she loves Lyla so much and is a huge help with her, she never hesitates to do things for her. I cant wait for the time that Bailee will teach her fun girl stuff and play makeup and barbies with her. I love these girls with all my heart! They re so much fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-263836373822963130?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/263836373822963130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=263836373822963130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/263836373822963130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/263836373822963130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/02/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/-NntVwLkX4FI/TVVNzel8P2I/AAAAAAAAAck/WFbx_0-yVP0/s72-c/IMG_1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5037771632633971843</id><published>2011-01-31T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:03:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>This story might sound dumb to some people but to me it was great. For a long time now I really have to explain or maybe the right word would be "badger" Bailee into making good food choices. It's not an easy task with her 5 year old brother being very thin and actually eats the healthy stuff and her 2 yr old brother not really worrying about it too much. But Bailee really enjoys her food so it's kind of a battle every now and then. Well, the other day Bryce was going to have an icecream sandwich after dinner and I told Bailee she could have one too and she actually looked up at me and said " no thanks mom, I get to have one at school tomorrow so I don't need one tonight." It was one of those moments that dont happen very often but what I am trying to teach her about making good choices with food is finally paying off. I am so proud of her choices and I hope it continues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5037771632633971843?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5037771632633971843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5037771632633971843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5037771632633971843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5037771632633971843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-408720303528259704</id><published>2011-01-29T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:29:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No way!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so my last post was about maybe starting potty training but I did one hour of it and I had to clean up pee undies and poop off my tile floor, so I am thinking Im gonna nix that idea for a while!! I had good intentions..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-408720303528259704?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/408720303528259704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=408720303528259704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/408720303528259704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/408720303528259704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-way.html' title='No way!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1557375165866919449</id><published>2011-01-26T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:26:17.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start potty training????</title><content type='html'>Lincoln has been telling us for a while when he poops but in the last week, now he actually tells us to change him when he poops. My friend and I were doing eachothers hair today and she looked over and said Lincoln doesnt have any clothes on, he had taken his pants and his diaper off and wanted to go pee pee on the potty!! So it looks like he might be ready, now I told him we need to go get batman undies and he was so excited..I absolutely despise potty training so i hopoe the next couple of weeks wont be too bad especially if hes ready..I cant wait to see his cute chubby bum in batman undies, hes so dang cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1557375165866919449?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1557375165866919449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1557375165866919449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1557375165866919449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1557375165866919449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-potty-training.html' title='start potty training????'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1605026693887475744</id><published>2011-01-19T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:44:37.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lylas first grahm cracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6HAYqNYxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/myz3oKdLqrY/s1600/IMG_1912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6HAYqNYxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/myz3oKdLqrY/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lyla was soo fussy the other day and I didnt have anything for her just to eat or hold onto by herself to keep her busy so i gave her a big grahm cracker and it worked but it was a huge mess. Her face says it all. She was definately loving her treat. This smile is soo contagious, all of my clients tell me they have never seen a baby with such a huge mouthy smile. I even had to take her to the doctor this week and found out she had a double ear infection and when the dr walked inshe tried soo hard to smile and be happy but she was miserable. The dr even said "shes trying soo hard to look happy". This week has been a little rough w/a sick baby and nap times arent going good this week due to an ear infection so life has been put on hold while I sit in my jammies all day and hold my sweet little girl. I actually love moments like these because we are always so busy that we never just get to sit down and hold our little ones. It stinks that she sick but I love cuddling with her&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6HDgAhu2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oq0p-2eLjPo/s1600/IMG_1914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6HDgAhu2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oq0p-2eLjPo/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1605026693887475744?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1605026693887475744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1605026693887475744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1605026693887475744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1605026693887475744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/lylas-first-grahm-cracker.html' title='Lylas first grahm cracker'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6HAYqNYxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/myz3oKdLqrY/s72-c/IMG_1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5273317814116698517</id><published>2011-01-13T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:02:40.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln turns 2!!</title><content type='html'>It is soo crazy how time just flows by and sometimes I wish I could just freeze the time right now so I could keep my kids little and&amp;nbsp;pure.&amp;nbsp;Lincolns 2nd birthday is today! He doesnt understand birthdays yet but Im sure he wont mind opening a few presents, he got that down pat at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6DLCeFmKI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bu64Yln3jlQ/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6DLCeFmKI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bu64Yln3jlQ/s320/IMG_2125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lincoln&amp;nbsp;is by far my biggest handful(as you can see how he got in his car on top of the coffee table and climbed up and was going to attempt to ride off of it until we stopped him)&amp;nbsp;but he brings us such joy and laughter too. Right now in his stage in life he copies whatever anyone says and we have to answer him exactly how we answered the other person. He has the cutest little dimple on his upper cheek when he smiles,&amp;nbsp;I love it because it's not in the normal spot for a dimple. His answer for every question is "I dont know". I love how huge and thick he is,&amp;nbsp;he just wouldnt be Lincoln without his cute big head. When we let his hair grow out its curly, I love it because so far he's the only&amp;nbsp;one w/curly hair. Hes at the stage where he is finally understanding and is trying to help. He feels so proud of himself when he really got to do something all by himself and help mommy. If daddy is home than no one on earth exists..I mean no one!! Only daddy can change him, only daddy can pick him up, only daddy can sit by him, he follows Mike around until bedtime. I love this boy soo much, as hard as he is on most days, I couldnt imagine my life without him, his smile makes me smile. Happy Birthday sweet boy of mine, we love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5273317814116698517?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5273317814116698517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5273317814116698517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5273317814116698517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5273317814116698517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/lincoln-turns-2.html' title='Lincoln turns 2!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TS6DLCeFmKI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bu64Yln3jlQ/s72-c/IMG_2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5877407306650448255</id><published>2011-01-10T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:57:14.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsZqqcoAsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0yg1KRI1S0k/s1600/IMG_2005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsZqqcoAsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0yg1KRI1S0k/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided kind of last minute to drive up to payson and find some snow. We had a huge storm blow through on the thursday before new years and it actually snowed here in the valley, it was so awesome to be at the mall and see and feel snow flurrys. Anyways, saturday was new years day and I wasnt working so we drove up to the snow and this picture was on the wayb up. Its such a great pic of the snowy mountains.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaX0tI1GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sOoq1FyLUWQ/s1600/IMG_2057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaX0tI1GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sOoq1FyLUWQ/s1600/IMG_2057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaX0tI1GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sOoq1FyLUWQ/s320/IMG_2057.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Lyla, when we put her down she loved to b in the snow. I thought for sure that she would just scream her head off, but she actually got really upset when we picked her up and wouldnt let her back down. She is soo stinkin cute I just love this girl soo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsbFSQprNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kkRX_CeETzY/s1600/IMG_2045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsbFSQprNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kkRX_CeETzY/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce loved being in the snow, he wasnt too fond of the sledding but he enjoyed eating and just playing in the snow, look at that sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaN0_qGFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NakLAdh-Ukw/s1600/IMG_2044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaN0_qGFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NakLAdh-Ukw/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres Bailee, she loved the snow too but shes my "princess" and was worried the whole time about her pants getting wet or her gloves getting snow on them. We did get her to go sledding and she loved it, she did it over and over again. Shes such a good helper for me and Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsZ70toJCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lx8AeFpfRnw/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" width="180" /&gt;Lincoln loved just standing and eating the snow. If we had to walk he was not liking it much. He got really grumpy when the older kids started sledding, I think he thought they were getting hurt so he would scream and cry every time the kids would come down the hill. Hes such a funny kid.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaGzEJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rE3lp7yaQYA/s1600/IMG_2041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsaGzEJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rE3lp7yaQYA/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres Bailee getting ready to go sledding for the first time all on her own..she did awesome and loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsas73_4sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LceYI17caD8/s1600/IMG_2084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsas73_4sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LceYI17caD8/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsanGfjuZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7uPCB5VZnP0/s1600/IMG_2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsanGfjuZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7uPCB5VZnP0/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5877407306650448255?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5877407306650448255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5877407306650448255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5877407306650448255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5877407306650448255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/up-to-snow.html' title='Up to the snow'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSsZqqcoAsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0yg1KRI1S0k/s72-c/IMG_2005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-4524235710960378969</id><published>2011-01-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:49:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNUF7EiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4swc-m3j60o/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558192035837186594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNUF7EiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4swc-m3j60o/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always wanted my kids closer in age but you don't always get what you want. These two boys are 3.5 years apart and it is soo much fun watching them play like they never knew any different. Ilove that Lincoln loves Bryce soo much, he constantly asks for Bryce all day long while Bryce is at school. They defenately fight like brothers too. I am pretty sure that one day Linc will be Bryces "bigger" brother, just look at the head on that kid!! haha I love these sweet little guys of mine, i am soo lucky to have them, I worked pretty hard for each of these boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNORxhTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/C0WO538q-K8/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558192034276279602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNORxhTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/C0WO538q-K8/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNDfwp3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/AKyrGESFCPE/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558192031382153074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNDfwp3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/AKyrGESFCPE/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/2870162893299518737-4524235710960378969?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4524235710960378969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4524235710960378969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4524235710960378969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4524235710960378969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/brothers.html' title='brothers'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKqNUF7EiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4swc-m3j60o/s72-c/IMG_1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-8317788284982026623</id><published>2011-01-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T07:43:16.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;December is always a crazy month for everyone with Christmas and all the festivities that go with it. This Dec was especially crazy because we moved and everyone got sick! not a good way to start the holidays. I feel pretty proud of myself for getting fully unpacked and full Christmas decorations up in less than 3 weeks..not too bad with 4 kids. Being in a bigger home makes me want to get more Christmas decorations. We hosted Christmas eve dinner here like we do every year and it was nice to have the space for everyone. I love when the whole family can be together, thats what its all about right? I feel like Dec went by in a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a fun time off from school and Mike always get 2 weeks as well so we can usually get alot done. We went up to the snow on the kids last saturday home but that will b another post later. Here are some pics of Christmas morning and decorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkrT59zzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Tp16WjPSHmc/s1600/IMG_1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558185954113343282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkrT59zzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Tp16WjPSHmc/s200/IMG_1936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkrGyME7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/PhJp_GrIoB0/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558185950591062962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkrGyME7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/PhJp_GrIoB0/s200/IMG_1968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkqWdA-zI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SeUajvMrwJU/s1600/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558185937617353522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkqWdA-zI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SeUajvMrwJU/s200/IMG_1934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkqr-KAfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YBIMMGNWmOU/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558185943393501682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkqr-KAfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YBIMMGNWmOU/s200/IMG_1973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmqK6hd5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Td6plp7K3nA/s1600/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558188133543147410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmqK6hd5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Td6plp7K3nA/s200/IMG_1839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmp13rQtI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k_lQ2evAh4E/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558188127894061778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmp13rQtI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k_lQ2evAh4E/s200/IMG_1783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmplEJJ_I/AAAAAAAAAao/dmOqpJZLZ44/s1600/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558188123382949874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmplEJJ_I/AAAAAAAAAao/dmOqpJZLZ44/s200/IMG_1774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmpbJX5wI/AAAAAAAAAag/fC8NeGtXYuM/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558188120720533250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKmpbJX5wI/AAAAAAAAAag/fC8NeGtXYuM/s200/IMG_1769.JPG" /&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/2870162893299518737-8317788284982026623?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8317788284982026623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=8317788284982026623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8317788284982026623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8317788284982026623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TSKkrT59zzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Tp16WjPSHmc/s72-c/IMG_1936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2157748447537043801</id><published>2011-01-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:44:53.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post New year!!</title><content type='html'>I have thought long and hard about the year 2010, and for alot of us it was not the best but in some ways it was a great year.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Sister n law Cindy Passed away from breast cancer in March and that was so extremely devestating for all of us in the family. She was such an awesome example of what i want to strive to be like. She was an amazing mom and never ever complained about her.self when she was feeling crappy, she still took her kids to all their games and dances and haircuts, ect. Its amazing to me that moms have soo much strength to endure to the end. Cindy blogged a ton over the last 2 yrs and her husband made her blog into a book and I got to read a few pages last night. I definatley teared up reading how much she loved her husband and kids and how much hope and faith she had. Reading that book made me want to blog alot more about my family and have everyone know how much I love my family and the fun and not so fun things we do in our daily lives. I sure miss Cindy, but I know she is loving life where she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cindy passed away my sister n law Holly had her 3rd baby, which is definately a great thing to celebrate after such tragedy, I am sure it brought her some peace and happiness in that hard time in her life. Then we got to add one last baby into our family as well. There was a couple of family weddings too. All in all it was a great and not so great year, I guess in life we have to take the good with bad even when we don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in saying that, I really want to love more, serve more, be selfless, be happier and make every day something to be proud of even if its just finishing the laundry I started..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2157748447537043801?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2157748447537043801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2157748447537043801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2157748447537043801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2157748447537043801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-post-new-year.html' title='New post New year!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-8481078100680912525</id><published>2010-11-12T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:36:23.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying!</title><content type='html'>I feel lately that when I am home all day by myself and Lincoln and Lyla are both needing my full attention I get stressed and lose alot of patience. I feel bad for poor Bailee and Bryce because when they get home I am so tired and have zero tolerance for ANYTHING!! But I really ahve been trying to make a contious effort to realize when I am about to burst and talk myself out of it. I have had long talks with my mom about this because she is the same and cant handle too much stress. I have been relying on positive quotes to get me through my days of hecticness. I know that some people may read this and think I have it easy and they would be able to handle it, but i have also realized that all of us have our struggles and trials in different areas in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;As a breastfeeding mom Im sure I can also blame alot on hormones(thats what I tell my self too to get me through the day) haha. I am really trying to enjoy these precious days with my sweet little babies because I have been told more than once by little old ladies that I am gonna wish one day they could be small again. All I can do is try to be the best mom I can and try everyday to be better than the day before. Here is my favorite quote right now in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A philosophy for Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thoughts, keep your thoughts positive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because your thoughts become your words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words, keep your words positive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your words become your actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actions, keep your actions positive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your actions become your habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Habits, keep your habits positive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your habits become your values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Values, keep your values positive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your values become your DESTINY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-8481078100680912525?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8481078100680912525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=8481078100680912525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8481078100680912525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8481078100680912525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m trying!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7955350540820240311</id><published>2010-10-12T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:50:32.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln does understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLU6Vwd_zxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rTjklAOi_EM/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388263129534226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLU6Vwd_zxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rTjklAOi_EM/s200/IMG_0696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a moment with Lincoln tonight that was really awesome! I have been so overwhelmed lately with 2 crying babies practically all day long and it starts to wear on my patience. So lately I have had a very short fuse and when Lincoln wants something and I tell to wait a minute he gets upset and starts to cry and whine which in turn makes me more loud and then we are both frustrated and the rest of the day carries on the same way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight Mike was at school and I had just made banana bread with the older kids while Lyla screamed her head off and Lincoln just walked around and watched. So after the bread was in the oven I needed to change Lyla and at the same time Lincoln started whining for some more milk, so I calmly made him look at my face and asked him to please stop whinig and told him very sweet that I would change Lyla first and then I would get him his drink and he stopped crying and looked at me and said "ok" and smiled and waited patiently without crying anymore for me to finish. I think from now on I will really try harder to not get so frustrated with him and try to communicate better with him. I think with Lyla being new to the family and him being a middle child I really need to make an effort to be nicer and not yell at him all day. I love that kid so much and I am soooo extremely lucky to have him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7955350540820240311?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7955350540820240311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7955350540820240311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7955350540820240311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7955350540820240311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/lincoln-does-understand.html' title='Lincoln does understand'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLU6Vwd_zxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rTjklAOi_EM/s72-c/IMG_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-595257843484940978</id><published>2010-10-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:10:29.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 month photoshoot of Lyla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJHLq5s3II/AAAAAAAAAY4/vjb1qRlLP9M/s1600/IMG_5558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526557958557457538" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJHLq5s3II/AAAAAAAAAY4/vjb1qRlLP9M/s200/IMG_5558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJEhWaomQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/o71V6VlZEo0/s1600/IMG_5432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526555032480684290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJEhWaomQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/o71V6VlZEo0/s200/IMG_5432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are 3 of my favorite pictures of Lyla!! She was soo good during the pictures. for some reason my computer is not letting me post anymore than this so there were a lot more cute pics but for now here is a sneak preview, I love this little girl more than words can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJEg2vZIvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-0zuM-UpSko/s1600/IMG_5369butterscotchvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526555023977816818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJEg2vZIvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-0zuM-UpSko/s200/IMG_5369butterscotchvintage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-595257843484940978?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/595257843484940978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=595257843484940978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/595257843484940978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/595257843484940978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-month-photoshoot-of-lyla.html' title='3 month photoshoot of Lyla'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TLJHLq5s3II/AAAAAAAAAY4/vjb1qRlLP9M/s72-c/IMG_5558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2689245089817918510</id><published>2010-10-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:34:24.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyla is 4 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TKv8LmIcgNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UgCgjj5GS44/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524786644044775634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TKv8LmIcgNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UgCgjj5GS44/s200/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Lyla in today for her 4 month check up and she is just so sweet and precious. She weighed 13.3lbs which puts her in the 30th percentile for weight and she was 24 3/4 in which puts her in the 60th percentile for height. So she is definately not following in Lincolns shoes because she is staying tiny, which I love. I try really hard to cherish these sweet times with her because she is our last baby so as hard as it is sometimes to cherish moments when I have 4 kids needing my attention for different things, I am really trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyla is so fun. she smiles all day long(as long as someone is holding her) and the other kids just love her to pieces. Lincoln has started trying to hold her without us being there to watch him, so I really have to keep and eye on him. I am excited to see her to continue to grow and see her personality even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2689245089817918510?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2689245089817918510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2689245089817918510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2689245089817918510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2689245089817918510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/lyla-is-4-months-old.html' title='Lyla is 4 months old'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TKv8LmIcgNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UgCgjj5GS44/s72-c/IMG_1385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7923141028427275833</id><published>2010-09-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:09:50.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIATI0sY4fI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9E06025xMwE/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512426986206192114" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIATI0sY4fI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9E06025xMwE/s200/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIASqId-JhI/AAAAAAAAAXk/c_vrofzzKYU/s1600/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512426458938484242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIASqId-JhI/AAAAAAAAAXk/c_vrofzzKYU/s200/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIASEaPvFsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/N-7TCENsesQ/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512425810875586242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIASEaPvFsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/N-7TCENsesQ/s200/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIAMeDZcNZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kpDQr45UIYk/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512419654349108626" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIAMeDZcNZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kpDQr45UIYk/s200/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few pictures of our family trip to San Diego last month!! We had soo much fun and the weather was absolutely beautiful!! we went to seaworld and shopped and went to the beach. I will try to post some more pictures tomorrow but for now this is what I could figure out, plus I really have to pick and choose the pictures since we have so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is us at sea world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7923141028427275833?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7923141028427275833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7923141028427275833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7923141028427275833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7923141028427275833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-are-few-pictures-of-our-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TIATI0sY4fI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9E06025xMwE/s72-c/IMG_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-289165532343751623</id><published>2010-09-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:45:19.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im a crappy blogger!!</title><content type='html'>I really want to be good at blogging and I have a ton of cute pics to post but every time I try I can never get the caption under the picture or get the picture where I want it. I have serious computer issues, if it doesn't consist of google and surfing the net than I just cant seem to figure it out. Anyone want to come over and help me so I can post picts of our last vacations and my sweet kiddos? Any help would be appreciated, I am so computer-illiterate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-289165532343751623?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/289165532343751623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=289165532343751623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/289165532343751623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/289165532343751623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-crappy-blogger.html' title='im a crappy blogger!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2380180853791438407</id><published>2010-08-03T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:34:34.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8esDDtxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/K_lUyp4goGs/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501283811494967058" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8esDDtxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/K_lUyp4goGs/s200/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some recent pictures of Lyla, I will post some more soon from her blessing but she is soo sweet. We just love this sweet baby that came to our family. She still gets up all night long which means she is worse than any of the other kids but I see her sweet face and I cant help to fall more in love with her everyday. She is 2 months old now and I dont know where the time has gone, she will have her 2 month check up next week and i will post all her stats then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8eDvYd0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HXlJS3ltoSw/s1600/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501283800675022658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8eDvYd0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HXlJS3ltoSw/s200/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8d6nReFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mNBVIerSk0Y/s1600/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501283798225090642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8d6nReFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mNBVIerSk0Y/s200/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2380180853791438407?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2380180853791438407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2380180853791438407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2380180853791438407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2380180853791438407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-are-some-recent-pictures-of-lyla-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TFh8esDDtxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/K_lUyp4goGs/s72-c/IMG_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5201481366215590515</id><published>2010-08-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T10:49:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce and Lincoln's well checks</title><content type='html'>In june Bryce and Lincoln both had well checks. Bryce is 5 this year and he's getting bigger, slowly but surely..haha his stats were: weight 35lbs(10th%) and Height 42 in(25th%) so hes still a pretty little guy but bigger in our eyes. I cant believe my sweet boy will be in Kindergarten all day in about a week and a half. Time flies when your having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln is by far our biggest kid but he is starting to get picky with food and not eat much so his weight is going down but his head keeps getting bigger. I love his cute big melon!!&lt;br /&gt;his  starts were: weight: 26.6lbs(50%) and height 33in(75%) and head was 20 in(off the charts!!)&lt;br /&gt;He is so much fun most of the time, we are having a hard time with him just wimpering ALL day long and it gets really old especially because he cant really tell us what he wants and he doesnt really know what he wants so it gets a little hard to deal with him, but when he is happy he is the funniest little kid. we are so greatful for these two little boys in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5201481366215590515?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5201481366215590515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5201481366215590515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5201481366215590515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5201481366215590515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/bryce-and-lincolns-well-checks.html' title='Bryce and Lincoln&apos;s well checks'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3267076901219877681</id><published>2010-07-13T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:40:44.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyla's Birth (finally)</title><content type='html'>This all started with the post that I said about the contractions all day on saturday and got sent home. Well that was saturday and sunday I woke up and the contractions were about every 20 mins, so they really slowed down, which I was ok with since my doctor told me on friday that he would be out of town until tuesday so I kept telling myself that I could not have this baby until tuesday. So on sunday we went to church and Im still in nursery so I thought if that didnt put me into labor I dont know what would but the contractions stayed the same all day. So monday I woke up that morning feeling good and I was scheduled to do a nst(non stress test) at the hospital so my mom came over to watch the kids so I could do that and then the kids got to finger paint my belly that morning when I got home. The pictures turned out soo cute, Ill have to post those later. Monday mid day contractions started up and were every 6-10 mins so we carried on with our day and went to a bbq since it was memorial day. I woke up at midnight with REAL contractions, these actually were killing my back and I had alot of period type cramps too so I had a feeling this was the real thing. I waited until about 5 am that morning to wake up Mike and said we should probably at least get checked out. I had really fun plans that day so I wanted to either get admitted or be told nothing was happening so I could take my kids to go play at the water park pool. So when we got to the hospital she checked me and I was dialated to 3 and 90% effaced which was 1 centimeter more than saturday. She monitered me for an hour and I got to a 4 so she called the doctor and he made me walk the hospital for an hour and I got to a 5 so the doctor came in and said looks like we are having a baby today. He wanted to really make sure that I was in true labor since I was only 36 weeks. After a couple hours I got to a 6 and he broke my water. My contractions were not regular at all but my back was killing me, Ive never had back labor before so it was a new pain. I got my epidural and felt like I could do this 10times over..haha so when it came time to push the doctor said she was sunny side up, so thats why my back hurt so bad and it took the entire time for her head to come down. We named her Lyla and she weighed 7.3lbs and was 19.5 in. She was absolutely perfect. We could not believe how much hair that girl had and still has it now. we love her so much and feel so blessed that she is ours to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TD0VEC63cMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bNYBbankdiU/s1600/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493570279709307074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TD0VEC63cMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bNYBbankdiU/s200/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TD0VDfD6zRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mcUDkvYXc4k/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493570270083599634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TD0VDfD6zRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mcUDkvYXc4k/s200/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3267076901219877681?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3267076901219877681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3267076901219877681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3267076901219877681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3267076901219877681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/lylas-birth-finally.html' title='Lyla&apos;s Birth (finally)'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TD0VEC63cMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bNYBbankdiU/s72-c/IMG_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1147523846737511718</id><published>2010-06-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:57:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtch0HUlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uYux5KYdWE4/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483393620692652626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtch0HUlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uYux5KYdWE4/s200/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtcD8I7sI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lw5BtEA-HbM/s1600/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483393612673248962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtcD8I7sI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lw5BtEA-HbM/s200/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtbXFDwcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CLn4EXKzujU/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483393600631062978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtbXFDwcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CLn4EXKzujU/s200/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtbPdGZOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hnUhensliLQ/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483393598584415458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtbPdGZOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hnUhensliLQ/s200/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtadreqXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x9QVglFodJc/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483393585222953330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtadreqXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x9QVglFodJc/s200/Copy+of+IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this post is so far behind but I actually have the pictures so I decided to talk about our annual Easter campout. we had so much fun, our good friends Savannah and Landon and their # kids went and my mom and dad and sister and her husband. It got pretty warm during the day but it would cool down really good at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that was NOT fun was the sleeping, Mike and me and all 3 kids were in a tent and being huge and pregnant was not a great idea to sleep on a blowup mattress!! plus we heard Lincoln make baby noises ALL night long which kept us very tired with no sleep, also Mike snores soooooo bad and being couped up next to him was not fun. All in all it was a fun weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had recently got a new camera so some of the flower pictures are me practicing taking close up pics to see what my camera could do. I think they turned out pretty good. &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/2870162893299518737-1147523846737511718?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1147523846737511718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1147523846737511718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1147523846737511718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1147523846737511718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/easter-camping.html' title='Easter camping'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/TBjtch0HUlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uYux5KYdWE4/s72-c/IMG_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7533369112939504552</id><published>2010-05-30T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T06:06:38.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid contractions</title><content type='html'>i thought for sure Lyla was gonna make her entrance yesterday. I started my day off with contractions at about 8am and they were speratic every 5- 15 min for about 5 hours. i had to work so I tried to just ignore then so I could get through my day. In the afternoon they were starting to come more like every 2-5 mins but all day long they never got harder so I again just waited it out. My friend Savannah was over and about the 10 hour mark of contractions said I should probably go in to get checked because they werent stopping. So our husbands stayed home with the kids (they were watching the fight and the game) and savannah took me to the hospital. I thought for sure I was gonna be having her, the day before my dr checked me and I am already 2.5 centimeters dialated and 70% effaced and nope I was not progressing with dialation so they sent me home still having contractions and said good luck come back tomorrow if they get worse. So it was a looonnggg day. but maybe that means my body is practicing really good and it will be soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7533369112939504552?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7533369112939504552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7533369112939504552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7533369112939504552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7533369112939504552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-contractions.html' title='stupid contractions'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-9166178559843453014</id><published>2010-05-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:07:28.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary fall!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I havent posted in soo long and I really do have a ton of pictures and post to update on but it overwhelms me when I think about it so for now Ill just explain how crappy my day was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out great, I was getting Bryce ready for his preschool graduation and needed to run to target for a few quick items. well when I was leaving target I had my purse and bags in my left hand, I was holding Lincoln on my left hip(he is roughly 30 lbs now) and Im 8.5 months pregnant. well, he started to slip off my hip so I tried to jump him back up like everyother time and I completely twisted my ankle and fell to the concrete on the side that I was holding Linc. I can count on one hand how many times I have fallen as an adult and its not fun, but being huge and preggo and holdind a 30 pounder, it was pretty traumatic. My first instinct as a mom was to protect lincoln and not let him hit too hard so I used my whole right side of my body to catch my fall and he started screaming and I started crying of course cuz I am a wimp and it really hurt pretty bad, Im not short so it was a long fall. It happened to be the one day that I chose to wear a skirt, which ended up over my waste at one point in time. Luckily these 2 sweet old men came running over and grabbed my bags and one grabbed Lincoln for me and walked me to my car. I love good samaritans!! I was pretty shooken up and they kept asking me if I was ok and I just kept saying "I think so, I dont know" and at that point it dawned on me that I was pregnant and didnt know what to do. so we got into the car and I called my ob office and started crying again which is totally me because I am not tough at all. They got me in that afternoon and checked me out and they were so sweet to make sure I was doing and feeling ok.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt too concerned about Lyla  because I could definately feel her moving but I felt like I had maybe been leaking so they did an exam and found some fluid, but I had an ultrasound immediatley and everything is perfect as of right now so no worries. She also checked to see if I was dialated and I am 2cm and 50% thinned so that makes me excited that things are getting started. I did scrape my knee up and have a nice purple bruise on my hip and elbow but all in all I am ok, It was just really scary and my body is sooooooo sore today. I feel lucky to have helped lincoln in a way that he didnt get hurt and I didnt land on my stomach so now its just moving on towards having this sweet little girl of ours. I just wanted to document this event so I can remember later which pregnancy it was later in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-9166178559843453014?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9166178559843453014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=9166178559843453014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/9166178559843453014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/9166178559843453014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/scary-fall.html' title='scary fall!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-2282923519528417073</id><published>2010-01-27T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:51:17.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnancy so far...</title><content type='html'>This pregnancy has gone great as far as pregnancy goes. My anxiety is starting to slow down a bit since I can feel the sweet baby moving now. I absolutely LOVE that feeling. I had a little bit of spotting in the beginning but nothing to worry about since so we are chugging along. I had an ultrasound last week and we were able to see that it was a GIRl!! we are soo excited and Bailee couldn't be happier to know she will finally get her little sister. I am soo excited for bows and dresses and little tights and little shiny shoes. Jeans and t shirts do get old after a while...haha but we will be able to dress this little girl of ours so cute, I cant wait. Here is a picture of me at 18.5 weeks preggo, I'm definatley getting bigger, I love pregnant bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2DRBTGpsKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pdXmhexnAOI/s1600-h/P1020516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431570970847064226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2DRBTGpsKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pdXmhexnAOI/s320/P1020516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2282923519528417073?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2282923519528417073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2282923519528417073' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2282923519528417073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2282923519528417073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/pregnancy-so-far.html' title='pregnancy so far...'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2DRBTGpsKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pdXmhexnAOI/s72-c/P1020516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5386135137214578393</id><published>2010-01-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:53:25.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CncltVz2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/NBh3W0C1-uY/s1600-h/P1020452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431525260209278818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CncltVz2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/NBh3W0C1-uY/s320/P1020452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CnbxWrBNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6Zm4MSaj8ZY/s1600-h/P1020440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431525246155556050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CnbxWrBNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6Zm4MSaj8ZY/s320/P1020440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CnbTG3JNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O6F4LcIgmy0/s1600-h/P1020439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431525238036178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CnbTG3JNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O6F4LcIgmy0/s320/P1020439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally convinced Mike that we needed a playground for our backyard. So now that the weather is nice we went and bought one. The kids love it and play outside all the time now which is pretty nice. Mike said if we ever buy another house than we better find one that already has a playground because he doesnt want to have to put another one together. Here are some pics of him, my dad and Paul helping put it together.&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/2870162893299518737-5386135137214578393?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5386135137214578393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5386135137214578393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5386135137214578393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5386135137214578393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-playground.html' title='New playground'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CncltVz2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/NBh3W0C1-uY/s72-c/P1020452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3298452669338790042</id><published>2010-01-27T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:31:13.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln turns 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CiZhpeZdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NSG9KDnYUtQ/s1600-h/P1020497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431519710021576146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CiZhpeZdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NSG9KDnYUtQ/s320/P1020497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CiYxr2-FI/AAAAAAAAAUI/U-q--CMScJg/s1600-h/P1020495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431519697146673234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CiYxr2-FI/AAAAAAAAAUI/U-q--CMScJg/s320/P1020495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe my baby is one. i really don't know where all the time went this past year. It's definately hard with 3 kids but I can finally say I'm getting used to it now. Good thing because pretty soon I will add another sweet baby and things will get crazier. Lincoln has been such a sweet blessing in our lives. After all the heart break and loss that we went through he makes it all seem better somehow. I still wonder what those babies would have been like and what they would look like but I am soo greatful for the sweet family I get to enjoy here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln says a few words that are so cute. He says "puppy" when he sees ANY animal, its so cute. He says "outside" all the time and the minute the back door opens and the kids go out he comes out of know where to go outside with them. He says "mommy and daddy" and recently I taught him how to say "please" he doesnt actually say it like we do but I was getting really tired of him screaming everytime we had food so I taught him in a nice voice to say please and now he doesnt hardly scream anymore and actually uses a really soft voice and says please until he gets some food. Every day I enjoy this boy more and more and feel so lucky that we were blessed to have him in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2ChNsuOLmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6N6Q2Qe9geA/s1600-h/P1020469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431518407324216930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2ChNsuOLmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6N6Q2Qe9geA/s320/P1020469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2ChM-XFdoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fl9uVEJIZkA/s1600-h/P1020462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431518394879145602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2ChM-XFdoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fl9uVEJIZkA/s320/P1020462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2870162893299518737-3298452669338790042?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3298452669338790042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3298452669338790042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3298452669338790042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3298452669338790042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/lincoln-turns-1.html' title='Lincoln turns 1'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/S2CiZhpeZdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NSG9KDnYUtQ/s72-c/P1020497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6287532345497044715</id><published>2010-01-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:15:43.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s-r3ETmYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xKSN0bR64dU/s1600-h/IMG_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425499099335203202" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s-r3ETmYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xKSN0bR64dU/s320/IMG_2271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s9zBXg4MI/AAAAAAAAATI/kKRLA0Dwl48/s1600-h/IMG_2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425498122847576258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s9zBXg4MI/AAAAAAAAATI/kKRLA0Dwl48/s320/IMG_2231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago we had my awesome friend Tara Bowman take some family pictures of us and they turned out soo cute. There are so many to show but it would take all day to upload them that I'm just posting a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s-sVWznOI/AAAAAAAAATY/wMkDyw4nSGU/s1600-h/IMG_2396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425499107465862370" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s-sVWznOI/AAAAAAAAATY/wMkDyw4nSGU/s320/IMG_2396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/DIV&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s_16TNlKI/AAAAAAAAATg/GePr5SCi-LA/s1600-h/IMG_2557BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425500371513349282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s_16TNlKI/AAAAAAAAATg/GePr5SCi-LA/s320/IMG_2557BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6287532345497044715?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6287532345497044715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6287532345497044715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6287532345497044715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6287532345497044715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-pictures.html' title='New pictures'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/S0s-r3ETmYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xKSN0bR64dU/s72-c/IMG_2271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-9097474101932333048</id><published>2009-09-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:14:03.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnknuDEKI/AAAAAAAAASg/JtTsJl4boss/s1600-h/disney4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122720611963042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnknuDEKI/AAAAAAAAASg/JtTsJl4boss/s320/disney4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting in line for splash mountain!! bryce and mommy got so soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnkDBsq4I/AAAAAAAAASY/O2ej3PeL374/s1600-h/disney3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122710762269570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnkDBsq4I/AAAAAAAAASY/O2ej3PeL374/s320/disney3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnjkeAaXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K50a7jWLcyU/s1600-h/disney2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122702559504754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnjkeAaXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K50a7jWLcyU/s320/disney2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnjHhDEJI/AAAAAAAAASI/6VsiGtbROgw/s1600-h/disney1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387122694787633298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnjHhDEJI/AAAAAAAAASI/6VsiGtbROgw/s320/disney1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had so much fun at disneyland this year. Bryce was just barely tall enough for the rides but to my surprise he was pretty hesitant to ride any of them. He did ride them but everytime we got off he would say " I dont really like that one, I dont want to go on it again" but Bailee is jsut the opposite and loves all of them and wanted to ride them over and over again. Anyone that know her, knows shes not too much of a risk taker but she definately loves disneyland(minus the characters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get stranded once while we were in california and it was horrible. The weather was 100 degrees and our car broke down on the freeway the day after we got there so we pulled off the exit and poor Mike had to push the suburban a good 1/4 mile to park it. we eventually got it towed to pepboys and 800 dollars later and 4 hrs we were back to driving in crazy california. It definately wasnt the best day because we did a lot of walking and pushing bryce and bailee in one single stroller which can get pretty heavy. All in all it was a very fun, productive, relaxing trip.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLoz-oH67I/AAAAAAAAAS4/SN5KF3-wB88/s1600-h/tigger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124083970796466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLoz-oH67I/AAAAAAAAAS4/SN5KF3-wB88/s320/tigger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLozeH28sI/AAAAAAAAASw/ntdm0l_NZys/s1600-h/mickey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124075245531842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLozeH28sI/AAAAAAAAASw/ntdm0l_NZys/s320/mickey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLoy6cr_vI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZBqfYHtyYlk/s1600-h/marypoppins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387124065669218034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLoy6cr_vI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZBqfYHtyYlk/s320/marypoppins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-9097474101932333048?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9097474101932333048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=9097474101932333048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/9097474101932333048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/9097474101932333048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/disneyland.html' title='disneyland'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLnknuDEKI/AAAAAAAAASg/JtTsJl4boss/s72-c/disney4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3334531971842518266</id><published>2009-09-29T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:55:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had soo much fun on our California trip last weekend. It was actually really nice not to have Lincoln to feed and change and naps. I missed him sooo much though it was killing me inside. Luckily when my mom had him she would send me pics of him on my phone and that definatley was so nice to get to see.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi5VSLwxI/AAAAAAAAARw/ScrgL2ywuw8/s1600-h/cali3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117578882368274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi5VSLwxI/AAAAAAAAARw/ScrgL2ywuw8/s320/cali3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is on the Pier at newport! It was soo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi41jOcqI/AAAAAAAAARo/O-hvlB4W_a4/s1600-h/cali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117570363912866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi41jOcqI/AAAAAAAAARo/O-hvlB4W_a4/s320/cali2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailee took this picture of us and I think she did a really good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi4gCUdDI/AAAAAAAAARg/1b5H8VNrODE/s1600-h/cali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117564588749874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi4gCUdDI/AAAAAAAAARg/1b5H8VNrODE/s320/cali1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we got to ride the farris wheel at newport. The kids loved it. It was just a little teaser to what was to come for disneyland the next day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLkjjHVpOI/AAAAAAAAASA/5CW7XJ3X6Ec/s1600-h/farriswheel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119403661108450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLkjjHVpOI/AAAAAAAAASA/5CW7XJ3X6Ec/s320/farriswheel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLkjN88XGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xSGMDYn3mKk/s1600-h/farriswheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387119397980363874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLkjN88XGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xSGMDYn3mKk/s320/farriswheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3334531971842518266?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3334531971842518266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3334531971842518266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3334531971842518266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3334531971842518266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-had-soo-much-fun-on-our-california.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLi5VSLwxI/AAAAAAAAARw/ScrgL2ywuw8/s72-c/cali3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2055596365570093921</id><published>2009-09-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:39:03.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailees cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgu25q7oI/AAAAAAAAARY/GexGD8Zi18Q/s1600-h/cast+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115199904542338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgu25q7oI/AAAAAAAAARY/GexGD8Zi18Q/s320/cast+on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLguiYWLLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gkTiEQDKn90/s1600-h/cast3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115194396060850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLguiYWLLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gkTiEQDKn90/s320/cast3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgt4ZVbjI/AAAAAAAAARI/1XhxZ492qgw/s1600-h/cast2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115183125917234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgt4ZVbjI/AAAAAAAAARI/1XhxZ492qgw/s320/cast2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgtBuYbvI/AAAAAAAAARA/_LjD57rEaZs/s1600-h/cast1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115168450244338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgtBuYbvI/AAAAAAAAARA/_LjD57rEaZs/s320/cast1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... as most of you know now bailee didnt actually break her foot. I took her to the doctor and the exray tech said it was broken so the next day I took her to the orthopedic guy and they looked at the exrays and said they couldnt see anything. In the mean time Bailee couldnt walk on her foot and she was agonizing in pain(especially since Im this best mom in the world to make her walk on it the 24 hours previously)so the doctor said they would cast it no matter what so they did and she was not a happy camper for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crutches were definately one of the hardest things to force your child to use. I can get her to eat veggies and I can pick out clothes or make her do her homework but to actually force someone to use crutches is pretty impossible! It was a pretty fun week to say the least. About half way through the week she was able to move her toes and could touch her foot inside the cast without pain so the friday of our california trip we took her to get it off. She was totally fine and could walk across the room so the doctor felt fine with that and we had a blast in California.&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/2870162893299518737-2055596365570093921?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2055596365570093921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2055596365570093921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2055596365570093921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2055596365570093921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/bailees-cast.html' title='Bailees cast'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLgu25q7oI/AAAAAAAAARY/GexGD8Zi18Q/s72-c/cast+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1391454015208096763</id><published>2009-09-29T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:30:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>church outfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLevQzOuzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JscTGLst4LE/s1600-h/church2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387113007833594674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLevQzOuzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JscTGLst4LE/s320/church2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLeu9s1QjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fXXpu2zh6oE/s1600-h/church1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387113002706485810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLeu9s1QjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fXXpu2zh6oE/s320/church1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo bummed I haven't taken this cute little church outfit out earlier. Lincoln has gotten so big so fast that I thought I still had some time but he might only wear it a couple of times and thats it but he looks so dang cute I had to show everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1391454015208096763?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1391454015208096763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1391454015208096763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1391454015208096763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1391454015208096763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/church-outfit.html' title='church outfit'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SsLevQzOuzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JscTGLst4LE/s72-c/church2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5226177852598210504</id><published>2009-08-26T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:43:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going insane</title><content type='html'>I know this is all part of motherhood but I definitely need a break from the screaming from my baby. Everyday at bed time I cannot get him in bed soon enough to end the all day crying spell. I seriously dont know what to do. If anyone has any options for me please let me know, I really cant take it anymore. He is the sweetest best baby if Im holding him all day but really who has nothing to do all day to just sit on the couch all day and do nothing, believe me I would love to do that but I do have to get other things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I love that my weight watcher plan is working. Im down 13lbs now and i feel really good, which makes me happier with myself which helps me be happier to my kids. Im definitely going to keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom is the hardest and most wonderful thing Ive ever done. I love my sweet kids and the cute things they say and how much they learn everyday. thanks to all you moms out there that teach me to be a better mom everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5226177852598210504?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5226177852598210504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5226177852598210504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5226177852598210504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5226177852598210504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-insane.html' title='going insane'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-2379324903580092233</id><published>2009-08-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:08:11.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>Bailee is now a big 2nd grader!! She always says shes not excited to go to school but i think secretly she likes it on most days. But it was so fun this year to pick out her first day of school outfit. The night before we layed out a bunch of shirts and bottoms and decided what goes together and what doesnt. She is growing up so much and becoming so much more fun to be around and actually have conversations with and I love how she is starting to make her own choices about things instead of always wanting to know what I think first. She looked so cute that first day. Plus I gave her a perm the week before school started and I LOVE it. It makes it so easy in the morning to do her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/Soon5molNMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/R4NV30CSz_g/s1600-h/2ndgrade2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371149376169522370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/Soon5molNMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/R4NV30CSz_g/s320/2ndgrade2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/Soon5N7OL_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8C7z876uszQ/s1600-h/2ndgrade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371149369536819186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/Soon5N7OL_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8C7z876uszQ/s320/2ndgrade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2379324903580092233?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2379324903580092233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2379324903580092233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2379324903580092233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2379324903580092233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/Soon5molNMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/R4NV30CSz_g/s72-c/2ndgrade2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3316319657673512096</id><published>2009-08-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:55:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First biter biscuit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookhuASpII/AAAAAAAAAQI/Urx4Z8_QB8Y/s1600-h/biterbisquet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371145667296273538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookhuASpII/AAAAAAAAAQI/Urx4Z8_QB8Y/s320/biterbisquet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so Lincoln has totally been soo crabby lately and he definately has a reasone.... his first tooth has come in. So the other day I was at the store and decided that I would try a biter biscuit... big mistake. Luckily I only had him in a diaper because he had that thing in crevases I didnt know he had. So these are him in a quick bath in the sink. But hes so stinkin cute, I just dont know if ill ever give him one of those ever again. I dont really think its worth the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookiyyZosI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vHPz_AY0A7Q/s1600-h/haircut2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371145685760058050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookiyyZosI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vHPz_AY0A7Q/s320/haircut2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookiFPHXaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QU5-vbsHtco/s1600-h/haircut1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371145673532464546" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookiFPHXaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QU5-vbsHtco/s320/haircut1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookiFPHXaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QU5-vbsHtco/s1600-h/haircut1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;This was Lincolns first haircut. We put him in the bumbo so it would be easier. doesnt he look so cute? He looks like a midget in the chair with the cape on. But now he is sooo handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookiFPHXaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QU5-vbsHtco/s1600-h/haircut1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3316319657673512096?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3316319657673512096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3316319657673512096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3316319657673512096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3316319657673512096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-biter-biscuit.html' title='First biter biscuit!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SookhuASpII/AAAAAAAAAQI/Urx4Z8_QB8Y/s72-c/biterbisquet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6672075140949795364</id><published>2009-04-28T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:43:49.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet baby</title><content type='html'>Here are some cute pictures of my sweetest boy Lincoln. Thanks Meredith for this lifesavor of a chair because it really does make Link feel like a big boy and he can just sit up at the kitchen table with us and is as happy as can be. I love these bunbos.Of course I had to post a cute picture of me and Link together because that never happens and I actually looked cute for church. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAjti6_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/LDHj0R4Abqw/s1600-h/mommy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329922207649033202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAjti6_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/LDHj0R4Abqw/s320/mommy1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAWZSmeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/otpfzpO6QAk/s1600-h/bumbo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329922204074416610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAWZSmeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/otpfzpO6QAk/s320/bumbo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAIQKAXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pYAlXsgOc5k/s1600-h/bumbo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329922200278008178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAIQKAXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pYAlXsgOc5k/s320/bumbo1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6672075140949795364?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6672075140949795364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6672075140949795364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6672075140949795364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6672075140949795364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-baby.html' title='sweet baby'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfewAjti6_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/LDHj0R4Abqw/s72-c/mommy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7720629088582945869</id><published>2009-04-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:38:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfevT7zfyDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xLvZhke1x2s/s1600-h/ptests.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329921441022330930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfevT7zfyDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xLvZhke1x2s/s320/ptests.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I think I might have an obsession with pregnancy tests. I was soo excited to find out I was preggo with Lincoln that I secretly bought ptests and hid them under my side of the sink so Mike wouldnt see how crazy I am. So the other day I decided to clean the cabinets out in the bathroom and I found out how crazy obsessed I was. I just thought this was a funny picture. Yes, this was all for Lincoln.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7720629088582945869?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7720629088582945869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7720629088582945869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7720629088582945869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7720629088582945869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/04/obsession.html' title='obsession????'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SfevT7zfyDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xLvZhke1x2s/s72-c/ptests.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-4960893141287181637</id><published>2009-03-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:47:43.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblKpnOWlFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q1bmgfduudk/s1600-h/anniversary2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312359314224485458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblKpnOWlFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q1bmgfduudk/s320/anniversary2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblKoacgzGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PR7IkVV6EIM/s1600-h/anniversary1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312359293614345314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblKoacgzGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PR7IkVV6EIM/s320/anniversary1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary on tuesday the 10th and I havent had time to post about it yet. We didnt actually get to do anything fun being a weekday and all. But this weekend my sister is gonna watch the kids so we can go do something fun. But I just want to say that I love mike more and more every year. I am soo greatful that I get to spend eternity with such a great man. He is a good dad and the kids love him so much. I love that we are a good balance for eachother. He is way more calm and laid back and Im the opposite and we work well together. I cant wait to spend many more years together!&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/2870162893299518737-4960893141287181637?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4960893141287181637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4960893141287181637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4960893141287181637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4960893141287181637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblKpnOWlFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q1bmgfduudk/s72-c/anniversary2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-4115602034403499341</id><published>2009-03-12T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:42:29.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincolns baby blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblJb4-l3CI/AAAAAAAAAPM/coZw3VKtwVk/s1600-h/blessing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312357978960419874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblJb4-l3CI/AAAAAAAAAPM/coZw3VKtwVk/s320/blessing1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know these are late but I actually forgot that I took these pictures and just realized it so Im posting it now. Mike is such an awesome dad and a wonderful husband. Im greatful to have a husband that can perform such a sweet blessing. He did such a great job. He usually gets really emotional with things like this and I thought this one would have been even more so with everything we have been through to get our sweet baby Lincoln here with us, but he held it together and Lincolns blessing was beautiful. Sheila(my mother in law) made his cute little outfit and we are very greatful for that. She made the same one for Bryce when he was blessed. It will be cute when the boys are older and know that their blessing outfits are the same. Thank you Sheila for being such a good grandma, we love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-4115602034403499341?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4115602034403499341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4115602034403499341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4115602034403499341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4115602034403499341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/03/lincolns-baby-blessing.html' title='Lincolns baby blessing'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblJb4-l3CI/AAAAAAAAAPM/coZw3VKtwVk/s72-c/blessing1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-945189879934222259</id><published>2009-03-12T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:36:26.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some more random picts of the boys. I need to take more of Bailee but she is at school during the day when I take more pictures so we need to get some more of her on here! But seriously can you resist those cheeks on my sweet baby? I just love that Lincoln is such a chunk! My milk must be doing his body good..haha&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHXckVYmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CpNvejgmTjs/s1600-h/cheeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312355703591363170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHXckVYmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CpNvejgmTjs/s320/cheeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHXP2W1yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WtTZolDDHyg/s1600-h/nakedbaby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312355700177295138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHXP2W1yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WtTZolDDHyg/s320/nakedbaby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHWhRUFII/AAAAAAAAAO0/9z2FLUyJwj0/s1600-h/brothers1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312355687673894018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHWhRUFII/AAAAAAAAAO0/9z2FLUyJwj0/s320/brothers1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-945189879934222259?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/945189879934222259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=945189879934222259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/945189879934222259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/945189879934222259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-are-some-more-random-picts-of-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SblHXckVYmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CpNvejgmTjs/s72-c/cheeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7765555507095716728</id><published>2009-02-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:03:15.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy &amp; Lincoln</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagOt5ieuBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/h9VtUOxIKNs/s1600-h/momlincoln.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307508342558472210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagOt5ieuBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/h9VtUOxIKNs/s400/momlincoln.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture. No one ever thinks to take pictures of the mom. So the only way I get in pictures is if I ask at a given moment to have Mike or someone take a picture. So the other day was actually a day where I got ready and realized I dont have any pictures of Me and my sweet baby. I thought it turned out cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7765555507095716728?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7765555507095716728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7765555507095716728' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7765555507095716728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7765555507095716728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-lincoln.html' title='Mommy &amp; Lincoln'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagOt5ieuBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/h9VtUOxIKNs/s72-c/momlincoln.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6775534686003083767</id><published>2009-02-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:59:26.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307506356903325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagM6UZZrsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/aIbIlS0a_eM/s200/linc+jail.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagM6AnqiDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HtD9FkU_zuk/s1600-h/dadkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307506351594440754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagM6AnqiDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HtD9FkU_zuk/s200/dadkids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life around the Porter home has been a bit crazy for me. I think I have a few extra hormones this time around and they are driving me crazy and Im sure they are driving mike crazy too. I cant seem to keep calm at every moment. I am also blaming it on the breastfeeding, its not something I enjoy at all so its really frustrating and I think thats kinda bringing me down. Plus Lincoln thinks he needs to be held 24 hours a day and thats hard too. My house is a mess and I feel like i dont get anything done. But I couldnt ask for a sweeter baby boy and I love him so much. We waited along time for him and thats what keeps me going.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagKku_HOpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TQLLk01tgPE/s1600-h/robot1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307503787060443794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagKku_HOpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TQLLk01tgPE/s320/robot1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailee read a book at school called my robot and the teacher sent home a paper saying they could bring their robot in on friday if they wanted to so this is what Mike helped her make last night. They were supposed to gather recycled items and make the robot. I think it turned out pretty cute, Bailee was ssoooo proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307506361630712914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagM6mAf5FI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FklFsMCkIRk/s200/lincsleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ithought this was one of the most precious pictures of Lincoln that I actually took. I usually dont take really cute pictures but this one turned out good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6775534686003083767?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6775534686003083767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6775534686003083767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6775534686003083767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6775534686003083767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SagM6UZZrsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/aIbIlS0a_eM/s72-c/linc+jail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2138802278534479132</id><published>2009-01-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:44:15.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry i have not posted!!</title><content type='html'>I have tried multiple times now to post some new pics of Lincoln and the kids and so far everytime it has failed. I get soo frustrated dealing with this blog its almost more trouble than its worth. If any one wants to come help my with it sometime I would really appreciate it. But honestly everytime I try to upload the pics it just stays blank forever and never actually loads them onto the page. So anyways, Lincoln is doing great! He has surpassed his birthweight by alot this week so the breastfeeding thing is working much to my surprise. He gained over an ounce a day his second week of life. We love him soo much and are soo glad he is finally here and we can kiss him all day. The kids absolutely love him to peices and cant smother him enough. Im a little sleep deprived but thats to be expected right? Other than that I am doing great. Just a little bragging note... I got my prepregnancy pants on yesterday!! Yay for me, i just had to let people know because I was terrified that this baby would put me over the edge and I would never get back in my pants. I will try to post pictures when i can figure it out or when my computer wants to cooperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2138802278534479132?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2138802278534479132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2138802278534479132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2138802278534479132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2138802278534479132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-i-have-not-posted.html' title='sorry i have not posted!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-1584049105889828449</id><published>2009-01-12T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:23:42.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln's Birthday will be Jan 13(which is tomorrow)</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post about my very last doctors appt and let everyone know the details. I dont know when i will actually post again but it will be with pictures of the sweet baby boy. I went in today and I am 4 cm dialated and close to 100% effaced. Thats pretty good for not being in labor yet. Anyways, my original induction date is monday the 19th and my doctor told me he would see me then. Well then we got a phone call today at 4:15pm and it was my doctor asking if we would rather come in tomorrow at 9am instead because he had a cancellation due to some other lady having her baby today. "well duh!! like im gonna say no i want to wait till monday" anyways I told him of course we would be there. So needless to say we are ecstatic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been awesome and full of ups and downs as far as my own anxieties about everything. The actual pregnancy itself has been great, I cant complain about that. But i am ready to finally get to hold, smell, love, hug, kiss and anything else this sweet baby boy that we have tried so hard to get the past two years. Its all worth it thought. I will update later to let everyone know how it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1584049105889828449?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1584049105889828449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1584049105889828449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1584049105889828449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1584049105889828449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/lincolns-birthday-will-be-jan-13which.html' title='Lincoln&apos;s Birthday will be Jan 13(which is tomorrow)'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-5759758570839258068</id><published>2009-01-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:15:26.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Holiday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2fmeGMi1I/AAAAAAAAANc/rLGhx9Gin7g/s1600-h/girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286557020865727314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2fmeGMi1I/AAAAAAAAANc/rLGhx9Gin7g/s320/girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was me and sweet Bailee right before church on my birthday. I thought we looked soo cute for church that day that I couldnt waste a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286557013487161106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2fmCnAjxI/AAAAAAAAANU/vDvdybOSV2o/s320/Christmas+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres Bailee decorating the tree. The tree in the picture really looks small but it does look a little bigger in really life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2hPVm9YAI/AAAAAAAAANk/uQuwoesHa4k/s1600-h/rudolph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558822473490434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2hPVm9YAI/AAAAAAAAANk/uQuwoesHa4k/s320/rudolph.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think santa left rudolph at our house!! I went to pick Bryce up from preschool and the teacher had all the little kids outside in the fron yard all looking like rudolph and it was the cutest site to see. Bryce left those antlers and nose the rest of the day and wanted daddy to see how cute he was. I dont know how anyone could make fun of rudolph when hes soo dang cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2h-4NcKJI/AAAAAAAAANs/W1OJjf7WN2s/s1600-h/santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286559639215548562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2h-4NcKJI/AAAAAAAAANs/W1OJjf7WN2s/s320/santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This day was monumental!! Bailee has never sat on santas lap and not screamed her head off. usually we even have to stay upstairs in the mall so we dont get too close. But for some reason this year she was determined to sit on his lap and tell him what she wanted. She still was a little apprehensive to be too close but she was soo proud of herself the rest of the night and we were so proud too. we will see what next year brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5759758570839258068?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5759758570839258068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5759758570839258068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5759758570839258068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5759758570839258068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-holiday-pictures.html' title='Random Holiday Pictures'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2fmeGMi1I/AAAAAAAAANc/rLGhx9Gin7g/s72-c/girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2007969810186661083</id><published>2009-01-01T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:57:46.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger bread houses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the week of Christmas, the kids really wanted to make a gingerbread house so we decided to make a day out of it. They had alot of fun. Mike and I had to do the icing because that would not be too fun to clean up so the kids were fine with that as long as Bryce could eat everyother piece of candy he was good. They turned out too cute but what do you do with them after Christmas? I dont want to throw all there hard work out the drain. Anyways it was a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9oAgvfI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vk-dZG4Lf1A/s1600-h/gingerhouse2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286555219639975410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9oAgvfI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vk-dZG4Lf1A/s320/gingerhouse2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9TxmQoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/i4h7-MgSDaY/s1600-h/ginger+house+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286555214208713346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9TxmQoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/i4h7-MgSDaY/s320/ginger+house+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9Asd2vI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GUOcW23XlgE/s1600-h/ginger+house1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286555209086917362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9Asd2vI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GUOcW23XlgE/s320/ginger+house1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d96d9axI/AAAAAAAAANM/_seHacD56uU/s1600-h/gingerhouse+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286555224595327762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d96d9axI/AAAAAAAAANM/_seHacD56uU/s320/gingerhouse+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look how cute their houses turned out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2007969810186661083?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2007969810186661083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2007969810186661083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2007969810186661083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2007969810186661083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/ginger-bread-houses.html' title='Ginger bread houses!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2d9oAgvfI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vk-dZG4Lf1A/s72-c/gingerhouse2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3017973726493925215</id><published>2009-01-01T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:45:32.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a fun day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZLXUzxxI/AAAAAAAAALs/6G5GHCzN6zM/s1600-h/diapercake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286549958121735954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZLXUzxxI/AAAAAAAAALs/6G5GHCzN6zM/s320/diapercake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZKneFc5I/AAAAAAAAALk/JOa7u34dM_Q/s1600-h/food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286549945275741074" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZKneFc5I/AAAAAAAAALk/JOa7u34dM_Q/s320/food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wonderful diaper cake and the food display!! Yummy can we do that again?..jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZL3J6lyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tcVRv7PT39U/s1600-h/shower1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286549966665979682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZL3J6lyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tcVRv7PT39U/s320/shower1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The week before Thanksgiving I had a wonderful baby shower thrown for my by my good friends Melissa, Jans, and Savannah. The day was sooo much fun and I really appreciate everyone that came and supported my little future miracle. I cant wait to see all the cute outfits and blankets on sweet little Lincoln in the very near future. Jana did such an amazing job on the diaper cake and I can tell it took soo long to get it together because taking that cake apart was torture..haha. Thank you girls for all the hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2aviEylZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7K0PStd0754/s1600-h/shower5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286551678994257298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2aviEylZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7K0PStd0754/s320/shower5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2avVZCH9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VaJuS0euvWY/s1600-h/shower4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286551675589500882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2avVZCH9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VaJuS0euvWY/s320/shower4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2au7h9aXI/AAAAAAAAAME/pxsH4TRaiE8/s1600-h/shower3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286551668647618930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2au7h9aXI/AAAAAAAAAME/pxsH4TRaiE8/s320/shower3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2aukQJE2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LtCIUUtx0V0/s1600-h/shower2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3017973726493925215?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3017973726493925215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3017973726493925215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3017973726493925215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3017973726493925215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-fun-day-wonderful-diaper-cake-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SV2ZLXUzxxI/AAAAAAAAALs/6G5GHCzN6zM/s72-c/diapercake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2846090603944881326</id><published>2008-11-17T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:10:59.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to VENT!!!</title><content type='html'>I am soo sick and tired of not speaking my mind! There are some certain people in my life that need to grow up and realize that the world doesnt revolve around them. Im tired of having my feelings on the back burner to make everyone else happy. The holidays are supposed to be a time for being thankful for what we have and being happy and at this moment im very upset at the way these people make me feel. I'll get over it because thats how i am but i just had to vent a little about whats making me emotional right now! thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2846090603944881326?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2846090603944881326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2846090603944881326' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2846090603944881326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2846090603944881326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-vent.html' title='I need to VENT!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-7065648905123921448</id><published>2008-11-11T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:44:15.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>A while back my friend Kristy tagged me and im finally getting around to doing it so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 random things about me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love being a girl! And all the things that go with that such as getting my nails done and getting pedicures. Those little things in life make me a little bit happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I love doing hair. And Ive loved it since i was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Im a procrostinator and i hate that about myself. If anyone has a way for me to be better let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I only have 1 sibling and she is 5 years younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love my husband Mike with all my heart and soul. Hes the best dad and husband I could have ever hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints! Believe it or not the trials that i have endured have actually strengthened my testimony over the last 2 years more than i thought it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My kids drive me crazy on a regular basis but i would not trade a day in the world without them, i love them so much and cant wait to add another precious baby to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw i tag Jana and Savannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7065648905123921448?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7065648905123921448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7065648905123921448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7065648905123921448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7065648905123921448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5935861499576091777</id><published>2008-11-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:03:49.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voted!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I am soo proud of myself. I registered to vote for the first time this year and Mike and I went to vote this afternoon. It felt good to be a part of the community and hope that my little measly vote counts. Just thought i would let everyone know what I did today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5935861499576091777?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5935861499576091777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5935861499576091777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5935861499576091777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5935861499576091777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/11/voted.html' title='Voted!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1101159358113515647</id><published>2008-11-01T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:44:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 4 weeks</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday i went to my ob appt. It was another 4 weeks gone and i made it!! yay. All is great. The heartbeat was perfect, but the funny thing was is that i had to do the glucose test and about 30 min after i drank the solution, Lincoln started moving like never before. The nurse couldnt hardly find the heartbeat because my stomach was going crazy. And you could hear him moving around in the doppler. So i might have to watch this kid around sugar..haha. Everything else went fine and the doctor wants to see me every 2 weeks now so the time will go by soo fast. And he is gonna give me another ultrasound next time too. So i have a ton to look forward to this next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1101159358113515647?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1101159358113515647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1101159358113515647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1101159358113515647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1101159358113515647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-4-weeks.html' title='Another 4 weeks'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-8357870599976733782</id><published>2008-10-22T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:26:26.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall break in San Diego</title><content type='html'>So while Bailee and Bryce had their fall breaks this year we decided to go to Goood ol California! We had soo much fun. I love these trips where we dont really plan anything, its just do what we feel like and alot of relaxing. The only thing we had planned was to go to the san diego zoo. We left arizona on wed afternoon and got to our hotel that night and of course that was the hightlight of our time in cali. The kids just always wanted to go back to the hotel to play. Its amazing the little things that can make my kids happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thursday we ended up at mission beach where the kids got to play at the park and the weather was PERFECT. then we headed down to sit at the beach for a while but my kids arent too fond of the water so we decided to go get some lunch. Of course we had to spend some quality time in the major chlorine filled pool. The that night we ended up in old town sandiego and i had never been there so that was fun to see the historical buildings and the cute little shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FbZRqzaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/snxiC46n_WA/s1600-h/Baileeswing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069595479985570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FbZRqzaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/snxiC46n_WA/s320/Baileeswing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069599148051762" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="249" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-Fbm8NDTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kvg_6O8whjg/s320/bryceswing.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FcGRJs1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BVAv5zxZh6s/s1600-h/daddyswing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069607557411666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FcGRJs1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BVAv5zxZh6s/s320/daddyswing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FcZJ5QkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nk4D8FiG5yQ/s1600-h/mommyswing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260069612627247682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FcZJ5QkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nk4D8FiG5yQ/s320/mommyswing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-Iyq9_qnI/AAAAAAAAALU/894YvhQBkqs/s1600-h/beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073293901179506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-Iyq9_qnI/AAAAAAAAALU/894YvhQBkqs/s200/beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us at the beach for 5 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-IySDPbfI/AAAAAAAAALM/k9sJYvEdro8/s1600-h/cutepreggo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073287212297714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-IySDPbfI/AAAAAAAAALM/k9sJYvEdro8/s200/cutepreggo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute preggo pic, I actually look kinda skinny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is when we ended up at the zoo and that is seriously the best zoo ever. We were there all day and got to ride the sky ride thing and the tour bus around the park and of course alot of walking.The most amazing part of this zoo trip was the 4 week old gorilla!! Talk about the cutest thing ever, Bailee could not stop talking about that baby all weekend. The fun thing about this gorilla was that when we got to see the baby it was the first showing hes ever had to the public. There was also plenty of other babies at the zoo and lots of other amazing animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HBzvRyTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/K1Esl_s7t18/s1600-h/babygorilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260071354930153778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HBzvRyTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/K1Esl_s7t18/s200/babygorilla.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HCPGZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/btopVi1Kp90/s1600-h/babygorilla3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260071362274910754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HCPGZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/btopVi1Kp90/s200/babygorilla3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-IxzPsDxI/AAAAAAAAALE/CWA4jnkvl6M/s1600-h/polarbear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073278943006482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-IxzPsDxI/AAAAAAAAALE/CWA4jnkvl6M/s200/polarbear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gorilla only 4 weeks old!! Look at that hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-IxUzSwaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/a4DGTkUIeeg/s1600-h/panda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073270770844066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-IxUzSwaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/a4DGTkUIeeg/s200/panda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a cute panda bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HD1ROIsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6uWzRadlHg/s1600-h/skyride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260071389700694722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HD1ROIsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O6uWzRadlHg/s200/skyride.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HEz_TLiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wkdSLN-m_og/s1600-h/skyride2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260071406536961570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-HEz_TLiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wkdSLN-m_og/s200/skyride2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family on the skyfari ride, It was so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in old town san diego there was soo many mexican food restraunts that i really wanted to eat at and Mike absolutely hates mexican food and i could eat it for every meal. So he compromised with me and told me that saturday for lunch we could eat at one and he would suffer through it(i always get my way...jk) we had so much fun that weekend the kids were soo good. Now bryce always talks about not liking our house he only wants to live in a hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-8357870599976733782?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8357870599976733782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=8357870599976733782' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8357870599976733782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8357870599976733782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break-in-san-diego.html' title='Fall break in San Diego'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SP-FbZRqzaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/snxiC46n_WA/s72-c/Baileeswing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2168300704235960025</id><published>2008-10-02T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:58:10.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OB appt!</title><content type='html'>So I totally made it 4 whole weeks for my ob appt!! I didnt even call the doctors office one time. I actually surprise myself sometimes. Mike even told me that ive been doing really good lately not getting anxiety due to this pregnancy. Everything went really good. The hearbeat was 159 which is really good and strong and my weight is... well its the other thing in pregnancy i hate. I hate seeing the numbers get higher and higher each month but im up 10 lbs total so far and i gained 7 of it in 4 weeks..ahhhhhh! i hope next month brings a little better number. But i guess the pumpkin pie and the bread im eating doesnt help!! Other than that i go in 4 more weeks and get to do the glucose test...yay for me. But as bad as that drink is, it lets me know that im getting farther along and thats really reassuring. I can feel Lincoln move all the time now and that is the best thing in the whole world, I love it. So that was my day so far and tonight i get to work really late so i better go rest for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2168300704235960025?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2168300704235960025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2168300704235960025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2168300704235960025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2168300704235960025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/ob-appt.html' title='OB appt!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3125019518664001243</id><published>2008-09-18T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:16:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce is in preschool!!!</title><content type='html'>I know its been forever since i have blogged but im just not a good blogger. Two weeks ago today Bryce started preschool. I cant believe my baby is old enough for preschool. Time really flys when youre having fun. He was sooo excited to finally go to school like his big sister does. When we dropped him off he didnt even bat an eye over it and was totally fine leaving us for the 2 hours. If any of you know bryce really good you know that he is very much a daddys boy and I as his mom pretty much doesnt exist most days. But I was soo excited to pick him up with dad and bailee and he told me that he missed mommy!! And when mike asked him if he missed him, bryce said "no i only missed my mommy" i seriously wanted to cry, i guess i do exist somewhat in his world. But he did great and really likes it.Its not bad he goes only thursdays and fridays from 11-1:15 so its not too long but just long enough. we are soo proud of him and know he is gonna do just fine in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4b7SVsgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rDKvqG9FWU8/s1600-h/bryce+backpack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247388937006461442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4b7SVsgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rDKvqG9FWU8/s320/bryce+backpack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4cN0t61I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7gsVqnnkZJ8/s1600-h/mrs.+kerry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247388941982493522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4cN0t61I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7gsVqnnkZJ8/s320/mrs.+kerry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is his teacher Mrs.Kerry! she is soo sweet and is most definately a preschool teacher. She has soo much energy its amazing! and she is the same teacher that bailee went too as well so she know us really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4cZV2XOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TDpqLOtuimA/s1600-h/end+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247388945074248930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4cZV2XOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TDpqLOtuimA/s320/end+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bryce when he finished with school that first day and he still looks happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3125019518664001243?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3125019518664001243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3125019518664001243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3125019518664001243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3125019518664001243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/09/bryce-is-in-preschool.html' title='Bryce is in preschool!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SNJ4b7SVsgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rDKvqG9FWU8/s72-c/bryce+backpack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2945383175340131305</id><published>2008-09-03T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:48:55.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>I just hought i would share a funny sotry about a ruby! I know not something you probably want to read about, but the story is pretty good. My mom has had this ruby ring that i have wanted since i was a little girl. It was handed down through the years from my dads side of the family. In my eyes it was the prettiest thing i had ever seen. well about 10 years ago my mother had it changed from a ring into a necklace pendant. I was really upset about it. But i convinced her in the last couple of weeks to give it to me since this ruby came from my side of the family and my mom and day are no longer married. so she finally gave it up. The jeweler that changed the ring 10 years ago looked at it and said it was worth 5000 dollars!!! crazy, so anyways i took it to a jeweler that i know and he looked at it and said it was fake!! WHAT???? so he took it to a ruby expert and that guy said it was fake too. so i immediatley told my mom that shed been had by that jeweler years ago and he stole our ruby. I was distraught. so i had to tell the news to my dad and he said there is no ways that ruby is fake. so my mom in the mean time was trying to think of the guys name who changed the ruby and just couldnt remember. then my dad called back and said he found out through the family that the ruby was indeed a FAKE!!! I started laughing so hard to know that we all accused this poor guy of stealing our stone and i literally cried for this ruby. In the end i dont actually care if it was real or not i just wanted it to be the same ruby that came from the family. which it is thank goodness. my mom owns a sign and t shirt shop and 2 stores down from her is a jeweler so she went in there last week and he had wanted a new sign for something and they were talking about their hobbies and she realized that he is the same jeweler from 10 years ago. Its just crazy how our world works! the whole time that we were thinking he was a thief, he was 2 doors down! crazy. its a story that just makes me laugh when i think about it, just the fact that we were so sad over it and then everything comes full circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2945383175340131305?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2945383175340131305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2945383175340131305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2945383175340131305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2945383175340131305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1545476229786032390</id><published>2008-09-03T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:35:31.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while!!</title><content type='html'>Well I thought I would catch you up on whats been going on with the Porters. Last week I had an enrichment activity(craft) at my house and that was soo fun. I was actually surprised at how many people showed up. It was a little stressful but We got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then over the labor day weekend we went camping with my family and the kids had a blast. I dont care to camp too much but it was actually somewhat enjoyable(maybe i shouldnt admit that...dont tell mike..hahah) anyway it rained pretty much the whole time we were there but i love, love, love the rain so it was nice. There was a little boy named Reed that was there that was a grandson to one of the families and he was 6 and him and bryce played soooooo good together. It was really nice not to have to entertain him. But bailee on the other hand kept asking me "mom, what can we do now?" I told her " Bailee we are doing it, this is what you do when youre camping...nothing" thats why i hate it so much, everyone just sits around and stares at the dirt. Or maybe i just dont know how to entertain myself. Bu all in all it was a fun trip.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mw-OUa9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UwjR9ppcE1Y/s1600-h/bailee+camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mw-OUa9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UwjR9ppcE1Y/s320/bailee+camping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241880745317002194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mw5RPWaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FGwLJ_uJ60U/s1600-h/bryce+camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mw5RPWaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FGwLJ_uJ60U/s320/bryce+camping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241880743987075490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mxCedgtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/djpIiSD63mU/s1600-h/puddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mxCedgtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/djpIiSD63mU/s320/puddle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241880746458448594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that we are looking forward to is my next ultrasound. Its thursday at 8:30am so that will be fun to get to see baby Lincoln for an extended period of time and get to see all his measurement. then on the same day at 11am bryce gets to go to his first day of preschool!!! we are so excited for him and know that he will be such a good boy and learn so much from mrs. kerry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1545476229786032390?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1545476229786032390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1545476229786032390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1545476229786032390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1545476229786032390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SL7mw-OUa9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UwjR9ppcE1Y/s72-c/bailee+camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-8313050759246911917</id><published>2008-08-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:08:34.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor appt today!!!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKTyLniAAvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MSQAU9jU5js/s1600-h/baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKTyLniAAvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MSQAU9jU5js/s200/baby.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234574948315431666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today we went to another doctor appt today at 9;30 this morning. I get soo nervous before my doct appts that i feel like i need to use tha bathroom or i need to throw up. But this appt went really really good!! I had an ultrasound first and the baby was 3 times the size it was 2 weeks ago, its absolutely amazing what our female bodies can do. Anyways, they did all the measuring and she asked us if we wanted to know what the gender was and of course we said yes. We werent sure they would be able to tell because im only 16 weeks but the anatomy was there. There was definitely some junk in between the legs, which means.... its a boy!! we are so excited! Bryce went with us and got to see the baby on the screen and couldnt believe that was the baby in my tummy. But then we had to tell the dreaded news to Bailee who was very insistent on it being a girl. so we picked her up from school and had Bryce tell her, she of course didnt believe him and we had to tell her it was true. So her response was, " well, mommy when you have the next baby then that one can be a girl." So I guess she's not gonna give up on the idea of having a sister. We are gonna name him Lincoln so its fun to know and be able to call him his name and say he or him and not it or baby. Everything else in the ultrasound went great and theres no complications at this time. I go again in 3 weeks for my big ultrasound where they actually measure the legs and arms and check the face and head. we are extatic that everything is going so awesome, any prayers or thoughts that anyone has had for us is truly a blessing and we are very grateful&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKTyMUksuoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lQPfTu8CWqI/s1600-h/its+a+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKTyMUksuoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lQPfTu8CWqI/s200/its+a+boy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234574960406346370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-8313050759246911917?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8313050759246911917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=8313050759246911917' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8313050759246911917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/8313050759246911917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-appt-today.html' title='Doctor appt today!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKTyLniAAvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MSQAU9jU5js/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6784825205665807752</id><published>2008-08-11T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:10:12.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailee's first day of first grade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMb76ILkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iKeZSwJdoqw/s1600-h/stylish+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233477916058725954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMb76ILkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iKeZSwJdoqw/s200/stylish+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMc7QOScI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-SM6c3BJhRY/s1600-h/1st+grade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233477933062834626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMc7QOScI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-SM6c3BJhRY/s200/1st+grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was the first day of school for Bailee. She was not too excited last night when we would talk about it but she was excited to pick out the first outfit(of course)! So this morning mike left for work at 5:30am and he saw that she was already awake!! holy cow she was gonna be tired today.So the kids came and got me about 6:10 and we started our fun day. I could tell she was a lot more excited today to go to school. She actually let me take some cute pictures of her and she even posed for them. Last year for kindergarten she wanted nothing to do with taking pictures or even talking about school the first day. So this was a nice change. I definetley missed her today but the house did stay so much quieter with only Bryce and going to walmart this morning was a peice of cake when you only have one kid asking for toys!! haha Of course i counted the time to go pick her up and was so excited to see her at the end of the day. She said she really likes her teacher and she even made some new friends but she didnt know their names! we are so proud of her and cant wait to see her grow this year. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMxIGgd-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/40r2g50ctRo/s1600-h/desk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233478280109127650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMxIGgd-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/40r2g50ctRo/s200/desk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. She started piano lessons last week and is doing pretty good with them. And I started lessons too. I figured I wouldnt be able to help her if I didnt know how to play at least a little bit, its pretty fun to learn something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6784825205665807752?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6784825205665807752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6784825205665807752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6784825205665807752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6784825205665807752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/08/bailees-first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='Bailee&apos;s first day of first grade!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SKEMb76ILkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iKeZSwJdoqw/s72-c/stylish+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6548037882885400088</id><published>2008-08-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:24:49.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the teacher</title><content type='html'>I know its been a while since i've posted. On thursday night bailee and I went to meet her teacher. She had been talking about it allllllllllll day, so we finally got to go and it was exciting because this year now that she will be a first grader, she gets to have her own desk! Im sure it makes her feel like a big girl because she gets to actually take her own crayons and pencils and a box to keep it in and she doesnt have to share with everyone at the table like in kindergarten. So I think it will be a fun year for her and I cant wait to see her progress this year. She like hers teacher alot and as much as she says she doesnt want to go to school on monday, I think she is actually excited deep down inside. We love you Bailee and mommy is gonna miss you while you are gone all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-6548037882885400088?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6548037882885400088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6548037882885400088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6548037882885400088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6548037882885400088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-teacher.html' title='Meet the teacher'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-2123918300165955420</id><published>2008-07-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:24:21.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update on my family!!</title><content type='html'>Well on Tuesday we had a very busy day. First we started the day off with well checks for both kids that started at 8;30am and both kids are doing great. Bailee is in the 90th percentile for her weight and the 50th percentile for her hight, which is just soo crazy because from birht she wa always soo tiny and short and now shes finally filling out and growing taller. Bryce is our twig, he is in the 10th for his weight and in the 25th for his hight. So its kinda hard to feed my kids because one doesnt eat at all and only eats fruits and vegetables and the other is a total carb eater, so i have to find a balance for both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the well checks we headed straight to the summer movies that we go to every tuesday and 9;45am and Mike stayed home that day to be at all the appts. We saw the movie flushed away, it was cute but not the best. then we went to the mall to eat lunch, then off to the ob doctor for my check up. I thought i would seriously pass out during the appt because this appt was the first time they would check for the heartbeat with the doppler. And it took the lady about 4 minutes to find the heartbeat but we finally found it and it was the cutest sound i have heard in a long time!! Everything is going awesome with baby #3 and i have another appt in 2 weeks to hear the heartbeat again, then 2 weeks after that i get to have an ultrasound to make sure everything is still going good and in the right place. I was soo exhausted by then end of that day that i took a much needed nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-2123918300165955420?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2123918300165955420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=2123918300165955420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2123918300165955420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/2123918300165955420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-update-on-my-family.html' title='Another update on my family!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5198046559476275438</id><published>2008-07-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:24.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>So like i said in my last post that the pictures wouldnt download, so I called Mike in here and wanted to show him what was happening and it never fails, the computer made me look stupid because it worked the first time. We had such a blast in san diego and cant wait to go again. So here our some of our pictures of seaworld and the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0D3sw-3zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wuLr-Yl3lcY/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223335398263938866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0D3sw-3zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wuLr-Yl3lcY/s200/friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Gabby with this kids and her family went to seaworld the day we went and we have know them quite some time now and just love there family to pieces. But we wanted to get pictures of the kids showing support for our country.(except Gabby she didnt have any red whit and blue)but this is also when we were gonna go see the 4d movie so the kids had their "cool" glasses on. Bailee is not much of a fan of 3D movies she didnt wear her glasses the whole time because she kept saying it was too scary. But Bryce just kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0CeKYvMnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VJF_NMcgKGM/s1600-h/pier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333860027085426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0CeKYvMnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VJF_NMcgKGM/s200/pier.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Beach was very cold that day. We were just about the only people that were in a bathing suit and flip flops. I guess we didnt get the memo that said it was very cold and you should bring tennis shoes and jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0CiSpNGWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UdelhMJbfOE/s1600-h/beachwdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333930963114338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0CiSpNGWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UdelhMJbfOE/s200/beachwdad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to be a photagrapher with this photo and I think its one of the cutest pictures from the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0Ci54o48I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sllAF5qKVQw/s1600-h/cheese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333941496832962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0Ci54o48I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sllAF5qKVQw/s200/cheese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then heres my little ham. She loves to pose for the camera and kept asking me all week to take pictures of her doing everything. She looks so pretty with the sky and the beach behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0BuoT23aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h9J6AQjLNtU/s1600-h/dolphins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333043425959330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0BuoT23aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h9J6AQjLNtU/s200/dolphins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0BvLRIAwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YI25CpB6PnM/s1600-h/show.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333052809741058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0BvLRIAwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YI25CpB6PnM/s200/show.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0Bv3tpVVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EnwDWo7_wlA/s1600-h/shamu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333064740525394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0Bv3tpVVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EnwDWo7_wlA/s200/shamu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0At0oFI7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7YeqbmIgc0I/s1600-h/seaworld+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223331930040509362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0At0oFI7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7YeqbmIgc0I/s200/seaworld+family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this was our trip to seaworld! The kids had a blast and so did we. This is our cute family, I thought it turned out pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336451461157602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0E1AOxEuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7F_laE7GGFY/s200/brycesleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Bryce at the end of one of our long days. I just looked over and he was asleep in our bed at the hotel and had to take a picture. He is just the sweetest boy. He looks so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5198046559476275438?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5198046559476275438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5198046559476275438' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5198046559476275438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5198046559476275438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/07/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SH0D3sw-3zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wuLr-Yl3lcY/s72-c/friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-4470144491119287295</id><published>2008-07-14T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:00:41.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer not working</title><content type='html'>Okay Jana I was gonna update my blog FINALLY but for some reason my pictures wont upload. If anyone knows what my problem is please tell me but in the mean time I have been doing great and we had an awesome time on our san diego trip with the kids. We went to seaworld and the beach and just had fun hangin out in the beautiful weather. Bailee kept saying "mom I wish the weather could be like this where we live, and i just kept telling her to keep dreaming becuase we live in AZ." But when i figure out how to upload my picts i will load them and give you guys a glimpse into our california trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-4470144491119287295?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4470144491119287295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4470144491119287295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4470144491119287295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4470144491119287295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/07/computer-not-working.html' title='Computer not working'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6152614280484699445</id><published>2008-06-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:25.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailee's Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkRJPO62_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9OsS_tAGBZA/s1600-h/mom+and+mom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217720493691034610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkRJPO62_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9OsS_tAGBZA/s200/mom+and+mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkRJpbWN7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9AxNH_6U-1c/s1600-h/silly+bailee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217720500722481074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkRJpbWN7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9AxNH_6U-1c/s200/silly+bailee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP8aCJ6DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vGTInjxTuy0/s1600-h/swim+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719173740357682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP8aCJ6DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vGTInjxTuy0/s200/swim+party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So many girls(couple boys too!)                   Silly Bailee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP8kbvw1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_xAyMp_Mb-c/s1600-h/bday+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719176532050770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP8kbvw1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_xAyMp_Mb-c/s200/bday+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP9q0bqAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4uvSfXGYRus/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719195426072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP9q0bqAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4uvSfXGYRus/s200/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP9_tb36I/AAAAAAAAAEw/VgDq4fXr2GA/s1600-h/daddy+montana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719201033871266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP9_tb36I/AAAAAAAAAEw/VgDq4fXr2GA/s200/daddy+montana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Daddy Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP-Wsr--I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y2DiKYo0DuI/s1600-h/presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719207204748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkP-Wsr--I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y2DiKYo0DuI/s200/presents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Bailee's birthday was last friday the 27th and we had so much fun. we started the day off with our first trip to the dentist(I know I'm the meanest mom to take my kids to the dentist on their b day) but thats the day it fell on so what could i do. Anyway that was fun Bryce did awesome and has no issues yet with his teeth. But Bailee has a little gag reflex problem and they had a really hard time getting the exrays and finally gave up. but other than that she did really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 2:30 we had 7 other 6 year olds come over for a swim party, it was soo much fun..man those girls have so much energy I wish i could bottle it up and use a little bit every day. then after swimming we went inside and had yummy cake and icecream and believe it or not the kids ate all the icecream and cake!!! then it was present time and that was fun too, the girls would see each present and start yelling out what they thought it would be, it was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the presents Bailee got was a Hannah montana wig and every single person had to try it on of course ....including mike I like to call him "Daddy Montana" I think it fits don't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at the end of the night we took Bailee to her favorite restraunt Red robin and met my parents and my sister and her fiance there. all in all it was a chaotic, fun, busy day!!&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/2870162893299518737-6152614280484699445?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6152614280484699445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6152614280484699445' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6152614280484699445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6152614280484699445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/06/bailees-birthday.html' title='Bailee&apos;s Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SGkRJPO62_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9OsS_tAGBZA/s72-c/mom+and+mom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1447479400902145289</id><published>2008-06-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:38:59.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on baby #3</title><content type='html'>Well we had another ultrasound and doctor appt on Tuesday and everything went really well. The ultrasound was the cutest!! There was actually a baby in there with a really strong heartbeat and everything was still shaped right and measured perfect. My due date is officially January 31st, we are sooooooooo beyond excited about this sweet baby. My doctor said everything looks so good that we dont have to go back for 4 weeks...AHHHHH I've got a little anxiety about that but I'm trying to just act like i did with Bailee and Bryce and not freak out. My morning sickness is really hard to deal with, i just feel crappy pretty much at all times. But this is what i signed up for so im taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for all your support and prayers, I really need all i can get at this time in my life. Im really excited to see what the future hold for our Porter family!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1447479400902145289?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1447479400902145289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1447479400902145289' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1447479400902145289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1447479400902145289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-on-baby-3.html' title='update on baby #3'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-1367535435069970929</id><published>2008-06-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:25:58.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>Well today is Bryces birthday. we had his party on saturday, so he doesnt actually know that his birthday is today(i thought it would confuse him) but I have thought about it all day that my precious baby boy is growing up!! He is such a funny kid and has such a great sense of humor. I love his little thoughts and his sayings. He is also very emotional and sensitive, sometimes thats good and sometimes it's bad. But Happy birthday Bryce we love you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-1367535435069970929?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1367535435069970929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=1367535435069970929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1367535435069970929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/1367535435069970929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/06/bryce-is-3.html' title='Bryce is 3!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-4520081333241057761</id><published>2008-06-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:26.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1T_i4eM8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yBQkVIxuJ68/s1600-h/bailee+happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912695098061762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1T_i4eM8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yBQkVIxuJ68/s320/bailee+happy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UA7UygcI/AAAAAAAAADY/XmMpD1lLfJo/s1600-h/bailee+under.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912718839153090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UA7UygcI/AAAAAAAAADY/XmMpD1lLfJo/s320/bailee+under.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UBcDEkYI/AAAAAAAAADg/NsRQGb68S38/s1600-h/bryce+happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912727623209346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UBcDEkYI/AAAAAAAAADg/NsRQGb68S38/s320/bryce+happy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UGjeXmoI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahFk3_X6DIw/s1600-h/bryce+swim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912815516097154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UGjeXmoI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahFk3_X6DIw/s320/bryce+swim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UHIcWM5I/AAAAAAAAADw/ij5vitldHfE/s1600-h/swim+lessons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912825439728530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1UHIcWM5I/AAAAAAAAADw/ij5vitldHfE/s320/swim+lessons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been out of the loop for a while but I'm back... Mike finally made it home from scout camp and he had a lot a fun, he did come back pretty sore though, he hiked 50+ miles!! I'm soo proud of him and thankful for his service for those boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last week Bailee started the summer reading program at school and thats fun for her. It's nice because she only has to go for three hours and the first day she was shocked when I was there to pick her up already. She kept saying the rest of the day, " Is that what first grade is gonna be like?" but we had to burst her bubble and tell her no way. But she is enjoying summer school especially because they get to have snacks a few times in the day. One of her best friends Alex is in the class with her so that makes it better too of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids also started swimming lessons last week and Bailee loves every minute of it. For the first 3 days Bryce screamed his head off the entire 30 mins!!! and tried to get out of the pool numerous times and finally on the last day of that week he did perfect! I'm soo proud of him for over coming his fear a little bit. But is Monday morning and we have swimming lessons again to day and one of the first things out of his mouth this morning was that he did not want to go to swim lessons so we'll see how this week ends!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a doctor appt and they did an ultrasound and everything is grwoing the way it should. I go back next tues for another ultrasound and by then we will see a heartbeat. So I will try to keep myself busy this week to keep my mind off of it. With everything I've gone through in the past, I'm trying to just take it one step at a time and not get so anxiety filled, I'm doing a pretty good job. I'm not as stressed this time around. The nausia has started to kick in full force today!! yayay I actually like it but hate it at the same time. It at least gives me the idea that everything is moving in the right direction, as long as I'm feeling crappy than it's a good sign. So thats it for last week, now its just another week of the same thing so it will be busy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-4520081333241057761?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4520081333241057761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4520081333241057761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4520081333241057761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4520081333241057761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy.html' title='Busy!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SE1T_i4eM8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/yBQkVIxuJ68/s72-c/bailee+happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-5226154841834612067</id><published>2008-05-27T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:46:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikes gone and I'm sad</title><content type='html'>Well Mike left on his scout camp on monday morning around 9 am. They were actually gonna leave at 5 am but the boys didn't like that soo much so they changed it. So I've been trying to come up with ideas of things to do while he is gone, some things came to mind like cleaning, laundry, some more cleaning but I decided that I don't really want to do much while he's gone, I just want to have fun. He wont get back until saturday so it will be a long week. Monday I did my  moms hair and then we went to one of the city pools with our friends the Newbolds, then we went to streets of newyork to eat dinner with them too because my friend Janas husband works there so we thought it would be nice not to have to cook or anything. Today a bunch of us moms from the ward took the kids to the morning movies that  is every tuesday so that will be fun for the summer. I also had a doctor appt today, most of you don't know yet but as of right this second I am pregnant again. I'm trying to be positive this time and really enjoy every minute because you never know when those minutes are over. so anyways then Bailee and I just got into the pool for a little bit while Bryce was taking a nap and now its time to go to my daily trip to walmart and then over to my moms for dinner. Now I just have to find some more things to do this week to pass the time, let me know if you have any ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-5226154841834612067?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5226154841834612067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=5226154841834612067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5226154841834612067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/5226154841834612067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/05/mikes-gone-and-im-sad.html' title='Mikes gone and I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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-2870162893299518737.post-7503690671979510330</id><published>2008-05-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:27.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers and sons/ girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDdEluLGUI/AAAAAAAAACo/83qtjjUd0ws/s1600-h/bryce+camping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201900640527915330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDdEluLGUI/AAAAAAAAACo/83qtjjUd0ws/s320/bryce+camping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last friday was the father and sons campout. I think Mike was more excited to go than Bryce. He loves to camp and anyone who knows me, it is not my thing. So when he gets a chance to go camping he'll take it. But it sounded like they had a great time with everyo&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDealuLGYI/AAAAAAAAADI/8-FtpM46G4s/s1600-h/with+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201902117996665218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDealuLGYI/AAAAAAAAADI/8-FtpM46G4s/s200/with+daddy.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne and got some cute pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDde1uLGVI/AAAAAAAAACw/7csjUF2AmVQ/s1600-h/with+friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201901091499481426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDde1uLGVI/AAAAAAAAACw/7csjUF2AmVQ/s200/with+friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDdfluLGXI/AAAAAAAAADA/pF3WoglCwMA/s1600-h/bryce+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201901104384383346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDdfluLGXI/AAAAAAAAADA/pF3WoglCwMA/s200/bryce+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailee and I went to dinner and shopping for a new toy. Of all the places to pick to eat we ended up at taco bell! that has turned into Bailee's favorite place to eat. Then we invited my friend Misti and her daughter Grace to come over and play for a while. It was a great time to spend with eachother.  Then saturday I had to work all day 8:30am to 5 pm it was a good day but tiring, but Mike and I got to go out on a hot date and that was what kept me going all day. We ended up at cheesecake factory and then to see the movie Ironman. It was such a nice time to spend with eachother, we don't date as often as we should. I love spending that time with my cutie pie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7503690671979510330?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7503690671979510330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7503690671979510330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7503690671979510330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7503690671979510330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/05/fathers-and-sons-girls-night-out.html' title='Fathers and sons/ girls night out'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDdEluLGUI/AAAAAAAAACo/83qtjjUd0ws/s72-c/bryce+camping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-7816596254516879504</id><published>2008-05-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's triathlon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201891655456332002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDU5luLGOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UF5qYkLS_GU/s200/getting+ready.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought I would post some pictures of my triathlon that I completed in April. I've just gotten the hang of this computer and picture thing so it has taken a while to post these pictures but I thought everyone would want to see what it looks like to accomplish a goal! These are two of my friends that also completed the race with me, the one in orange is my good friend Jana( she lives right across the street) I love her and the other girl is Kassandra and she is a friend from the ward. This was before the race started and the husbands were getting pictures of all the wive. we are some hot mamas!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDV7FuLGPI/AAAAAAAAACA/jOjZv0wbWiE/s1600-h/swim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201892780737763570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDV7FuLGPI/AAAAAAAAACA/jOjZv0wbWiE/s200/swim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me getting nervous to start the swim(6oo meters) and the water was61 degrees!!! holy cow I cant believe I did it. yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDZeluLGRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zac88FR3-go/s1600-h/after+swim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201896689158002962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDZeluLGRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zac88FR3-go/s200/after+swim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one was me right after I had completed the swim, and that was the worst part of the whole thing. I dreaded that part because I'm not too good of a swimmer, so i was on cloud 9 when i saw the end of the swim. next is the bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201897548151462178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDaQluLGSI/AAAAAAAAACY/COQiz1aNSk4/s200/bike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bike ride was supposed to be 12 miles but some people think it was a little shorter. But I say " who cares how long the ride was it was well worth the feeling at the end!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDbWluLGTI/AAAAAAAAACg/rQ04OyyU4ck/s1600-h/crossing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201898750742305074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDbWluLGTI/AAAAAAAAACg/rQ04OyyU4ck/s200/crossing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the  BEST part of the whole race! to cross the finish line and do something that you never thought you would ever do in your life. I will probably do another one sometime in my life, but not any time soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-7816596254516879504?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7816596254516879504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=7816596254516879504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7816596254516879504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/7816596254516879504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/05/beckys-triathlon.html' title='Becky&apos;s triathlon!!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SDDU5luLGOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UF5qYkLS_GU/s72-c/getting+ready.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-3753075026881118395</id><published>2008-05-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:28.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kremes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpTgluLGMI/AAAAAAAAABo/3DgIMKmV-94/s1600-h/doughnuts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200060539099355330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpTgluLGMI/AAAAAAAAABo/3DgIMKmV-94/s200/doughnuts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So to some of you this might not be a big deal but to us we would not be able to sleep tonight if we did not get our Krispy Kremes!! so Mike waited probably at least45 min in line to get them. For those of you who don't know today was the grand opening of the one here in mesa. As you can see we have no problem finishing the box. Yummy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpThFuLGNI/AAAAAAAAABw/vrESlMZfyi0/s1600-h/all+gone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200060547689289938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpThFuLGNI/AAAAAAAAABw/vrESlMZfyi0/s200/all+gone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-3753075026881118395?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3753075026881118395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=3753075026881118395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3753075026881118395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/3753075026881118395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/05/krispy-kremes.html' title='Krispy Kremes'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpTgluLGMI/AAAAAAAAABo/3DgIMKmV-94/s72-c/doughnuts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-6711010617249908977</id><published>2008-05-13T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:29.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpLcluLGKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cerILhq1xa4/s1600-h/Bryce+BW+Flwr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200051674286856354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpLcluLGKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cerILhq1xa4/s320/Bryce+BW+Flwr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpLNFuLGJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Iy306QulcnE/s1600-h/Bryce+BW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200051407998883986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpLNFuLGJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Iy306QulcnE/s320/Bryce+BW.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were waitng for the bride to arrive at the wedding, thes are the cute pictures i captured of Bryce trying to kill time.&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/2870162893299518737-6711010617249908977?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6711010617249908977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=6711010617249908977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6711010617249908977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/6711010617249908977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/05/while-we-were-waitng-for-bride-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpLcluLGKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cerILhq1xa4/s72-c/Bryce+BW+Flwr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870162893299518737.post-4089500141437873173</id><published>2008-05-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:30:29.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding chaos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpKcVuLGII/AAAAAAAAABA/M1cFRYyS0E4/s1600-h/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200050570480261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpKcVuLGII/AAAAAAAAABA/M1cFRYyS0E4/s320/Family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this last mother's day weekend we traveled up to St george, Utah to see a cousin of Mikes get married(for the 3rd time)Gramma and grampa Porter came with us. The trip itself was so much fun, the kids loved the motel more than anything they kept saying over and over again "please can we go back to the motel?" they are crazy! Any way we did alot of sitting and then we did a little more sitting. The bride was 2.5 hours late to her own wedding, crazy huh? Then she was 45 mins late to the reception, all in all the trip was fun and we got to spend mother's day with Sheila and that was special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870162893299518737-4089500141437873173?l=porterplacememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4089500141437873173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870162893299518737&amp;postID=4089500141437873173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4089500141437873173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870162893299518737/posts/default/4089500141437873173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porterplacememories.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-chaos.html' title='Wedding chaos!!'/><author><name>Becky porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18096130051849487585</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/_lzY_smn7BiY/SCpKcVuLGII/AAAAAAAAABA/M1cFRYyS0E4/s72-c/Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
