<?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-648374292852195586</id><updated>2011-10-20T21:03:01.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finch Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-6380521095034458949</id><published>2011-08-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:30:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you think it's time for a new blog??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdZFfmRnCYo/TlrL5j7MaeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Alc8PH1NVc0/s1600/July-Aug%2B2011%2B284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdZFfmRnCYo/TlrL5j7MaeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Alc8PH1NVc0/s320/July-Aug%2B2011%2B284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646049272618838498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take my sisters good advice and stop waiting for tomorrow and blog today! It was kazzy's 1st day of school, so why not blog about it. She's a big 2nd grader now. So with a new haircut and a new outfit we're off for another year of new and exciting adventures. Hopefully I'll blog about some of them! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-6380521095034458949?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/6380521095034458949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=6380521095034458949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/6380521095034458949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/6380521095034458949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-you-think-its-time-for-new-blog.html' title='Don&apos;t you think it&apos;s time for a new blog??'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdZFfmRnCYo/TlrL5j7MaeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Alc8PH1NVc0/s72-c/July-Aug%2B2011%2B284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-8971670793050163259</id><published>2009-02-03T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:11:50.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Tickets to the CIRCUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrlXuY0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/-aShQ85HU0k/s1600-h/IMG_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrlXuY0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/-aShQ85HU0k/s320/IMG_4869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328004299038286658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free Tickets to the Circus . . . my aching but!! I should have known it was too good to be true when Robyn called and said she had free tickets for the kids to the circus and all we would need to buy was the Adult tickets. Sounded like a good deal to me, ok we were in! Anything to help get us through this long cold winter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfraUSz5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/0vw6OUezYaY/s1600-h/IMG_4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfraUSz5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/0vw6OUezYaY/s320/IMG_4870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328004296071106450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knew adult tickets would be 25 bucks a pop . . . so fifty bucks later we’re at the circus. My kid’s eyes were as big as could be as we walked in and saw a big elephant standing there. The smell wasn’t so great, but excitement was in the air. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrOqbi_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/DbWo8UiBC1w/s1600-h/IMG_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrOqbi_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/DbWo8UiBC1w/s320/IMG_4871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328004292942728178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time for the whole family, so we had no idea what to expect, other than this better be good! From the minute the lights went down my kids were awe struck by all the action happening all around us. You didn’t know where to look from one given moment because people were spinning and hanging in all directions. We saw Tigers, a rare white tiger and a lion, swinging bar lady, guys and gals hanging and twirling from big ribbons, acrobats of all sorts, colored poodles, motorcycles in a spinning dome, and much much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrPidxSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J7JXxfHxOzc/s1600-h/IMG_4877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrPidxSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J7JXxfHxOzc/s320/IMG_4877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328004293177754914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show was over and we were making our famous trip to the bathroom, I asked Coley what his favorite part of the circus was. . . His reply. . . . The Ladies. . My reply, WHO? Mom, you know the pretty princesses!  I don’t if I should be worried or proud about that? Oh boy, I wasn’t prepared for the clothes, nor should I say what little clothes the “Ladies” would be wearing! I don’t know if Coley just thought they were pretty, or if he liked there act. Daddy thought the Princess were pretty too . . . his favorite to look at also!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd7WVOO0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/dqRHM_PQGoE/s1600-h/IMG_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd7WVOO0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/dqRHM_PQGoE/s320/IMG_4880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002370855910210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd7ppHTbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0KETQ9uQYCA/s1600-h/IMG_4878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd7ppHTbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0KETQ9uQYCA/s320/IMG_4878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002376039615922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd7ArJLfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/isyqrlhr2J4/s1600-h/IMG_4889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd7ArJLfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/isyqrlhr2J4/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002365042273778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd68p733I/AAAAAAAAAV4/WEZXEUJTTlU/s1600-h/IMG_4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd68p733I/AAAAAAAAAV4/WEZXEUJTTlU/s320/IMG_4893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002363963465586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd6ixIPSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/a06AqGj-chQ/s1600-h/IMG_4894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDd6ixIPSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/a06AqGj-chQ/s320/IMG_4894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002357014314274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall it was a fantastic night and worth every penny spent. It’s always a treat to spend time with our cousins London, Sadie and Carson and Uncle Ryan and Aunt Robyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-8971670793050163259?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8971670793050163259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=8971670793050163259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/8971670793050163259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/8971670793050163259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-tickets-to-circus.html' title='Free Tickets to the CIRCUS!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDfrlXuY0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/-aShQ85HU0k/s72-c/IMG_4869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-7955381116491299203</id><published>2009-01-31T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:13:13.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skating Baby!</title><content type='html'>For Christmas the Kids got roller skates from Santa, so we had promised we would take the kids to Classic skating to try them out! Instantly the kids loved the atmosphere . . . dimmed lights, disco ball, and loud music was right up our kid’s alley! It wasn’t easy however getting Kazzy and Cole in all there gear . . . elbow pads, knee pads and skates.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoyEbVnvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LeY5-saiYfM/s1600-h/IMG_4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoyEbVnvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LeY5-saiYfM/s320/IMG_4865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328014306058804978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxyy0OzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JXlMSWxBfkA/s1600-h/IMG_4863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxyy0OzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JXlMSWxBfkA/s320/IMG_4863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328014301325441842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazzy didn’t skate to long either, she was done about 5 minutes after Coley and off she went on the scooter some nice family gave us on there way out. She road the scooter nonstop, barley taking time to rest.  She was rosy cheeked and sweeten like a pig and all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxusBdhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xrjJuTwKfmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxusBdhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xrjJuTwKfmQ/s320/IMG_4862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328014300223206930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought along Tyler’s wiggle board to ride, so she was ready to go. And go is exactly what she did. From the moment she stepped out on the floor she was off. She could have cared less if she was hangen with the rest of us, because she was having a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxbi2IWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZLv_xTT2fmc/s1600-h/IMG_4860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxbi2IWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZLv_xTT2fmc/s320/IMG_4860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328014295084441954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kazzy and Ty-Ty were having the time of there life out there, as Coley hung out at the arcades. Tyler was a crazy girl on the wiggle board (as we expected).  We watched her wiggle in front of other skaters with reckless abandon causing them to go down, totally oblivious to what was happening all around her, but she was having an absolute blast, and so were we watching her hang with the big boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxGR6vRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ofdKy4Mleaw/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoxGR6vRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ofdKy4Mleaw/s320/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328014289376296210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coley and Kazzy skated with Mom and Dad, it was pretty slow and awkward, and after a few times around, I knew Coley was going to be out before to long. And I was right . . . about after 15 minutes he was done skating and comfortable sitting on the side sucking his thumb. He wouldn’t ride the scooter, he didn’t want to skate, but he would of played the arcade games if we would have let him . . . he was quite fascinated with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun afternoon with the kids. It’s so fun to be together as a family and to watch your children’s faces light up when they experience something for the first time, it’s what being a parent is all about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-7955381116491299203?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7955381116491299203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=7955381116491299203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/7955381116491299203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/7955381116491299203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-christmas-kids-got-roller-skates.html' title='Roller Skating Baby!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDoyEbVnvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LeY5-saiYfM/s72-c/IMG_4865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-5190178245060494878</id><published>2009-01-15T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:17:53.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating those Winter Blues!</title><content type='html'>In a small attempt to cheer my sister up, I packed up all the kids and headed west for the week. I’m not sure if I brought more chaos to her life or not by having the kids and I there, but after a long 4 ½ hour drive and kids asking every 5 minutes “are we there yet” we arrived, alive! &lt;br /&gt;My plan was to keep Kel distracted by doing fun things, so the plan was to meet them at Wal-Mart to buy fabric so we could sew aprons. We found cute fabrics, but the terribly mean old lady at Wal-Mart was not the medicine I had in store to lift Kels spirit. After getting stare down after stare down and getting chewed out and scowled by this mean old lady, we felt it necessary to tell a manager about how we were treated; in hopes she wouldn’t treat someone else the same way. With fabric in hand, groceries and a stop at Blockbuster for light hearted Chic flicks we were off to Springcreek for a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYER3YpjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bR7FyEhpigk/s1600-h/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYER3YpjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bR7FyEhpigk/s320/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995927206078002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sewing of aprons got off to rough start when I couldn’t get my sewing machine to sew, and spent the first night trying to fix it. With no success I decided I would try getting it fixed, so headed to a sewing shop to only have the lady sew perfectly with no problems and tell me nothing was wrong with my machine. Not true, it sewed perfectly for a while and then completely stopped working. Are precious time was going fast and so far. . . no cute apron to show for all the time spent so far. After borrowing Kel’s friend’s machine, Kel and I sewed like maniacs, sewing 4 aprons in less than 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYECSZ5SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fVvqPyxb_9g/s1600-h/IMG_4838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYECSZ5SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fVvqPyxb_9g/s320/IMG_4838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995923024438562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kel in the driver seat . . . did I mention another favorite thing about hanging out with Kel is we never get ready for the day. Its robes and pajama pants all day long. Maybe we’ll run a toothbrush through the teeth, but then again maybe not!! &lt;br /&gt;Although making aprons was fun (well kind of) my favorite part of the trip was after getting all the kids to bed each night, watching movies up in Kel’s bed with her bed warmer on. Although we hated ourselves in the morning when the kids got up early or the fact they never went to bed at all, it was fun to have that time with my sis to talk and relax together. Things we don’t get to do very often. My favorite thing about hanging out with my sister is we don’t have to do anything at all and we have a good time. It’s enough just being together. The week flew by and before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye. More tears were shed as the kids and I left their cousins and my sister behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYFPRdXBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MZYMcqACv1c/s1600-h/IMG_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYFPRdXBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MZYMcqACv1c/s320/IMG_4837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995943690001426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing 3 meals and day, getting 3 kids ready for the day, bathing the children, dishes, clean up after clean up, referring . . . that’s how I vacation! Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYE-4tL9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Bwgk3UuvUJM/s1600-h/IMG_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYE-4tL9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Bwgk3UuvUJM/s320/IMG_4832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995939291213778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYEiYNNXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/928jcQgQmIw/s1600-h/IMG_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYEiYNNXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/928jcQgQmIw/s320/IMG_4822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995931638707570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-5190178245060494878?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/5190178245060494878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=5190178245060494878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/5190178245060494878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/5190178245060494878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2009/01/beating-those-winter-blues.html' title='Beating those Winter Blues!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SfDYER3YpjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bR7FyEhpigk/s72-c/IMG_4820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-3055282338631953876</id><published>2009-01-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:51:18.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Kazzy, Coley &amp; Tyler this December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:450px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w396.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/Kazzy/924c5f33.pbw" height="540" width="450"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/Kazzy/?action=view&amp;current=924c5f33.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:450px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w396.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/Tyler/Coleman/8ea8301e.pbw" height="540" width="450"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/Tyler/Coleman/?action=view&amp;current=8ea8301e.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:450px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w396.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/Tyler/d6fd0f3c.pbw" height="540" width="450"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/Tyler/?action=view&amp;current=d6fd0f3c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-3055282338631953876?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/3055282338631953876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=3055282338631953876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/3055282338631953876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/3055282338631953876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2009/01/many-faces-of-coleman-in-december.html' title='The many faces of Kazzy, Coley &amp; Tyler this December!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-321913751059032317</id><published>2008-12-13T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:47:00.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringhurst Family Christmas Party!</title><content type='html'>This years Christmas party was . . . well, perfect in my book! Being with my family makes me happier than anything in this world and when you top it off with lots of yummy food, a little Christmas bingo, sledding, sugar cookie decorating, a nativity scene and of course Santa Clause and presents. . . really life doesn’t get much better.  I don’t think we could of packed one more activity into one day, Ginka and Papa sure know how to entertain there nine grandkids. . . feed them lots of candy, give them whatever they want and plain old spoil them! &lt;br /&gt;It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas . . . and I can’t wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJRSPF69I/AAAAAAAAAN8/edLUJtAJ7H8/s1600-h/IMG_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJRSPF69I/AAAAAAAAAN8/edLUJtAJ7H8/s320/IMG_4583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289417586160036818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJQxYvqMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/knVdANhBLZ8/s1600-h/IMG_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJQxYvqMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/knVdANhBLZ8/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289417577342150850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJQlqGtiI/AAAAAAAAANs/jBNQxpfXB_8/s1600-h/IMG_4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJQlqGtiI/AAAAAAAAANs/jBNQxpfXB_8/s320/IMG_4637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289417574193739298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJPjIkSuI/AAAAAAAAANc/Z4F4SHlRmik/s1600-h/IMG_4618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJPjIkSuI/AAAAAAAAANc/Z4F4SHlRmik/s320/IMG_4618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289417556336331490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9i2mbVCI/AAAAAAAAANU/ECVKEzrTyQ0/s1600-h/IMG_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9i2mbVCI/AAAAAAAAANU/ECVKEzrTyQ0/s320/IMG_4616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404693839828002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9iYXjdOI/AAAAAAAAANM/T9gQgykoQcY/s1600-h/IMG_4614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9iYXjdOI/AAAAAAAAANM/T9gQgykoQcY/s320/IMG_4614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404685724382434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9h3m3-hI/AAAAAAAAANE/wvgVx-g_HDs/s1600-h/IMG_4602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9h3m3-hI/AAAAAAAAANE/wvgVx-g_HDs/s320/IMG_4602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404676930271762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9huNgIsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/11kBT40PCOA/s1600-h/IMG_4584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWe9huNgIsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/11kBT40PCOA/s320/IMG_4584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289404674407932610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-321913751059032317?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/321913751059032317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=321913751059032317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/321913751059032317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/321913751059032317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2008/12/bringhurst-family-christmas-party.html' title='Bringhurst Family Christmas Party!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfJRSPF69I/AAAAAAAAAN8/edLUJtAJ7H8/s72-c/IMG_4583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-7745964882043577105</id><published>2008-12-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:40:47.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures again. . Oh, boy!</title><content type='html'>The whole gang! We started out as 5 of us and now there's a whoppen 17 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfPeYDUCUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OKTF-5eQgMU/s1600-h/DSC_0004+003.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfPeYDUCUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OKTF-5eQgMU/s320/DSC_0004+003.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Coles purple lips, they were purple for hours after pictures, that's how cold it was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfUGxQ-DPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lcx9Gs4VVfI/s1600-h/DSC_0108+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfUGxQ-DPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lcx9Gs4VVfI/s320/DSC_0108+107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289429500138753266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfUGc2cImI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eb3O42UpUvw/s1600-h/DSC_0099+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfUGc2cImI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eb3O42UpUvw/s320/DSC_0099+098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289429494658769506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's alot of really cute kids!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRt32mXLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QBvQelJDy68/s1600-h/DSC_0074+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRt32mXLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QBvQelJDy68/s320/DSC_0074+073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289426873387211954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we wanted snow to sled, we didn’t expect Mother Nature to bring winter wonderland again for this year’s party and pictures. This year’s storm was a little more relentless which made family pictures kind of a drag and bitterly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRtvuyp0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZNKwgLoszEs/s1600-h/DSC_0062+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRtvuyp0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZNKwgLoszEs/s320/DSC_0062+061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289426871206979394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think we would have smartened up after lasts year’s family pictures and done this year's pictures in July. Doing family pictures in the middle of December with 9 little kids is not so ideal, but that doesn’t stop the Bringhurst’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRtE1oMmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f610ehNv-Rc/s1600-h/DSC_0054+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRtE1oMmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f610ehNv-Rc/s320/DSC_0054+053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289426859692929634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before this gets to depressing, despite the harsh conditions the photographer (Greg Anderson . . . a little plug for you Greg) was able to make it and we were able to find a spot with some shelter from the snow and wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRsig28xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z2RXhqIxKpI/s1600-h/DSC_0040+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRsig28xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z2RXhqIxKpI/s320/DSC_0040+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289426850479010578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie wiping the snot from Coley's face. This pretty much sums up family pictures doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRsS2gM2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fe555vcm91g/s1600-h/DSC_0032+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfRsS2gM2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fe555vcm91g/s320/DSC_0032+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289426846274827106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I think we'll shoot for pictues in July, better yet maybe we won't do family pictures next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-7745964882043577105?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/7745964882043577105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=7745964882043577105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/7745964882043577105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/7745964882043577105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-picture.html' title='Family Pictures again. . Oh, boy!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWfPeYDUCUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OKTF-5eQgMU/s72-c/DSC_0004+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-2277424498128967177</id><published>2008-12-05T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:32:11.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKhBa_6BoI/AAAAAAAAALE/ApiAoti17IM/s1600-h/IMG_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKhBa_6BoI/AAAAAAAAALE/ApiAoti17IM/s320/IMG_4555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287965958285690498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Jumping off his chair at Smith’s Marketplace, Cole says “ I’m Super-Fred”. Too cute… meaning Fred from Scooby doo. &lt;br /&gt;2. Cole’s in the shower and I’m washing his hair and he say’s “Mom, guess what? When you close your eyes, you can’t see!! Cool, huh?”&lt;br /&gt;3. We were just about to put in a Christmas movie for the kids to watch, and I had been saying for a while, we can’t watch Christmas movies until it’s Christmas time. So. . . the next thing I know Cole walks out the front door, and he’s looking up at the roof, and he’s looking pretty hard. Then he comes running inside saying, yep Mom, we can watch a Christmas movie, cause we have Christmas lights on our house!! &lt;br /&gt;4. We were walking through the music Dept. at Wal-Mart, and I said to Willie “Look it’s Carrie Underwood’s new CD, I wonder if it’s any good, or something like that”. Next thing we hear Cole saying “Carrie Underwear?... Mom” (long drawn out Maaaaaaaam as if she was crazy).&lt;br /&gt;5. At night Coley just got out of the tub, and Coley and Daddy were getting him dressed for night-night…. Coley said, out of the blue: “Dad, I have a we-we and two bellies” flabbergasted and somewhat confused (because Coley slurres his speech) I said what? He then replied “ I have a we-we and two bummies” Ok… so I said Coley, are you saying bummies as in your bummy? He said “no dad, berries” thinking he did not know what he was saying, I said… “cool Coley, where are your berries?” he then looked at me for a second, then made his best guess, and then opened his mouth wide as he could and pointed in his mouth… laughing and now curious, I say “good Coley, and do you know where your we-we is?” then he looked down and got that question right… so I said again.. “Good, you are my smart boy” &lt;br /&gt;6. Right before bed… Daddy was trying to give Coley some good thoughts for him to dream of, so daddy said… Coley, you can dream that you are a Kung-Fu master and you protect people. He got all happy and smiled and said… “Yeah and I can throw a frog up in the air, catch butterflies with my net and kiss them” made me laugh, maybe he is a lover not a fighter. &lt;br /&gt;7. Same night as above, Daddy was giving hugs and kisses night-night, and Coley looked at Daddy and said “Daddy, I love you” so I said, I love you to Coley, he then said “I love going to the ball games with you” (Note: we went to a BYU Basketball game a week prior) so I said “me too, we should go again sometime” he then said “yeah, and maybe Tarzan will be there”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-2277424498128967177?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2277424498128967177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=2277424498128967177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/2277424498128967177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/2277424498128967177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr.html' title='Mr. Man'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKhBa_6BoI/AAAAAAAAALE/ApiAoti17IM/s72-c/IMG_4555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-8982424059833840449</id><published>2008-12-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:36:28.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKj_m3HKLI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ZU1XQH027I/s1600-h/IMG_4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKj_m3HKLI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ZU1XQH027I/s320/IMG_4564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287969225645172914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you think the hour long Finch Kid Bedtime routine of getting pajamas on, going potty, brushing teeth, taking vitamin and fluoride, medicine, reading books, saying prayers, drink of water, kisses, tucking and retucking in is enough. . .try getting all three of them out from under their bunk beds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-8982424059833840449?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/8982424059833840449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=8982424059833840449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/8982424059833840449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/8982424059833840449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-bed.html' title='Time for Bed!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKj_m3HKLI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ZU1XQH027I/s72-c/IMG_4564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-4548304675501930743</id><published>2008-11-16T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:05:17.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the Wait!</title><content type='html'>It might have taken Ginka Extra Long to get Tyler her baby blanket . . . but it was well &lt;em&gt;worth the wait&lt;/em&gt;. We know it was made with Extra love and lots of hard work. We are so lucky to have a special Ginka like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXeW10dFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lpubat5ku6M/s1600-h/IMG_4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287955460269569106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXeW10dFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lpubat5ku6M/s320/IMG_4546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginka giving Ty-Ty her new blanket she made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXeim14gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vJPulLLPiaU/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287955463427973634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXeim14gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vJPulLLPiaU/s320/IMG_4548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special buddies for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXfK4Ie_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/gg1VSy0lW1s/s1600-h/IMG_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287955474237914098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXfK4Ie_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/gg1VSy0lW1s/s320/IMG_4551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler took a liken-too her new blanket right away and has been sleeping with it ever since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-4548304675501930743?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4548304675501930743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=4548304675501930743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/4548304675501930743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/4548304675501930743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2009/01/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the Wait!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKXeW10dFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lpubat5ku6M/s72-c/IMG_4546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-1151872457575870254</id><published>2008-10-31T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:43:39.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Run Scooby Doo: Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SROAgk9zZkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RBjK-Rwr1Ds/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SROAgk9zZkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RBjK-Rwr1Ds/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693686493308482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang was at it again. Kazzy dressed up in her costume for preschool and then the gang headed for the hospital to see Jamie, M.A. and mommies fellow co-workers on mother baby. The highlight of trick or treating at the hospital was getting money instead of candy when a little old couple stopped to check out the gang. The kids loved to tell everyone who they were and they never forgot Daddy. They'd say to everyone "Shaggy, he's at work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SROAllmDn-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nR4aFKf4Qaw/s1600-h/IMG_4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SROAllmDn-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nR4aFKf4Qaw/s320/IMG_4516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693772561489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Ginka at work and then Nana and Papa Houtz, where she fed us her traditional Halloween dinner or lunch (Grandma slaved away to have it ready early so we could have some of her famous Chili) of...Homemade Chili,Bread,Jello,Pickles and Donuts off the Black cats tale. It sure was yummy. Grandma was worried it was going to give me gas at work and I'd have the farts all night. Grandma I assure you, my patients survived the night. Nana teased Cole about his green hair, she'd say "Cole I just love your green hair!" Cole's response was "It's not green hair, it's yellow!" Check out the pictures, you can decide, green or yellow? After lunch at Nana and Papa's we rushed to get on the road so Mommy wouldn't be late for work. Grandpa Bringhurst went out of his way to meet us at the gas station in Mapleton after we ran out of time to come see him. What an awesome Grandpa he his, we love him so much! Traffic was a disaster when I got into American Fork and Willie forgot his wig so we could take a family photo, so we bagged trunk or treat and the family picture and I made it to work 1 minute late. My first day as an official nurse and I clock in late, I am a joke! About 8:30 I was sitting down to do some charting, feeling kind of sad, wishing I was home with my family, so I decided to call home and see how Halloween night was going. Well, no answer, but to no prevail it wasn't 1 minute later my whole gang walked through the hospital doors. I just about cried I was so excited and it was all hugs and kisses from there. I loved showing off my kids to all my coworkers, cause there the cutest. In fact all night, people kept on commenting on how cute my kids and family was! I love my family so much and can't wait to spend eternity with all of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRN_vwM9j2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/xZIPOgqR1kM/s1600-h/IMG_4519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRN_vwM9j2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/xZIPOgqR1kM/s320/IMG_4519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265692847696088930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazzy says "I love Halloween! We get lots of candy!! We went to see my Mamma at work, she was so excited to see us at her work.&lt;br /&gt;P.S The pictures are a little scarce, because I left the battery to my camera charging at home. Nice work MOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-1151872457575870254?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/1151872457575870254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=1151872457575870254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/1151872457575870254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/1151872457575870254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-run-scooby-doo.html' title='Re-Run Scooby Doo:&lt;strong&gt; Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SROAgk9zZkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RBjK-Rwr1Ds/s72-c/IMG_4514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-2876877572883466264</id><published>2008-10-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:48:37.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby-Doo Gang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SQeO2sVRIwI/AAAAAAAAADw/pyeNy17u5kY/s1600-h/IMG_4383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262331759870157570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SQeO2sVRIwI/AAAAAAAAADw/pyeNy17u5kY/s320/IMG_4383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you say Scooby, Doooby Doo!! There's always an adventure when the Scooby gang Shaggy (aka Willie, Scooby-Doo (aka Tyler), Velma (aka Candace), Daphne (aka Kazzy), and Fred (aka Coleman) is around and this party was no exception. Kazzy and Mr. Man love Scooby-Doo and would watch every episode 14 million times if we let them- Jeipers! What a fun way to celebrate Kazzy's turning 5 and Mr. Man turning 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648374292852195586-2876877572883466264?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/2876877572883466264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=2876877572883466264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/2876877572883466264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/2876877572883466264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2008/10/scooby-doo-gang.html' title='Scooby-Doo Gang!'/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SQeO2sVRIwI/AAAAAAAAADw/pyeNy17u5kY/s72-c/IMG_4383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648374292852195586.post-4781851836462409689</id><published>2008-10-13T18:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:56:16.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNaId2Q-wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/20ihxEwX5Wg/s1600-h/IMG_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265651490823928578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNaId2Q-wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/20ihxEwX5Wg/s320/IMG_4385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazzy and Coleman love Scooby-Doo . . . so it was fun to throw a birthday party for the both of them with this theme in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNahjw_X1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/syWxOb2sSGs/s1600-h/IMG_4349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265651921909145426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNahjw_X1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/syWxOb2sSGs/s320/IMG_4349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Scooby Doo party wouldn’t be complete without Shaggy and Scooby’s favorite food. . . PIZZA. Dapne, is that lipstick on your face, or pizza sauce? Either way, you're still beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Once the gang and all their scary guests were full, it was time to solve a mystery. After following the trail of bones that led to a ghost, the gang hunted for ghosts upstairs and down. Kazzy’s favorite part of the hunt was finding clues at the neighbor’s house . . . which then led to hunting for spiders and then FINALLY catching those bad guys (Grandpa Bringhurst and Grandpa Finch) who were trying to scare away all the kids so they could eat all the cake and ice cream. When they saw how cool the cake was they had to come up with a plan to scare off all those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNf79pfZCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J0-7xtVMWO8/s1600-h/IMG_4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265657873091748898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNf79pfZCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J0-7xtVMWO8/s320/IMG_4399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have worked to if it wasn’t for that medaling dog and the rest of his gang. Kazzy really wanted to be able to pull of the mask of the bad guys (like they do in the cartoon), but in the end both Kaz and Cole were too scared of the bad guys to even get close. Shaggy (Dad) was holding Scooby (Ty Ty) and she was scared to death… she had the kung-foo grip around Shaggy’s neck nearly choking him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w396.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w396.photobucket.com/albums/pp46/candacecz/a3790bee.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piñata was kind of a let down for some of the kids . . . the birthday kids got a chance to take a swing at the ugly green witch, and then a couple kids after that and then it was over for the poor little piñata with a short life. After a big blow from Kennedy the piñata was done. It was kind of a let down, but at least the candy was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNbJTFNKPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XmCthwffDSU/s1600-h/IMG_4362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265652604625299698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNbJTFNKPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XmCthwffDSU/s320/IMG_4362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNd1trUSoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5b9NV7akCO0/s1600-h/IMG_4378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265655566701972098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNd1trUSoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5b9NV7akCO0/s320/IMG_4378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the first of a new birthday tradition we started. . . One special chair where the birthday kid sits and one special chair for the giver. Instead of presents flying, it’s fun for the giver and more meaningful and memorable for the birthday boy/girl who receives the present. You actually know who gave you what, what a concept! Kazzy and Cole both got to sit on the Birthday chair together and remarkably, they didn’t even fight or push each other off. It’s so fun to get presents . . . Thanks everyone for all the thoughtful gifts. We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNclhpAvNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uPJHewFQ2q0/s1600-h/IMG_4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265654189081541842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNclhpAvNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uPJHewFQ2q0/s320/IMG_4395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they weren’t wearing them as hats on their heads, he kids all got to eat their ice cream and cake out of a dog bowl. After all the hard work that went into making the cake, it was difficult to dig in and eat it up. For weeks the kids and I have been searching for Scooby-Doo items for the big party. It was a fun way to end the party by letting all the kids pick a wrapped Scooby-Doo present from the mantel . . . real live Scooby snacks and fruit snacks, coloring books and band aids left a smile on everyone’s face. It was an unforgettable party . . . thanks to all who came and supported the birthday kids.&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/648374292852195586-4781851836462409689?l=the-finchs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/feeds/4781851836462409689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=648374292852195586&amp;postID=4781851836462409689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/4781851836462409689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/648374292852195586/posts/default/4781851836462409689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-finchs.blogspot.com/2008/11/kazzy-and-coleman-love-scooby-doo.html' title=''/><author><name>The Finch Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078595799554003882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SWKxP8F0cpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yni24a9lVBU/S220/Couch+-+B%26W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4P8kmVab_w/SRNaId2Q-wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/20ihxEwX5Wg/s72-c/IMG_4385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
