<?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-7400090506949065059</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:03:29.285-05:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Where's Ben Been</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5621462009342246965</id><published>2010-10-14T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:59:14.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some cute pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe0Rj0yxdI/AAAAAAAABIw/uGYRtekchyY/s1600/SAM_1611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe0Rj0yxdI/AAAAAAAABIw/uGYRtekchyY/s640/SAM_1611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Reese watching SPROUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe0mxfa-0I/AAAAAAAABI0/ooBoSy-jgng/s1600/SAM_1646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe0mxfa-0I/AAAAAAAABI0/ooBoSy-jgng/s640/SAM_1646.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reese sitting in the chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe1KSjm2WI/AAAAAAAABI4/lsVXQef91q8/s1600/SAM_1591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe1KSjm2WI/AAAAAAAABI4/lsVXQef91q8/s320/SAM_1591.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese and I getting ready for her 6 month dinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5621462009342246965?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5621462009342246965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5621462009342246965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5621462009342246965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5621462009342246965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-some-cute-pics.html' title='Just some cute pics'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLe0Rj0yxdI/AAAAAAAABIw/uGYRtekchyY/s72-c/SAM_1611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3489955104336899779</id><published>2010-10-14T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:51:26.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back...</title><content type='html'>Yeah for Verizon and super yeah for internet!! &amp;nbsp;I finally broken down and got the Internet mobile hotspot. &amp;nbsp;It was the best option for us country folk. &amp;nbsp;I plan to do better on this blog now, so that I can update Reese's stats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLezfPjUeWI/AAAAAAAABIk/DAHq9EbJ-K8/s1600/SAM_1593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLezfPjUeWI/AAAAAAAABIk/DAHq9EbJ-K8/s640/SAM_1593.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At her 6 month checkup (a month ago), she got 3 shots. &amp;nbsp;She weighed 16 pounds and was 23.5 inches. &amp;nbsp;Doctor said that she was no longer considered a preemie and was meeting all developmental milestones except sitting on her own. &amp;nbsp;She also had no teeth, which Ben started getting in at 4 months. &amp;nbsp;She has really been teething though so I know it will be coming in any time. &amp;nbsp;She seriously is the happiest baby I have ever met. &amp;nbsp;She cries only when she is super hungry or super sleepy. &amp;nbsp;The rest of her day is spent smiling and laughing. &amp;nbsp;Her bright blue eyes light up at familiar faces and she literally laughs out loud at ben. &amp;nbsp;She started rolling over at about 5.5 months and also started the DADADADADA. &amp;nbsp;Benji is loving it and Ben and I are trying to get her to say Momma and Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3489955104336899779?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3489955104336899779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3489955104336899779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3489955104336899779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3489955104336899779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TLezfPjUeWI/AAAAAAAABIk/DAHq9EbJ-K8/s72-c/SAM_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2704778537308534238</id><published>2010-09-15T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:55:42.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's 1 skating party</title><content type='html'>I remember loving skating as a child.&amp;nbsp; I was never afraid to skate as fast as I could and was actually pretty good at it.&amp;nbsp; Well, fast forward approximately 25 years.&amp;nbsp; I could barely stand up in the skates, much less skate.&amp;nbsp; It did not take me long to realize that it is a longer and harder fall, I could possibly break something really important, and my full attention was needed on my family at all times.&amp;nbsp; Benji and I put the skates on and made it to the rink, but that was as far as we could make ourselves go.&amp;nbsp; Ben did really good on the small plastic ones and he is ready to go back.&amp;nbsp; &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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyVykGjrI/AAAAAAAABIM/Em8K7KFFQKM/s1600/ben+and+victoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyVykGjrI/AAAAAAAABIM/Em8K7KFFQKM/s400/ben+and+victoria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben and the older woman, the 5 year old Birthday girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyXfxp30I/AAAAAAAABIU/ZdJgoYteaSY/s1600/ben+skating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyXfxp30I/AAAAAAAABIU/ZdJgoYteaSY/s400/ben+skating.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Ben on his skates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyY-QYHjI/AAAAAAAABIc/V_sEknH4COg/s1600/benji+skating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyY-QYHjI/AAAAAAAABIc/V_sEknH4COg/s320/benji+skating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Benji on his skates (not sure why I cannot turn it )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Yes, there are some pics of me skating, but since it is my blog, I control what goes on here.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-2704778537308534238?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2704778537308534238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=2704778537308534238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2704778537308534238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2704778537308534238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/09/bens-1-skating-party.html' title='Ben&apos;s 1 skating party'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEyVykGjrI/AAAAAAAABIM/Em8K7KFFQKM/s72-c/ben+and+victoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8504246376492184096</id><published>2010-09-15T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:50:48.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>We technically did not take a family vacation this summer until Labor Day. With being in the hospital, having Reese, moving and benji being out of work, we all needed one but could not fit it in.&amp;nbsp; The kids and I went with my mom and brother in May and I went with my BFF on a short weekend trip over Memorial Day Weekend.&amp;nbsp; We decided kinda late minute, once Benji got a new job offer, to take a trip and that we did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExGWdzg9I/AAAAAAAABHk/ZNrfQWXfGJM/s1600/ben+at+beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExGWdzg9I/AAAAAAAABHk/ZNrfQWXfGJM/s400/ben+at+beach.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben being silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExIqW9MMI/AAAAAAAABHs/_Gn9wDJbick/s1600/benji+and+kids+at+beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExIqW9MMI/AAAAAAAABHs/_Gn9wDJbick/s400/benji+and+kids+at+beach.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese laughing at Ben, as usual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExP3u_I-I/AAAAAAAABIE/gCsQGp0xVc0/s1600/view+from+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExP3u_I-I/AAAAAAAABIE/gCsQGp0xVc0/s400/view+from+house.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ocean Lakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big B has lots more pictures.&amp;nbsp; Apparently keeping up with Ben and Reese was too much for me to remember to actually photograph the moments. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8504246376492184096?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8504246376492184096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8504246376492184096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8504246376492184096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8504246376492184096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-beach-trip.html' title='Labor Day Beach Trip'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJExGWdzg9I/AAAAAAAABHk/ZNrfQWXfGJM/s72-c/ben+at+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6917684524285330278</id><published>2010-09-15T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:46:10.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 40th Birthday Benji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEwCax9ODI/AAAAAAAABHc/ylAgfEkBQkk/s1600/Invite.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEwCax9ODI/AAAAAAAABHc/ylAgfEkBQkk/s640/Invite.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Benji's 40th birthday at home this year, but will all the favors of the 1970's.&amp;nbsp; We had records and peace signs for the decorations, fondue and finger foods for the food, and lots of 1970s rock and roll blaring, including Benji's favorite song Delta Dawn.&amp;nbsp; Even though he found out about the party, without all the details, and it was supposed to be a surprise, we all had a great time.&amp;nbsp; &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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEv5ggKtlI/AAAAAAAABHE/zcDTnCpMmOE/s1600/benjis+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEv5ggKtlI/AAAAAAAABHE/zcDTnCpMmOE/s400/benjis+cake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cake with a picture of Benji at 4 holding a guitar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEv8qFeiZI/AAAAAAAABHM/n6CM7mMvVs0/s1600/fondue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEv8qFeiZI/AAAAAAAABHM/n6CM7mMvVs0/s400/fondue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The side table of food with the fondue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEv-HEtX_I/AAAAAAAABHU/iMvrjqSSfkI/s1600/me+and+benji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEv-HEtX_I/AAAAAAAABHU/iMvrjqSSfkI/s400/me+and+benji.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benji and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not sure why these pics are so blurry on here.&amp;nbsp; Sorry!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-6917684524285330278?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6917684524285330278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6917684524285330278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6917684524285330278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6917684524285330278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-40th-birthday-benji.html' title='Happy 40th Birthday Benji'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEwCax9ODI/AAAAAAAABHc/ylAgfEkBQkk/s72-c/Invite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4426697160864663297</id><published>2010-09-15T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:37:51.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 4K</title><content type='html'>We debated all last year on wether to send Ben to public school for 4K.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty much done with paying private tuition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was tested in December and it was decided that he did not need it, if we wanted to keep him at the preschool where he has been.&amp;nbsp; We were living in District 7&amp;nbsp;and there you must "need" it and meet the requirements. I knew that we would be moving to a different district in the fall, so I started looking in District 6.&amp;nbsp; In District 6, the closest elementary school did not offer a 4K program, and I was going to have to drive across town and then downtown each morning.&amp;nbsp; So after careful consideration, we decided to keep Ben where he was so that he would have one last year with his friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEt-mZ6lLI/AAAAAAAABGs/yIZgWIQQJvk/s1600/ben+1st+day+of+school.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEt-mZ6lLI/AAAAAAAABGs/yIZgWIQQJvk/s400/ben+1st+day+of+school.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure why it is so blurry.&amp;nbsp; The morning of the first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEuBK0HhYI/AAAAAAAABG0/Xr9Z6QMjXjc/s1600/ben+and+bookbag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEuBK0HhYI/AAAAAAAABG0/Xr9Z6QMjXjc/s400/ben+and+bookbag.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off his Star Wars bookbag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, since Benji was going back to work, Reese started too.&amp;nbsp; She has the same teacher that Ben had in the baby room and I feel confident is she loved on all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEuGRxY-fI/AAAAAAAABG8/NHdk6gjGjrc/s1600/Reese+1st+day+of+school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEuGRxY-fI/AAAAAAAABG8/NHdk6gjGjrc/s400/Reese+1st+day+of+school.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-4426697160864663297?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4426697160864663297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4426697160864663297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4426697160864663297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4426697160864663297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-4k.html' title='First Day of 4K'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TJEt-mZ6lLI/AAAAAAAABGs/yIZgWIQQJvk/s72-c/ben+1st+day+of+school.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1703180839732441145</id><published>2010-09-15T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:08:27.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How did we ever survive without internet??</title><content type='html'>Seriously??&amp;nbsp; I hate to admit my addiction to the internet.&amp;nbsp; I read the local news, check my facebook and personal email and do more than enough shopping.&amp;nbsp; Never did I realize how dependent I am until we moved.&amp;nbsp; Now, rest assured I get more pleasure in where we live than surfing the internet, but apparently the internet is my drug.&amp;nbsp; One hit now, please!!!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, due to lack of reliable internet service in the area in which we live, I have been depending on work (where I have little time) or going back to the condo where our nice MAC still sits connected to Charter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ayway, here is the latest updates in possible random order, because I am at work and probably have millions of things that need to be done.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-1703180839732441145?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1703180839732441145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1703180839732441145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1703180839732441145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1703180839732441145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-did-we-ever-survive-without.html' title='How did we ever survive without internet??'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5845315656685962012</id><published>2010-08-01T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:03:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for 4K</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe that my 1st baby will be in 4K this fall. &amp;nbsp;He will be staying at the same preschool he has been at (instead of going to public 4K) and he is (was) very excited about going back. &amp;nbsp;That was until I told him who was going to be in his class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of history-&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Victoria have been in the same class since the nursery. &amp;nbsp;She is this sweet and cute little blond girl who has stolen Ben's heart. &amp;nbsp;SO much in fact, that one day last fall Ben told me that he was upset because his teacher told him that he could not marry Victoria until he was older when he mentioned the possibility in school one day. &amp;nbsp;She always hugs him in the mornings and puts her arm around him. &amp;nbsp;Totally sweet. &amp;nbsp;Ben even had to get her a present for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Nothing says love to a 4 year old like a stuffed frog. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, a few weeks ago Ben was being BAD. &amp;nbsp;One of those moments that I just put him in his room and told him he could come out when he could explain to me why he was acting that way. &amp;nbsp;After a few minutes, he hollered for me to come into his room so he could "explain why he was being bad." &amp;nbsp;"Because I am so in love with Victoria" he said. &amp;nbsp;Seriously?? &amp;nbsp;I thought raging hormones did not come around for a few more years. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I laughed and let him but thought it was cute, especially since he has not seen Victoria since school got out in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, Ben's class roll comes in the mail. &amp;nbsp;I proceed to tell him his teacher's name and who all is going to be in his class. &amp;nbsp;The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Steven". &amp;nbsp;"wasn't he in your class last year?"&lt;br /&gt;Ben- "Victoria??"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Hailey, Jamison". "oh, I like those 2 girls"&lt;br /&gt;Ben- "Victoria??"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Fritz"- Good you missed him last year"&lt;br /&gt;Ben- Victoria??"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Alex, Luke and a new girl named Marnie" &amp;nbsp;Sounds like you are going to have a good class&lt;br /&gt;Ben- "what about Victoria" &amp;nbsp;He forgot to mention Noah, who was his best buddy last year. &lt;br /&gt;Me- Sorry, Victoria must be in the other class. &lt;br /&gt;Ben- "Bummers, I hope I can still see her in the mornings" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually pretty bummed about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TFTuGRx06MI/AAAAAAAABGU/7drC7PQmB3g/s1600/SAM_0823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TFTuGRx06MI/AAAAAAAABGU/7drC7PQmB3g/s640/SAM_0823.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Victoria saved Ben a seat at his birthday party and put her arm around him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saved him a seat at the Strawberry patch. &amp;nbsp;He got up and hid behind the pole when he saw me taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TFTxxCGPNeI/AAAAAAAABGc/oDjQtcptngE/s1600/SAM_0964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TFTxxCGPNeI/AAAAAAAABGc/oDjQtcptngE/s640/SAM_0964.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5845315656685962012?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TFTuGRx06MI/AAAAAAAABGU/7drC7PQmB3g/s72-c/SAM_0823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4732866492013094663</id><published>2010-07-20T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:37:31.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Intentions</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping up with Reese's milestones the way all good mothers do...scribbled on random pieces of paper stuck inside books, magazines, purses, etc. &amp;nbsp;We have been so busy and she is growing up so fast, that another week passes before I know it. &amp;nbsp;I am going to post here before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese was 4 months on July 15 and here are some tidbits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"talking" nonstop. &amp;nbsp;She is quite the little chatterbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves when someone talks to her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughs constantly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adores her brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adored by her brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eats 5 ounces per sitting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeps from 10 pm-830 am at night, usually goes back to sleep after eating until late morning. &amp;nbsp;Awake most of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seems to be teething&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sucks her fist so hard that you can hear her across the room. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hates being on her tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to sit up and can with assistance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has rolled from back to side(s), but does not like being on her tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wears size 2 diapers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wears 3-6 months clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still cannot wear a hairbow because her hair is so fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has the chubbiest and cutest little legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rarely cries. &amp;nbsp;When she does, she is either wet, hungry or tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has the same bright blue eyes as Ben, but not quite as big.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has brown hair with a reddish tint (yes, I said it...red)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blesses all every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TEZc_OcOF4I/AAAAAAAABGM/C9HiDz3BUV0/s1600/Lineberry+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TEZc_OcOF4I/AAAAAAAABGM/C9HiDz3BUV0/s640/Lineberry+103.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Intentions'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TEZc_OcOF4I/AAAAAAAABGM/C9HiDz3BUV0/s72-c/Lineberry+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4992692113871627463</id><published>2010-07-06T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:26:10.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Ben is always making me and everyone laugh. &amp;nbsp;As smart and charming as is, I am already preparing myself for him being the class clown. &amp;nbsp;His new favorite game, and he does not know how much he learns, is to give you a letter and a hint and make you guess what he is thinking. &amp;nbsp;Tonight the game started out harmless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &amp;nbsp;F-ffffffff, bees make honey from this&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;fork? &amp;nbsp;No? &amp;nbsp;french fries? &amp;nbsp;Oh, flowers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &amp;nbsp;G,gggggg, outside and you walk on it&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Grapes? &amp;nbsp;Goopies (I make up words just to hear him laugh), No? &amp;nbsp;Oh, grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &amp;nbsp;B,bbbbbb, in the refridgerator and you drink it&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;uh, bubbles?? &amp;nbsp;barnacles? &amp;nbsp;I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &amp;nbsp;You know mommy, Beer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-4992692113871627463?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the island in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TDKT77ko7nI/AAAAAAAABE0/LTVtbRKA1JI/s1600/SAM_1404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TDKT77ko7nI/AAAAAAAABE0/LTVtbRKA1JI/s400/SAM_1404.JPG" width="400" /&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/7400090506949065059-2100052320729421631?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2100052320729421631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TDKSFd9YGgI/AAAAAAAABDs/uIgdNrF9_-E/s72-c/SAM_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5428008903784474268</id><published>2010-06-27T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:11:13.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnV78QA9I/AAAAAAAABDM/TWqrtG-xRLs/s1600/SAM_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnV78QA9I/AAAAAAAABDM/TWqrtG-xRLs/s400/SAM_1322.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben absolutely adores Reese and I think the feeling is mutual. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnjlpIoHI/AAAAAAAABDU/m6hpfzSSYQU/s1600/SAM_1363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnjlpIoHI/AAAAAAAABDU/m6hpfzSSYQU/s400/SAM_1363.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnsumOMAI/AAAAAAAABDc/Fkfuh2dGRY0/s1600/SAM_1364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnsumOMAI/AAAAAAAABDc/Fkfuh2dGRY0/s400/SAM_1364.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese and her "look"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfn0kMfSXI/AAAAAAAABDk/hMPGqXZUC-w/s1600/SAM_1368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfn0kMfSXI/AAAAAAAABDk/hMPGqXZUC-w/s400/SAM_1368.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both kids got shots last week. &amp;nbsp;Ben weighed 37 pounds, and I forgot his height. &amp;nbsp;I will update when we go back next month. &amp;nbsp;Reese was 11.8 pounds and 23 inches. &amp;nbsp;Both were troopers and Ben never shed a tear. &amp;nbsp;He said he was going to be like Iron Man. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5428008903784474268?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5428008903784474268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5428008903784474268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5428008903784474268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5428008903784474268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-world.html' title='My world'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfnV78QA9I/AAAAAAAABDM/TWqrtG-xRLs/s72-c/SAM_1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8105560600662572387</id><published>2010-06-27T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:04:13.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're almost there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We should be moving in 2 weeks. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure most of you would have all your stuff boxed, labeled and ready to go. &amp;nbsp;I like to be different, so I do not. &amp;nbsp;I am stressing now knowing that we have plenty of volunteer movers and some trucks and trailers ready to go, but nothing really packed. &amp;nbsp;Good thing is that we do not have a deadline for getting out of here so we really only have to move the big stuff and everyday stuff (clothes, toiletries, etc) at first. &amp;nbsp;I am still cleaning out and plan to put a whole bunch of stuff on Craigs list in the next few days. &amp;nbsp;If any of you are needing something, chances are that I have at least 1 so let me know. &amp;nbsp;If things do not sell on CL, then they will more than likely end up in the dumpster somewhere. &amp;nbsp;Here are the latest pictures, made today. &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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfmCngiQDI/AAAAAAAABDE/AVFE75-o-6Q/s1600/SAM_1334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfmCngiQDI/AAAAAAAABDE/AVFE75-o-6Q/s400/SAM_1334.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concrete Pad was poured last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCflZ44fqgI/AAAAAAAABCk/lg9dpN06DOw/s1600/SAM_1351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCflZ44fqgI/AAAAAAAABCk/lg9dpN06DOw/s400/SAM_1351.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabinets in and 1st round of stain, island in and countertops in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfll1qNNcI/AAAAAAAABCs/LJSDoTF5_Kk/s1600/SAM_1356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfll1qNNcI/AAAAAAAABCs/LJSDoTF5_Kk/s400/SAM_1356.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids/Guest bathroom vanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfl1TvgOcI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZuvV5ZHlmBU/s1600/SAM_1360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfl1TvgOcI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZuvV5ZHlmBU/s400/SAM_1360.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from hall. &amp;nbsp;Dining room and front door on right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfluOZk87I/AAAAAAAABC0/Gt4tsvQN2RE/s1600/SAM_1359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfluOZk87I/AAAAAAAABC0/Gt4tsvQN2RE/s400/SAM_1359.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from Reese's bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Needless to say, we are super duper excited about getting moved in. &amp;nbsp;The yard is calling Ben and my back porch is calling me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8105560600662572387?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8105560600662572387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8105560600662572387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8105560600662572387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8105560600662572387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-almost-there.html' title='We&apos;re almost there...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TCfmCngiQDI/AAAAAAAABDE/AVFE75-o-6Q/s72-c/SAM_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1815136276060105505</id><published>2010-06-15T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:18:35.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've come a long way baby!</title><content type='html'>3 months ago, a special little lady entered our lives. &amp;nbsp;She showed her might way before she even entered this world. &amp;nbsp;We are so blessed to have her in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 15, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbeFiOQuCI/AAAAAAAABB0/9PU6k7jP4Dk/s1600/SAM_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbeFiOQuCI/AAAAAAAABB0/9PU6k7jP4Dk/s400/SAM_0390.JPG" width="400" /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbeTZSkYfI/AAAAAAAABB8/9DlhfUKmHaU/s1600/SAM_0412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbeTZSkYfI/AAAAAAAABB8/9DlhfUKmHaU/s400/SAM_0412.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;June 15, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbfjLA3K3I/AAAAAAAABCE/ZW0Rbj5xSqs/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbfjLA3K3I/AAAAAAAABCE/ZW0Rbj5xSqs/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbfn-MWT5I/AAAAAAAABCM/fZi0Cs7Q_wM/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbfn-MWT5I/AAAAAAAABCM/fZi0Cs7Q_wM/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbf4wLKSTI/AAAAAAAABCU/YF63ZqfpT2A/s1600/SAM_1281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbf4wLKSTI/AAAAAAAABCU/YF63ZqfpT2A/s400/SAM_1281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now weighs about 11.5 pounds. &amp;nbsp;Not exactly sure, we missed the 2 month check up and will be going this week for the 3 month. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves to eat. &amp;nbsp;She is now taking 5 ounces at most feedings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wearing a size 2 diaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Outgrowing 0-3 months clothes because she is so long. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Does not like pacifiers, she prefers her fingers. &amp;nbsp;At least until she gags herself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Started sleeping through the night at about 9 weeks. &amp;nbsp;Most nights it is 10 pm-630am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Has the biggest smile where all you see is gums. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves kisses, to be held, and talked to. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Has big blue eyes. &amp;nbsp;Her hair is getting darker and most has fallen out (compared to birth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Loves baths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Adores her brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Does not like socks, shoes or covers on her feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Coos and Aahs at everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/7400090506949065059-1815136276060105505?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1815136276060105505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TBbeFiOQuCI/AAAAAAAABB0/9PU6k7jP4Dk/s72-c/SAM_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8469437091961376097</id><published>2010-06-01T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:31:02.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benji lost something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So something happened that is totally not about Ben or Reese but equally blog worthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 years worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWk7sG8ujI/AAAAAAAABBE/4_BSY9aJdnU/s1600/SAM_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWk7sG8ujI/AAAAAAAABBE/4_BSY9aJdnU/s400/SAM_1249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlCsisePI/AAAAAAAABBM/aRo64q_OW2U/s1600/SAM_1250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlCsisePI/AAAAAAAABBM/aRo64q_OW2U/s400/SAM_1250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deciding where to cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlMYkU_WI/AAAAAAAABBU/q2KGYHNCbGY/s1600/SAM_1256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlMYkU_WI/AAAAAAAABBU/q2KGYHNCbGY/s400/SAM_1256.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben cannot believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlTo_lyQI/AAAAAAAABBc/yHVEhL2uYOw/s1600/SAM_1259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlTo_lyQI/AAAAAAAABBc/yHVEhL2uYOw/s400/SAM_1259.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Locks of Love. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlbCQokLI/AAAAAAAABBk/iCbnrIyp2gc/s1600/SAM_1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlbCQokLI/AAAAAAAABBk/iCbnrIyp2gc/s400/SAM_1260.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta Da!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlhpeNtXI/AAAAAAAABBs/8NERJL3sCx8/s1600/SAM_1261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWlhpeNtXI/AAAAAAAABBs/8NERJL3sCx8/s400/SAM_1261.JPG" width="400" /&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/7400090506949065059-8469437091961376097?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8469437091961376097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8469437091961376097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8469437091961376097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8469437091961376097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/06/benji-lost-something.html' title='Benji lost something'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/TAWk7sG8ujI/AAAAAAAABBE/4_BSY9aJdnU/s72-c/SAM_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4047935983339504226</id><published>2010-05-21T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:27:48.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Updates</title><content type='html'>We are rounding the finish line with house building. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, we will be settled in by the 4th of July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steps up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLbL4xU9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/K4lhFpfShfc/s1600/SAM_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLbL4xU9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/K4lhFpfShfc/s400/SAM_1149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's closet and secret hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLjiSrE4I/AAAAAAAAA_0/JSiu1_8rhWI/s1600/SAM_1150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLjiSrE4I/AAAAAAAAA_0/JSiu1_8rhWI/s400/SAM_1150.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tile in laundry/mud room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLtYD4xRI/AAAAAAAAA_8/RBqHlHyhrEI/s1600/SAM_1151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLtYD4xRI/AAAAAAAAA_8/RBqHlHyhrEI/s400/SAM_1151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new favorite thing in the house which was finished today, my (oops, our) shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dL4DktZ2I/AAAAAAAABAE/iFr2YzzaTKU/s1600/SAM_1155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dL4DktZ2I/AAAAAAAABAE/iFr2YzzaTKU/s400/SAM_1155.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tile in our bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dMasm9xTI/AAAAAAAABAM/F01MAUZq4dc/s1600/SAM_1159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dMasm9xTI/AAAAAAAABAM/F01MAUZq4dc/s400/SAM_1159.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tile in kids/guest bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dM0NHFbpI/AAAAAAAABAc/m17fl4Da8Jw/s1600/SAM_1175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dM0NHFbpI/AAAAAAAABAc/m17fl4Da8Jw/s400/SAM_1175.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese's Closet. &amp;nbsp;No secret compartment, but maybe Ben will share his!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNAA9gv5I/AAAAAAAABAk/e8X-1wYGvfU/s1600/SAM_1177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNAA9gv5I/AAAAAAAABAk/e8X-1wYGvfU/s400/SAM_1177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From front door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNOMa_xdI/AAAAAAAABAs/InwX63nYTP8/s1600/SAM_1185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNOMa_xdI/AAAAAAAABAs/InwX63nYTP8/s400/SAM_1185.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entire front porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNXrHEewI/AAAAAAAABA0/W1ZLL5DWHL0/s1600/SAM_1189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNXrHEewI/AAAAAAAABA0/W1ZLL5DWHL0/s400/SAM_1189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did allow Benji to get some air conditioning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dMlK6NIaI/AAAAAAAABAU/i0ugNniG_0M/s1600/SAM_1165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dMlK6NIaI/AAAAAAAABAU/i0ugNniG_0M/s400/SAM_1165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little house on the prairie. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNwD-e1DI/AAAAAAAABA8/A9GKTtlPt6w/s1600/SAM_1208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dNwD-e1DI/AAAAAAAABA8/A9GKTtlPt6w/s640/SAM_1208.JPG" width="640" /&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/7400090506949065059-4047935983339504226?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4047935983339504226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4047935983339504226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4047935983339504226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4047935983339504226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/05/house-updates.html' title='House Updates'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S_dLbL4xU9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/K4lhFpfShfc/s72-c/SAM_1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2611573382220402220</id><published>2010-05-15T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:01:09.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese at 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7Sh-zaawI/AAAAAAAAA_k/5C7mmJAZZuo/s1600/SAM_1056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7Sh-zaawI/AAAAAAAAA_k/5C7mmJAZZuo/s640/SAM_1056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe I am this big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Interesting Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;weighs a little over 10 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;totally outgrown preemie clothes, but wears a 0-3 months shirts and newborn pants. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drinks 4 ounces of formula. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleeping 5-6 hours at a time at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DOES NOT like to be laid down. &amp;nbsp;LOVES to be held. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her eyes have turned to blue and she has a reddish tint to her hair. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-2611573382220402220?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2611573382220402220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=2611573382220402220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2611573382220402220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2611573382220402220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/05/reese-at-2-months.html' title='Reese at 2 months'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7Sh-zaawI/AAAAAAAAA_k/5C7mmJAZZuo/s72-c/SAM_1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-9205929134852924982</id><published>2010-05-15T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:54:15.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute trip to beach</title><content type='html'>This past week was supposed to be the week we go to the beach with my family. &amp;nbsp;Well, this year Benji and I did not think we are going to be able to go. &amp;nbsp;Well, very lat minute I decided to take the kids for a few days. &amp;nbsp;We stayed with Scott and Sherrie. &amp;nbsp;We missed Benji, because he did not go, but had a very good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7QrU7gbnI/AAAAAAAAA-s/NBa1Mglnykc/s1600/SAM_1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7QrU7gbnI/AAAAAAAAA-s/NBa1Mglnykc/s400/SAM_1050.JPG" width="400" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7QxRunGbI/AAAAAAAAA-0/DbQZAaCtA9w/s1600/SAM_1052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2197274847908869008</id><published>2010-05-15T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:47:33.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Because of the baby dedication this year, we found it easier to have my mom and grandma over to Benji's parents for a mothers day lunch. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 4 of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7O81S1aUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/WdkWIUooDEU/s1600/SAM_1041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7O81S1aUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/WdkWIUooDEU/s400/SAM_1041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 4 of us plus my mom and Mema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7PX7jN7aI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Q_a3S_1FTVg/s1600/SAM_1039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7PX7jN7aI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Q_a3S_1FTVg/s400/SAM_1039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7Pgc_ze1I/AAAAAAAAA-c/NzdExgN0IBE/s1600/SAM_1045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7Pgc_ze1I/AAAAAAAAA-c/NzdExgN0IBE/s400/SAM_1045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benji's side&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7PrnRpwxI/AAAAAAAAA-k/HJILZ2C5qNc/s1600/SAM_1046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7PrnRpwxI/AAAAAAAAA-k/HJILZ2C5qNc/s400/SAM_1046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day. &amp;nbsp;We love you mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-2197274847908869008?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2197274847908869008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=2197274847908869008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2197274847908869008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2197274847908869008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7O81S1aUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/WdkWIUooDEU/s72-c/SAM_1041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4201372608968689366</id><published>2010-05-15T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:40:34.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day/Baby Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had both Ben and Reese dedicated on May 9, 2010 (mothers day). &amp;nbsp;ALl 3 sets of grandparents were there, 2 sets of great grandparents, and it was a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the dedication, we were asked to sit on the pew and wait. &amp;nbsp;The actual ceremony was a few minutes into the sermon. &amp;nbsp;Well, of course, right before the dedication, Ben informs Benji that he has to go the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;Now, Benji was already sweating and dreading the fact that we had to stand at the front of the church and this made it worse. &amp;nbsp;Benji took him and they were a few minutes late for the ceremony. &amp;nbsp;The preacher made it work and everything came out ok. &amp;nbsp;It was just funny and another day in the life with Ben. &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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NT6cboaI/AAAAAAAAA90/o4QjU1DJe_E/s1600/SAM_1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NT6cboaI/AAAAAAAAA90/o4QjU1DJe_E/s400/SAM_1031.JPG" width="400" /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NcG1p3XI/AAAAAAAAA98/j1Ny7v8hB2M/s1600/SAM_1033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NcG1p3XI/AAAAAAAAA98/j1Ny7v8hB2M/s400/SAM_1033.JPG" width="400" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NkI8cfTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Il3HR7FRzRk/s1600/SAM_1034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NkI8cfTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Il3HR7FRzRk/s400/SAM_1034.JPG" width="400" /&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/7400090506949065059-4201372608968689366?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4201372608968689366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-7NT6cboaI/AAAAAAAAA90/o4QjU1DJe_E/s72-c/SAM_1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6509616955455410543</id><published>2010-05-06T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:37:08.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-Lh8ml30gI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OyzQVgPrslo/s1600/SAM_0989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-Lh8ml30gI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OyzQVgPrslo/s640/SAM_0989.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All she needs is a flapper dress and she is ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-6509616955455410543?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6509616955455410543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6509616955455410543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6509616955455410543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6509616955455410543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/05/7-weeks.html' title='7 weeks'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-Lh8ml30gI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OyzQVgPrslo/s72-c/SAM_0989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8669946134535691775</id><published>2010-05-06T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:34:25.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields forever</title><content type='html'>One of the many bad things about being a working mom is missing out on a lot of fun things with my babies. &amp;nbsp;However, last week I got to go with Ben's class to Strawberry Hill. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time. &amp;nbsp;We got a tour, by the happiest tour guide ever, some strawberry ice cream and some strawberries to bring home. &amp;nbsp;Ben ate so many I thought he might wake up with red skin.&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-LgIn1iJRI/AAAAAAAAA88/IBAutdVJlcc/s1600/SAM_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-LgIn1iJRI/AAAAAAAAA88/IBAutdVJlcc/s400/SAM_0939.JPG" width="400" /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-LgOpsJByI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Uv2t5-wNaxw/s1600/SAM_0940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" 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href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-fields-forever.html' title='Strawberry Fields forever'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S-LgIn1iJRI/AAAAAAAAA88/IBAutdVJlcc/s72-c/SAM_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6267841121415533227</id><published>2010-04-28T21:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:11:49.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man is 4!</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that my "baby" was 4 on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;He tells me that even though we have a new baby he will always be my baby. &amp;nbsp;I'll remind him of that in a few years. &amp;nbsp;We celebrated his birthday the entire week before. &lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Chick Fil A had their birthday club party and that meant a free kids meal for Ben. &amp;nbsp;We went there and played on the play ground and had some free ice cream. &amp;nbsp;On Thursday, Benji and I picked him up from school and went to the park for some outdoor fun. &amp;nbsp;We all went to Wades for dinner and the wait staff sang Happy Birthday to Ben and he got more free ice cream. &amp;nbsp;His party was on Saturday at the Camp Croft fire department. &amp;nbsp;It was a big hit. &amp;nbsp;We had more celebrating on Sunday down at his Big B's and Nana's since that was his actual birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the park. &amp;nbsp;He was only still long enough for this pose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZDSOGg6I/AAAAAAAAA70/rm9A8lrBx5k/s1600/SAM_0793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZDSOGg6I/AAAAAAAAA70/rm9A8lrBx5k/s400/SAM_0793.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By this time, Reese had been drinking too much to enjoy the festivities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZQMVRQkI/AAAAAAAAA78/1oTT2ikLKGY/s1600/SAM_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZQMVRQkI/AAAAAAAAA78/1oTT2ikLKGY/s400/SAM_0796.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being silly with his ice cream at Wades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZkd6tFQI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oyLqOy6uXJ4/s1600/SAM_0800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZkd6tFQI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oyLqOy6uXJ4/s400/SAM_0800.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Future Mrs. Victoria Lineberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZ4ZDvlFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/huVC_MDQmFg/s1600/SAM_0823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZ4ZDvlFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/huVC_MDQmFg/s400/SAM_0823.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Explaining how to put on the fire suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jaHXmSQyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xupccmMslEs/s1600/SAM_0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jaHXmSQyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xupccmMslEs/s400/SAM_0830.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jaSCh1YRI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dG7WDX6VL1Q/s1600/SAM_0831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jaSCh1YRI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dG7WDX6VL1Q/s400/SAM_0831.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jadlNCPFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9fylWpEQZCE/s1600/SAM_0835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jadlNCPFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9fylWpEQZCE/s400/SAM_0835.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I need more cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9ja-RZYKBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5iPsEQ-lq1I/s1600/29490_388743852973_607962973_3880846_3806288_n.jpg" 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width="400" /&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/7400090506949065059-6267841121415533227?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6267841121415533227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6267841121415533227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6267841121415533227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6267841121415533227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/superben-is-4.html' title='Iron Man is 4!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S9jZDSOGg6I/AAAAAAAAA70/rm9A8lrBx5k/s72-c/SAM_0793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8317595776611315998</id><published>2010-04-20T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:52:23.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;was supposed to be Reese's official birthday. &amp;nbsp;Technically she was due on Apri 27, but the c-section was scheduled for the 19th. &amp;nbsp;So instead of having a freshly born baby, I have an ever growing 5 week old. &amp;nbsp;We love you so much Reese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85Wn8d_c1I/AAAAAAAAA7c/iG5_xU97mZI/s1600/SAM_0765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85Wn8d_c1I/AAAAAAAAA7c/iG5_xU97mZI/s400/SAM_0765.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85Wu9NwxzI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kxukf04XtiE/s1600/SAM_0766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85Wu9NwxzI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kxukf04XtiE/s400/SAM_0766.JPG" width="400" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85W2BeknFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9Yf6WpuhU5k/s1600/SAM_0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85W2BeknFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9Yf6WpuhU5k/s400/SAM_0773.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is starting to fill out (in??) the car seat. &amp;nbsp;She does not like it, but at least she looks more comfortable. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8317595776611315998?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8317595776611315998/comments/default' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S85Wn8d_c1I/AAAAAAAAA7c/iG5_xU97mZI/s72-c/SAM_0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2950875731804885288</id><published>2010-04-18T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:19:55.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on June</title><content type='html'>Here are the latest pictures of the house construction. &amp;nbsp;It is coming right along, with them finishing up the drywall this weekend. &amp;nbsp;Latest word is that we should get to move in by mid June, not that I have been waiting forever and growing impatient or anything. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, we are not busting out of the condo. &amp;nbsp;Here are some pictures made today, 04/18/2010.&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u7eKE2GeI/AAAAAAAAA6M/qG5pTh3K1XA/s1600/SAM_0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u7eKE2GeI/AAAAAAAAA6M/qG5pTh3K1XA/s320/SAM_0710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the garage going into the laundry room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u7kZ_Db3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/IxKO5rQzjLU/s1600/SAM_0711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u7kZ_Db3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/IxKO5rQzjLU/s320/SAM_0711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laundry Room into hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u7sjRszlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NKX9Dm_iNyA/s1600/SAM_0713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u7sjRszlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NKX9Dm_iNyA/s320/SAM_0713.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen into living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u73OmzJhI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ysYNW3IqMeU/s1600/SAM_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u73OmzJhI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ysYNW3IqMeU/s320/SAM_0715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I plan on spending a lot of time in here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u8GTqfXII/AAAAAAAAA6s/A3XgSWmoe9o/s1600/SAM_0718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u8GTqfXII/AAAAAAAAA6s/A3XgSWmoe9o/s320/SAM_0718.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into Breakfast nook and out into back porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u8MvWxsQI/AAAAAAAAA60/384jQXwnCE8/s1600/SAM_0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u8MvWxsQI/AAAAAAAAA60/384jQXwnCE8/s320/SAM_0719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dining room on left and down hall into kids bedrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u8XYgE78I/AAAAAAAAA68/xbYQnNDISZU/s1600/SAM_0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u8XYgE78I/AAAAAAAAA68/xbYQnNDISZU/s320/SAM_0728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front door into living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8222108984863943461</id><published>2010-04-18T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:07:34.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u6qjf23OI/AAAAAAAAA58/6Zd9Lv0aMtU/s1600/SAM_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u6qjf23OI/AAAAAAAAA58/6Zd9Lv0aMtU/s640/SAM_0690.JPG" width="640" /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u6w15BOQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/OI8MU9oXtCQ/s1600/SAM_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" 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href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S8u6qjf23OI/AAAAAAAAA58/6Zd9Lv0aMtU/s72-c/SAM_0690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8254027018167725669</id><published>2010-04-13T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:25:19.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4 weeks Reese</title><content type='html'>Well, life is just flying by. &amp;nbsp;Reese is 4 weeks old today, 2 days from being a whole month old!!! &lt;br /&gt;Some interesting tidbits about the Misses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As of last Wednesday, April 7, 2010, Reese weighed 6 pounds and 8.5 ounces. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was diagnosed on that date as having Reflux and was prescribed Zantac. &amp;nbsp;I took to the dr because of congestion. &amp;nbsp;I then self diagnosed her and took her off Neo Sure (the preemie formula) and put her back on the regular. &amp;nbsp;She has been totally different and much better since. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is steadily practicing for future swim meets. &amp;nbsp;She loves to push off your legs or hands with her feet. &amp;nbsp;If she is laying down, she is in constant motion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is totally involved in conversations, knowing they mostly are about her. &amp;nbsp;If she is laying on one side, she will pick her head up and move it to the other side, almost as to say "Here is my opinion"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to beheld and loved on. &amp;nbsp;She loves you to hold her up on your chest and she gets in that frog position and is fast asleep. &amp;nbsp;Except, between 2-4 am, when she loves to be awake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has officially learned how to grip long hair. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is still mostly drinking 2 ounces, but sometimes more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a Pampers kind of girl. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her big brother is smitten with her, along with the rest of us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a total joy!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8254027018167725669?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8254027018167725669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5174904076393561320</id><published>2010-04-06T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:40:46.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>Even as busy as we have been, Ben has been a real trooper. &amp;nbsp;I was lucky enough to be out with him all last week. &amp;nbsp;He loved spending time with his sister, even though we could not go anywhere. &amp;nbsp;We have to wait until Reese is a little older and bigger to take her to large crowds. On a last minute whim, &amp;nbsp;One day we did take Ben to the Children's Museum in Greenville. &amp;nbsp;He really liked it. &amp;nbsp;The only thing was that I was disppointed that adults were charged the same admission price as the kids. &amp;nbsp;$36.00 for the 3 of us was a little steep, but I guess it was worth it if he liked it. &lt;br /&gt;Ben was great at the museum and after seeing so many other kids, made me even more proud that he really is so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben being his jokester self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubd8OD8nI/AAAAAAAAA50/81Mo9bSOfV8/s1600/SAM_0656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubd8OD8nI/AAAAAAAAA50/81Mo9bSOfV8/s400/SAM_0656.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and I outside. &amp;nbsp;You can see him if you look hard. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubVU16lJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/V9OOhweJqus/s1600/SAM_0651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubVU16lJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/V9OOhweJqus/s400/SAM_0651.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me teaching Ben how to ring up his items. &amp;nbsp;He loved the pretend grocery store. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7uaYvcPUZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/3KwE3xkNZmg/s1600/SAM_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7uaYvcPUZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/3KwE3xkNZmg/s400/SAM_0538.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Filling his buggy with lots of stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7uaRIuG2HI/AAAAAAAAA5M/av7Ag-L96JQ/s1600/SAM_0537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7uaRIuG2HI/AAAAAAAAA5M/av7Ag-L96JQ/s400/SAM_0537.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Milking the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ua09i6LXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/6EYhgqH2Ya4/s1600/SAM_0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ua09i6LXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/6EYhgqH2Ya4/s400/SAM_0600.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moving the rocks in the construction site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubFMvSGrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/nz1hXtCp2gY/s1600/SAM_0628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubFMvSGrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/nz1hXtCp2gY/s400/SAM_0628.JPG" width="400" /&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/7400090506949065059-5174904076393561320?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5174904076393561320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5174904076393561320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5174904076393561320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5174904076393561320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7ubd8OD8nI/AAAAAAAAA50/81Mo9bSOfV8/s72-c/SAM_0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5773757858468206018</id><published>2010-04-01T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:32:40.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S7nMbfZbI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aH-nlkd1lzE/s1600/SAM_0658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S7nMbfZbI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aH-nlkd1lzE/s320/SAM_0658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By Reese's second week, she was drinking 2 ounces every 3 hours. &amp;nbsp;Doctors told us that because of her size, we would need to make sure we woke her up every 3 hours to eat. &lt;br /&gt;She is a great baby. &amp;nbsp;Since she is a preemie, she mostly sleeps, but this week started spending some extra time awake. &amp;nbsp;She especially loved the time between 1-3 a.m. where she was fully awake and studying the world around her. &amp;nbsp;She also started lifting her head and following people's voices this week. &amp;nbsp;She laughs, outloud, probably thinking she has the loudest and craziest family ever. &lt;br /&gt;Ben is totally in love with her, but wants her to be able to be more mobile and play with him. &amp;nbsp;I informed him that time will come way too soon and he will be ready for her to leave him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, she is a total joy and delight and a fabulous final addition to our family. &amp;nbsp;We are totally in love with her and she seems pretty pleased with us, as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5773757858468206018?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5773757858468206018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5773757858468206018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5773757858468206018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5773757858468206018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-2-weeks.html' title='Happy 2 weeks!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S7nMbfZbI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aH-nlkd1lzE/s72-c/SAM_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4792451803597041755</id><published>2010-04-01T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:27:39.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6gsSqY6I/AAAAAAAAA48/E7vDV-bWmMM/s1600/SAM_0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6gsSqY6I/AAAAAAAAA48/E7vDV-bWmMM/s320/SAM_0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6Rb7aAiI/AAAAAAAAA40/lB71ddJ8_NM/s1600/SAM_0523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6Rb7aAiI/AAAAAAAAA40/lB71ddJ8_NM/s320/SAM_0523.JPG" /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6FKeFwaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4-TbFu0Xpg8/s1600/SAM_0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6FKeFwaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4-TbFu0Xpg8/s320/SAM_0521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1 week, Reese was taking between .5 and 1 oz of formula every 2 hours. &amp;nbsp;She lost 1 oz in the hospital and was 4.15 at her first dr appointment on 03/18/2010. &amp;nbsp;Dr Surqa examined Reese in the hospital and come to find out he and Benji graduated high school together. &amp;nbsp;He is new to the practice and I really like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-4792451803597041755?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4792451803597041755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4792451803597041755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4792451803597041755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4792451803597041755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-1-week.html' title='Happy 1 week!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7S6gsSqY6I/AAAAAAAAA48/E7vDV-bWmMM/s72-c/SAM_0510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1416985335892957593</id><published>2010-04-01T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:21:04.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese Lineberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the nursery minutes after entering the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaBRhpHeI/AAAAAAAAA3U/-PSwipYyx8E/s1600/SAM_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaBRhpHeI/AAAAAAAAA3U/-PSwipYyx8E/s320/SAM_0360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Me and Reese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaVBuo9kI/AAAAAAAAA3k/LM9HsjwSzWQ/s1600/SAM_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaVBuo9kI/AAAAAAAAA3k/LM9HsjwSzWQ/s320/SAM_0390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaE8L6XDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/CpIhQA9aJDA/s1600/SAM_0364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaE8L6XDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/CpIhQA9aJDA/s320/SAM_0364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Reese with her tiny little IV&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7Fafn_aepI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JKvuAJ718mo/s1600/SAM_0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7Fafn_aepI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JKvuAJ718mo/s320/SAM_0394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reese's Heart Beat cuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FapGi3h6I/AAAAAAAAA30/usv97yDa8OU/s1600/SAM_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FapGi3h6I/AAAAAAAAA30/usv97yDa8OU/s320/SAM_0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving the hospital and headed home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7Fa1h7ODAI/AAAAAAAAA38/vQ_dC6UjReY/s1600/SAM_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7Fa1h7ODAI/AAAAAAAAA38/vQ_dC6UjReY/s320/SAM_0428.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/7400090506949065059-1416985335892957593?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1416985335892957593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1416985335892957593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1416985335892957593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1416985335892957593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/reese-lineberry.html' title='Reese Lineberry'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S7FaBRhpHeI/AAAAAAAAA3U/-PSwipYyx8E/s72-c/SAM_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-289135011521115109</id><published>2010-03-29T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:49:21.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alana Reese Lineberry</title><content type='html'>**WARNING- The following is Reese's birth story. &amp;nbsp;It is not politically correct and may be a little vulgar. &amp;nbsp;However, the writing here does not express the actual pain I went through, the joy of Reese being born, and the crazy 3 weeks surrounding her birth**&lt;br /&gt;Side note- &amp;nbsp;my mom left on the previous Sunday to work in Richmond, VA for the month. &amp;nbsp;I had assured her that I was still a few weeks away from delivering and that I would be fine. &amp;nbsp;I supported her decision to go. &amp;nbsp;I called her on Tuesday to tell her what was happening. &amp;nbsp;She wanted to come straight back home, but I convinced her to stay another week because I was pretty sure, I was going to need her paycheck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 6:00 on Tuesday, March 2, 2010 and thought that I had peed on myself. &amp;nbsp;I was not concerned, however, and continued to get ready for work. &amp;nbsp;By the time I left the house, I knew something was not quite right because I could not stop the flow of liquid soaking my pants. &amp;nbsp;I got to work and asked a co-worker and friend if she remember what it was like when her water broke. &amp;nbsp;She told me and it sounded exactly what was going on. My water was broken by doctor with Ben since I was induced. &amp;nbsp;I still believed that I was just going to need some Depends and that I should have been practicing my Kegals more regularly. &amp;nbsp;She encouraged me to call the doctor. &amp;nbsp;I called the doctor's office and told the nurse that I believed that at 32 weeks, my water had broken. &amp;nbsp;They immediately asked me to come in to see. &amp;nbsp;I debated calling Benji because I still felt like it was not a big deal, however I called his cell phone and we was not quite yet on his way to Charlotte. &amp;nbsp;He met me at the doctors office. &amp;nbsp;I was put in the exam room and chatted with the nurse about how this was probably just urine since that is common at that stage of the pregnancy with the baby laying on my bladder. &amp;nbsp;My doctor, Dr. Toler, came in to check me. &amp;nbsp;I heard him say "Well. this is not in the plan" and proceeded to tell me that my membranes had ruptured and that he was admitting me to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;I said, "Oh, for a few hours to be observed?" &amp;nbsp;He said, "No, until you deliver or we take the baby at 34 weeks." &amp;nbsp;Me, Totally freaking out, quickly started to panic and remembered all the things that I had not done and how was I going to make it in the hospital for at least 2 weeks. &amp;nbsp;Benji and I left the office, and walked over to the main hospital to be admitted. &amp;nbsp;It had started to snow and I had no idea what was in store for me. &amp;nbsp;I sent Benji home to pack some bags including toiletries and changes of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Labor and Delivery and was admitted to the Mary Black Hotel, where I would say for the next 15 days. &amp;nbsp;I was first put in Room 351, where I layed all day looking outside and watching the snow fall. &amp;nbsp;They decided by that night that they would move me since I did not need to be in a Labor and Delivery room. &amp;nbsp;I was moved to Room 366 across the hall and by the nursing station where I could be monitored. &amp;nbsp;I was hooked up to an IV for continuous antibiotics and was given my first Steriod shot. &amp;nbsp;This shot was 1 of 2 to help advance Reese's lungs in case she came earlier. &amp;nbsp;This shot was given in the hip and hurt like the dickens. &lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;THe ultrasound showed that my amniotic fluid was a 9. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, the average is around 15-20 cc. &amp;nbsp;I was continuously leaking, but tests showed that Reese was constantly remaking the fluid. &amp;nbsp;I was on a fetal monitor for 2 hour monitoring and all the tests showed her heart rate was very strong and I was having no contractions. &amp;nbsp;I had a few visitors that day, all whom brought me magazines, books and movies to pass the time. &amp;nbsp;I am forever grateful!&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to get out of the bed, so another of bedpanning it and no shower was in store. &amp;nbsp;FUN!! I received another steroid shot to help Reese's lungs. &amp;nbsp;Again, painful, but not about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;I was not in any pain and boredom was quickly setting in. &amp;nbsp;Friends came to keep me company and I was prepared to be moved to a padded room. &amp;nbsp;I said a quick prayer. something I need to do more often, for God to grant me the patience to hang out until Reese was ready to enter the world. &amp;nbsp;As bad as I wanted out of there, I knew that her well being was the most important. &amp;nbsp;My nurse that night helped me wash my hair and for a small second, I felt like a new woman. &amp;nbsp;The night nurses decided that it was time to change the entry for my IV. &amp;nbsp;However, out of the 4 nurses and 7 sticks, no one could get a vein to stay. &amp;nbsp;Finally, one got it in. &amp;nbsp;I got a gift for being a good patient (and not cussing them out, I guess). &lt;br /&gt;Another round of bad news came when my Benji told me later that evening, even though he wanted to wait, that he was being laid off. &amp;nbsp;It was not a total shock, but the timing sucked. &amp;nbsp;I was in the hospital about to give birth to another child, our house is being built and we were going to be down to one income. &amp;nbsp;I spent most of that evening worried about making our house payments with my income. &amp;nbsp;God gave me guidance and wisdom, very quickly however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;I spent another day trying not to worry about Ben and what I was not getting done. Was already tired of hospital food at this point, but nothing else sounded good either. &amp;nbsp;I WAS loving the crushed ice, though. Benji told me this day that he had an interview for a job in Greenville. &amp;nbsp;Yeah! &amp;nbsp;More visitors and laughs to pass the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;God was slowly granting me patience to make the most of my situation. &amp;nbsp;I had great nurses and I was allowed to take a shower this day and I was given a stationary toilet. &amp;nbsp;Double YEAH!!! &amp;nbsp;I was also told that I could change from the super hot hospital gown to my own clothes. &amp;nbsp;Even though, I was still leaking I did not care and put on my super comfy pants and t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6 (SUNDAY)&lt;br /&gt;My boys brought me sunday lunch from WADES and we all ate it like it was a normal sunday afternoon. &amp;nbsp;They cheered me up. &amp;nbsp;Ultrasound showed that fluid was down to a 3, but I was still not having contractions and the medical staff were not too concerned. &amp;nbsp;That night, I had a problem with urinating. &amp;nbsp;Had to be catherized and blood work taken to check for infection. &amp;nbsp;Nothing showed up, but this was the beginning of my pee pee problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 7 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;I was moved to a room facing the front of the hospital. &amp;nbsp;Here I could watch the traffic, the water fall, the flags, the cray drivers going up the wrong side of the parking lot, etc. &amp;nbsp;My last view was of the hospital tower. &amp;nbsp;I was still hanging in there without too much pain. &amp;nbsp;Her heartrates were still sounding great and I was having no contractions nor symptoms of labor. &amp;nbsp;Had some more visitors and started counting down the days until I could bust out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 8, 9, 10 (Tuesday- Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the same ole song and dance, without the dance, of course, since I was not supposed to get up. &amp;nbsp;Ultrasound showed that I was still leaking, fluid was down to 2.4, but I showed no sign of infection so we continued to wait on Miss Reese to make her arrival. &amp;nbsp;I got a pedicure from a great friend on Thursday and sported some super cute pink toenails for the duration. &amp;nbsp;Days passed fairly quickly with the help of solitaire and ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 11 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Friday started off well, but by that night, I was in severe pain. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, low no amniotic fluid means that everytime baby moves, even slightly, there is huge pressure. &amp;nbsp;Think contraction x 25, but without the epidural. &amp;nbsp;I could take percocets for the pain, but by the time I got to take them, the pain was too bad. &amp;nbsp;I literally think that at one point, there was 1 hand coming out my whoo whoo, 1 hand coming straight out my butt, and 2 legs forcibly kicking all internal organs. &amp;nbsp; I was given a shot of something to ease the pain and help me sleep, but it did not cure the pain. &amp;nbsp;Momma got back and came by to check on me and the boys. &amp;nbsp;The boys had managed and were doing fine. &amp;nbsp;However, Ben constantly asked why I was there and why the doctor would not let me leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;During the day, I was fine. &amp;nbsp;I got another shower this day and started officially counting down the hours until we could leave. &amp;nbsp;This night, we were to spring forward and never had I looked so forward to losing an hour on the weekend. &amp;nbsp;I had another rough night with severe pain and a few contractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 13 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;The Neonatologist and special nursery nurses came in to talk to me about what to expect with Reese being so early. &amp;nbsp;The chances of her having low birth weight, troubles breathing and eating and jaundice were high, but they did what they could to calm me and also give me the good news with the bad. &lt;br /&gt;I knew the time was close and I was surprisingly pleasant this day. &amp;nbsp;That lasted until the evening when I was begging for Dr Sherard to take her that night. &amp;nbsp;I was in so much pain that the only thing I could do was walk around the room. &amp;nbsp;I was allowed to get in the tub but that seemed to make it worse. &amp;nbsp;I was given a shot of morphine, and even that did not help. &amp;nbsp;I could not go to the bathroom again and the pain was the worst it had ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 14 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;My nurse came in that morning and allowed me to take a shower. &amp;nbsp;She also mentioned that I was the only scheduled procedure for that morning and that Dr. White wanted to get started earlier. &amp;nbsp;That was fine with me. &amp;nbsp;So my 10:00 C-section became the 830 c-section. &amp;nbsp;The anesthiologist, Dr. Mc Dreamy (no lie) came in to get me prepared and my nurse, Joy was fabulous. &amp;nbsp;I was wheeled back to the operating room at approximately 8:45 and at 9:13, I heard the joyous cries of Alana Reese. &amp;nbsp;At that moment, all the pain was so totally worth it. &amp;nbsp;She weighed 4 lbs 4 oz and was 17.5 inches long. &amp;nbsp;She could breathe and eat on her own. &amp;nbsp;She proved she was ready to enter the world. &lt;br /&gt;Reese did spend the next 2 nights in the NICU because her white blood count was right on the line for a possible infection. &amp;nbsp;They put the tiniest IV in her so that she could get lots of antibiotics. She was also put under the heat lamp. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I hated seeing her poked and prodded, but knew that she was getting the medicine that she needed. &lt;br /&gt;Reese started out eating .5 oz of formula and wore the tiniest diapers I have ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;Both Reese and I got to come home. &amp;nbsp;Well almost home, we left the hospital but went to my grandmas since both Ben and Benji had the stomach virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-289135011521115109?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/289135011521115109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=289135011521115109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/289135011521115109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/289135011521115109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/03/alana-reese-lineberry.html' title='Alana Reese Lineberry'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4292562551621513566</id><published>2010-02-20T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:16:35.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>Well as miserable as I have been, and still am most days, I am a little sad that this will be my last pregnancy. &amp;nbsp;She is so active and it is so neat to feel her move. &amp;nbsp;Ben is getting excited and likes to talk to my belly and tell me what a great big brother he will be (he still has not changed his mind about changing diapers though). &lt;br /&gt;My sugar has been controlled by diet but they are still watching her growth. &amp;nbsp;This week I was measuring 2 weeks ahead (you would not doubt it if you saw my belly). &amp;nbsp;Her birthday is scheduled for April 19. &amp;nbsp;There is so much to do between now and then. &amp;nbsp;With the thought of having to move soon, I have done nothing but hang a few clothes in the closet. &amp;nbsp;She will be sharing our room until we get moved, but I have to unpack the pack and play and get that all ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-4292562551621513566?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4292562551621513566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4292562551621513566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4292562551621513566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4292562551621513566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregnancy.html' title='Pregnancy'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3687496631620070193</id><published>2010-02-20T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:12:00.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI13yQGZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ld85aiMjEOI/s1600-h/SAM_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI13yQGZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ld85aiMjEOI/s320/SAM_0226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture made from inlaws drive way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI4TEctpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/S-pc3Y26Ul0/s1600-h/SAM_0227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI4TEctpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/S-pc3Y26Ul0/s320/SAM_0227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side and back of house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI86YeNHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GGTllH5D6a8/s1600-h/SAM_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI86YeNHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GGTllH5D6a8/s320/SAM_0241.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AJCHkjGzI/AAAAAAAAA28/y2LOqIWdtIc/s1600-h/SAM_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AJCHkjGzI/AAAAAAAAA28/y2LOqIWdtIc/s320/SAM_0245.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from front porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI-yN0qgI/AAAAAAAAA20/iB9Env1t_Gc/s1600-h/SAM_0248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI-yN0qgI/AAAAAAAAA20/iB9Env1t_Gc/s320/SAM_0248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outline of steps to upstairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AJF6I_zoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Sn1I9Ipie7s/s1600-h/SAM_0258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AJF6I_zoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Sn1I9Ipie7s/s320/SAM_0258.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AJIGi1wZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FKH0bN9zVhg/s1600-h/SAM_0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AJIGi1wZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/FKH0bN9zVhg/s320/SAM_0260.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben in his room. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3687496631620070193?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3687496631620070193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3687496631620070193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3687496631620070193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3687496631620070193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/02/latest-happenings.html' title='Latest Happenings'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S4AI13yQGZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ld85aiMjEOI/s72-c/SAM_0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1077012978200308674</id><published>2010-02-11T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:03:29.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though the builders are still behind, thanks to the bad weather, I can actually see some progress now. Here are a few pictures taken over the last 2 weeks or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRm3X1VXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MNc9iNsja4A/s1600-h/SAM_0169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRm3X1VXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MNc9iNsja4A/s320/SAM_0169.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;View from what will be driveway. &amp;nbsp;Carport at front, kids bedrooms and bathroom behind it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRtZHvbXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/fJ-OyDLTCfA/s1600-h/SAM_0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRtZHvbXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/fJ-OyDLTCfA/s320/SAM_0177.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing behind baby girl's room and beside back porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRxYIHbEI/AAAAAAAAA10/SJZJMw4roh4/s1600-h/SAM_0209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRxYIHbEI/AAAAAAAAA10/SJZJMw4roh4/s320/SAM_0209.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have walls (view from backyard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TR0aBjAGI/AAAAAAAAA18/DHyx76h-hIE/s1600-h/SAM_0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TR0aBjAGI/AAAAAAAAA18/DHyx76h-hIE/s320/SAM_0211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben standing in our room looking into living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TR5qn1fCI/AAAAAAAAA2M/h2fXfZJZrBU/s1600-h/SAM_0214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TR5qn1fCI/AAAAAAAAA2M/h2fXfZJZrBU/s320/SAM_0214.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Living room at back, dining room and entrance at front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TR9du87dI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LJ5ySnNInFQ/s1600-h/SAM_0222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TR9du87dI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LJ5ySnNInFQ/s320/SAM_0222.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Slowly, but surely, getting a roof (It was too cold to go too close, so picture was made from inlaws window)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-1077012978200308674?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1077012978200308674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1077012978200308674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1077012978200308674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1077012978200308674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S3TRm3X1VXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MNc9iNsja4A/s72-c/SAM_0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1245004194642004553</id><published>2010-01-22T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:12:35.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently baby girl is super sweet</title><content type='html'>As mommy has gestational diabetes. &amp;nbsp;I have always been borderline and considering both my parents and grandfathers are (were) diabetic, &amp;nbsp;I guess things could be worse. &amp;nbsp;This entire pregnancy I have craved sweets, but once I ate them, I had this terrible taste in my mouth and felt bad. &amp;nbsp;On the day of my 1 hour test, I did not know that I would be taking the test, but since I had skipped supper the night before (still queasy) and had not yet had breakfast, I knew there was no way I could fail. &amp;nbsp;WRONG!!! &amp;nbsp;I really failed (think macro economics in college fail). &amp;nbsp;They sent for the 3 hour test a few days later. &amp;nbsp;I followed the diet that was prescribed and felt confident that the drs made a mistake and that I was fine. &amp;nbsp;WRONG again!!! &amp;nbsp;Apparently, I (we) wake up sweet and nothing much wants to make me less. &amp;nbsp;So here I am, after meeting with the diabetes educator and dietician, &amp;nbsp;the proud owner of 1 glucose machine and lots of needles and testing strips, and one who must check their sugar 4 x a day, watch my diet and document everything. &amp;nbsp;It is fun! &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, this will end when baby girl arrives into the work on or around April 13, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-1245004194642004553?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1245004194642004553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1245004194642004553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1245004194642004553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1245004194642004553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/apparently-baby-girl-is-super-sweet.html' title='Apparently baby girl is super sweet'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1593588746267965694</id><published>2010-01-09T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:27:48.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Building</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I have no pictures to show right now, but the ground has been broken on the Lineberry Cottage. &amp;nbsp;Our builder started right around Christmas, hoping for some dry and warmer weather. &amp;nbsp;Well, after getting about 4 trucks stuck, we have a partial driveway (will be complete when house is done), a concrete pad and the beginnings of a foundation. &amp;nbsp;We also, apparently, have something many people are willing to buy because there have numerous calls and ride bys from people inquiring about the property. &amp;nbsp;We have Duke Power coming out next week for some power. &amp;nbsp;We REALLY need some dryer and WARMER days to get a good start on this house, so if there is anything you can do we would greatly appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;My plan, and dream, is to be able to move in while I am out on maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE- We have a few pictures&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9YRWRL9I/AAAAAAAAA00/Z0BLkA-Tgyg/s1600-h/SAM_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9YRWRL9I/AAAAAAAAA00/Z0BLkA-Tgyg/s320/SAM_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Builder's sign at the end of the driveway. &amp;nbsp;Not sure why people mistake this for a For Sale sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9fGhlj9I/AAAAAAAAA08/NYiNvp_EP-E/s1600-h/SAM_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9fGhlj9I/AAAAAAAAA08/NYiNvp_EP-E/s320/SAM_0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning of the looonnnnggg driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9nS0PhhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/vLmzI7vS4b4/s1600-h/SAM_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9nS0PhhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/vLmzI7vS4b4/s320/SAM_0156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still on the drive but almost to the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9xi6bJqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/WWZgKc4H23E/s1600-h/SAM_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9xi6bJqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/WWZgKc4H23E/s320/SAM_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuff???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9-y9hpII/AAAAAAAAA1c/ELdv9hNDGFo/s1600-h/SAM_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9-y9hpII/AAAAAAAAA1c/ELdv9hNDGFo/s320/SAM_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure, but it looks important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p94vqeSxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/uhg_AS3USpU/s1600-h/SAM_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p94vqeSxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/uhg_AS3USpU/s320/SAM_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from where the garage will be.&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/7400090506949065059-1593588746267965694?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1593588746267965694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1593588746267965694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1593588746267965694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1593588746267965694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/house-building.html' title='House Building'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0p9YRWRL9I/AAAAAAAAA00/Z0BLkA-Tgyg/s72-c/SAM_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3436961049806742646</id><published>2010-01-09T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:30:45.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are having a...</title><content type='html'>Girl. &amp;nbsp;I know most of you know by now, but I am behind on posting. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;We found on Dec 10 that we will be having a little girl to complete our family around the middle of April. &amp;nbsp;We are excited, but I must admit that I am a little nervous. &amp;nbsp;I get more excited each day though. &lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling bad, probably because I flunked my 1 hour glucose testing reminding me that my sugar levels are elevated this pregnancy and could be the culprit of my sickness. &amp;nbsp;I have to go on Wednesday to take the 3 hour and am not looking forward to that at all. &amp;nbsp;I have been borderline diabetic while not pregnant and diabetes is rampant in my family. &amp;nbsp;I thought that by denying the fact, it would go away. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, reality is that I have to have it taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3436961049806742646?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4373284896928560122</id><published>2010-01-09T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:23:30.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after Christmas</title><content type='html'>One of the "great" things about having divorced parents and being married is the stretching out of Christmas into the entire week. &amp;nbsp;Here we are the weekend after Christmas at my Mema's with my mother, step father, brother, his girlfriend and aunt and uncle. &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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0irxaqPUDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/aBBWzkeGQh0/s1600-h/SAM_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0irxaqPUDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/aBBWzkeGQh0/s320/SAM_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excited to know that his present was too big to wrap in regular paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ir7pIpGHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/TFazca-m5LI/s1600-h/SAM_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ir7pIpGHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/TFazca-m5LI/s320/SAM_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0isGzqTMdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/G2ehAlCx1ss/s1600-h/SAM_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0isGzqTMdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/G2ehAlCx1ss/s320/SAM_0137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0is3yWyp6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/kLeWff8QKAs/s1600-h/SAM_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0is3yWyp6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/kLeWff8QKAs/s320/SAM_0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0is-uVSLDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/m3cWpo3oV1k/s1600-h/SAM_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0is-uVSLDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/m3cWpo3oV1k/s320/SAM_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We should have just bought him the oversized tree bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/7400090506949065059-4373284896928560122?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0irxaqPUDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/aBBWzkeGQh0/s72-c/SAM_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-133740850660901232</id><published>2010-01-09T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:13:23.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipj4mi8bI/AAAAAAAAAzM/VuG1hVhHCsg/s1600-h/SAM_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipj4mi8bI/AAAAAAAAAzM/VuG1hVhHCsg/s320/SAM_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben helping Uncle Marcus take a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipqoOb-eI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cRNfLOHK1Fg/s1600-h/SAM_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipqoOb-eI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cRNfLOHK1Fg/s320/SAM_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa also came to Big B and Nanna's house. &amp;nbsp;He brought his tank there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipxf4ZLaI/AAAAAAAAAzc/MKCOZGiCALs/s1600-h/SAM_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipxf4ZLaI/AAAAAAAAAzc/MKCOZGiCALs/s320/SAM_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brief pause from exploring all the presents for his to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ip8WHiLVI/AAAAAAAAAzk/TVCtTacWvo8/s1600-h/SAM_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ip8WHiLVI/AAAAAAAAAzk/TVCtTacWvo8/s320/SAM_0121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and his fire station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that evening, we headed to my dads to spend Christmas with him and my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iqmV6-ODI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lGcEwmwDYmU/s1600-h/SAM_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iqmV6-ODI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lGcEwmwDYmU/s320/SAM_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben opening a present from Scott and Sherri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iqtpFMMaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/uE8gk2s8PvY/s1600-h/SAM_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iqtpFMMaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/uE8gk2s8PvY/s320/SAM_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, disguised as a builder. &amp;nbsp;Or so he said.&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/7400090506949065059-133740850660901232?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/133740850660901232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=133740850660901232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/133740850660901232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/133740850660901232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-day-2009.html' title='Christmas Day 2009'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ipj4mi8bI/AAAAAAAAAzM/VuG1hVhHCsg/s72-c/SAM_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-502759919954578640</id><published>2010-01-09T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:05:47.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioEGBxxGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-eYOIAEfYRU/s1600-h/SAM_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioEGBxxGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-eYOIAEfYRU/s400/SAM_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioSb9uiMI/AAAAAAAAAys/AB5i9Wyy0BE/s1600-h/SAM_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioSb9uiMI/AAAAAAAAAys/AB5i9Wyy0BE/s320/SAM_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Daddy on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iocO7xwXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3WWuwwY9OQ0/s1600-h/SAM_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iocO7xwXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/3WWuwwY9OQ0/s320/SAM_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and I putting out cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioyZb_bLI/AAAAAAAAAzE/3WUh0pU9Ppg/s1600-h/SAM_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioyZb_bLI/AAAAAAAAAzE/3WUh0pU9Ppg/s320/SAM_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben on Christmas Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iolXLhVVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LB4_lZUIWPs/s1600-h/SAM_0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0iolXLhVVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LB4_lZUIWPs/s320/SAM_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's Loot (from Santa)&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/7400090506949065059-502759919954578640?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/S0ioEGBxxGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-eYOIAEfYRU/s72-c/SAM_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3336930372383383373</id><published>2009-12-31T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:08:14.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Vacation 2009</title><content type='html'>The week before Christmas we went with my mom and stepdad, brother and girlfriend, step brother and wife and son to a cabin in Pigeon Forge. &amp;nbsp;We had a long weekend of rest, shopping, eating way too much, more rest and enough family bonding to last until at least next year (just kidding, momma, maybe...)&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since the main interstate has been closed for a while due to a rock slide, we found another route going. &amp;nbsp;It was a pretty short drive through the curvy roads of Madison County, but I am glad we were driving at night or I am sure I would have had to puke every few miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1WrPbi-LI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GdGo0-9128U/s1600-h/SAM_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1WrPbi-LI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GdGo0-9128U/s320/SAM_0034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It rained most of the day on Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;turning into snow later that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1XAoNgJfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IRrLNMmE-EY/s1600-h/SAM_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1XAoNgJfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IRrLNMmE-EY/s320/SAM_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the snow on my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben could have stayed in here all weekend. &amp;nbsp;Funny how one bubble turns into a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1XtyQTq_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/vcd3EdqZcSE/s1600-h/SAM_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1XtyQTq_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/vcd3EdqZcSE/s320/SAM_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because of the snow, we had to take the longer DOT route through Johnson City. &amp;nbsp;Through that area, they had gotten about 2 feet of snow on Friday and it was still there as we came through on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;The sides of the roads were still covered in snow, there were hundreds of stranded cars and it was still sleeting and very cold. &amp;nbsp;We had to drive slow, but we finally made it home with a mental note not to go this way during the winter again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1YfpUvWHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/JBIB5Rt-tfQ/s1600-h/SAM_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1YfpUvWHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/JBIB5Rt-tfQ/s320/SAM_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The roads towards Bristol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1Ys4l-PgI/AAAAAAAAAyM/th5SpCXMs6s/s1600-h/SAM_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1Ys4l-PgI/AAAAAAAAAyM/th5SpCXMs6s/s320/SAM_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The side of the road and the mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy concentrating on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1Y8loQAiI/AAAAAAAAAyU/a51-75_MdfM/s1600-h/SAM_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1Y8loQAiI/AAAAAAAAAyU/a51-75_MdfM/s320/SAM_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/7400090506949065059-3336930372383383373?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3336930372383383373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3336930372383383373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3336930372383383373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3336930372383383373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-vacation-2009.html' title='Christmas Vacation 2009'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1WrPbi-LI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GdGo0-9128U/s72-c/SAM_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-9180062610448894143</id><published>2009-12-31T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:37:32.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Christmas Program 2009</title><content type='html'>Ben had his Christmas Program on December 12. &amp;nbsp;In the past, he has been a little ham on stage. &amp;nbsp;This year was a little disappointing because his 3 year old class performed with the 4 year old class and so Ben's age did not have as big of a part as in the past. &amp;nbsp;I know that the 4s are the oldest, but I think the presentation should have been divided so that Ben's age had a big part. &amp;nbsp;Oh well, we will get that next year (oh my he will be 4 soon). The pictures are not great because that was the first time I had used my new camera (got it the night before) so was not really sure about 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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1RArW-6qI/AAAAAAAAAv0/yg214RURxn8/s1600-h/SAM_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1RArW-6qI/AAAAAAAAAv0/yg214RURxn8/s320/SAM_0022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7400090506949065059-9180062610448894143?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9180062610448894143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sz1RArW-6qI/AAAAAAAAAv0/yg214RURxn8/s72-c/SAM_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8694096281305076308</id><published>2009-12-16T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:37:45.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS by Ben Lineberry</title><content type='html'>Ben never ceases to amaze me. &amp;nbsp;He is so smart and has such a great sense of humor. &amp;nbsp;His personality has really developed and he is totally loveable by all. &amp;nbsp;Here are some recent conversations with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that my Papa Eddie is Ben's guardian angel. &amp;nbsp;He died a year ago and Ben still vividly remembers him and talks about him daily. &amp;nbsp;The other day we were coming down the road and Ben was looking at the clouds. &amp;nbsp;He said " I see Papa Eddie"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Well, kinda, he is in the sky with Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;"No", Ben said, "He is looking at me from that cloud, see right there"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, he is also in your heart"&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, could not see since it was on the other side of the car and I was driving, but I believe that Ben saw what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights later, Ben and I were laying on the bed watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;Ben rolled over and said "I do not want Big B to die" and started to cry&lt;br /&gt;It caught me way off guard and I said "What did you say"&lt;br /&gt;He repeated himself.&lt;br /&gt;I said "Why do you think Big B will die, baby"&lt;br /&gt;Ben said, "Because he is old."&lt;br /&gt;By this time, he was really crying and I was too (call it hormones or whatever, but I am really weepy lately)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Everyone gets older, but that does not mean we will die (was not ready to discuss dying with my 3 year old at this point)&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &amp;nbsp;I do not want Big B in my heart and I do not want to die either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8694096281305076308?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8694096281305076308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8694096281305076308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8694096281305076308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8694096281305076308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-by-ben-lineberry.html' title='THOUGHTS by Ben Lineberry'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5866469654221305301</id><published>2009-11-19T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:47:26.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Excited About Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have always been giddy at the sights and sounds of Christmas, and this year is no exception. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping to have all the shopping done by next weekend so that we can enjoy the holidays. &amp;nbsp;This will be our last year celebrating in this house, and while I am beyond excited about moving, it will be sad. &amp;nbsp;This will also be Ben's last Christmas as an only child and I want him to experience all that he can. &lt;br /&gt;So far, Ben's favorite song is "All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth". &amp;nbsp;Even though, Ben still has his front teeth, it is still cute and funny to hear him say "my 2 front teef". &amp;nbsp;He has also learned the words to "I'm getting nuttin for Christmas". &amp;nbsp;Probably because I taunt him with it at least 1x a day, but hey, whatever works. &lt;br /&gt;In baby news, all tests have come back negative for any known defects. &amp;nbsp;I was not going to test, but since I apparently am in "advanced maternal age", my doctor strongly recommended it. &amp;nbsp;It would not have made a difference, but good to know. &amp;nbsp;We will finally know what we are having on December 10. &amp;nbsp;Not sure how and when we will tell everyone else, but... &amp;nbsp;I have no clues on names. &amp;nbsp;All the names I like do not go with our last name or Ben (example: &amp;nbsp;I love the name Harper for a little girl, but everyone will think I love Ben Harper, the singer). &amp;nbsp;He/she might not have a name until the last minute, but I guess that is when it really matters anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a Great Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;I seem to be spending it with ALOT of Benji's family and very little of mine, but that is more reason to get on home and get the tree up. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5866469654221305301?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5866469654221305301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5866469654221305301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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am finally feeling human again. &amp;nbsp;This pregnancy has left me feeling anything but pretty and energized, but I think the bad days ( or 13 weeks) are behind me. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness this was not like the pregnancy with Ben or he would definately be an only child. &amp;nbsp;Let's Compare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant with Ben&lt;br /&gt;Found out at 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;little nauseas, but was treated with sea bands and cold coke&lt;br /&gt;Craved meat, meat and more meat (very unlike me)&lt;br /&gt;Could eat or drink anything (except spaghetti)&lt;br /&gt;mild heartburn&lt;br /&gt;no headaches&lt;br /&gt;no acne&lt;br /&gt;LOVED being pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnant&lt;br /&gt;no appetite whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;STRONG gag reflex&lt;br /&gt;all day nausea, no cure&lt;br /&gt;On Zofran to help the nausea, which caused headaches and constipation (TMI)&lt;br /&gt;BAD Headaches&lt;br /&gt;Very Moody&lt;br /&gt;Not really enjoying anything&lt;br /&gt;complexion of a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Was on progesterone for first trimester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add to the list as I think about things. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I am very thankful for the blessing that will be next (and last) Lineberry. &amp;nbsp;We have a house to build and a baby to cook in the next few months and are looking forward to the Spring. &amp;nbsp;We should be able to find out what we are having in the next few weeks. &amp;nbsp;What do you think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3592630501224774703?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3592630501224774703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3592630501224774703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3592630501224774703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3592630501224774703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommys-back.html' title='Mommy&apos;s back!!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6709948794872138495</id><published>2009-11-06T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:46:06.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTeI8nEIPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-0-trYkTAgE/s1600-h/100_4447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTeI8nEIPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-0-trYkTAgE/s320/100_4447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Halloween Party in Gaffney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTdvbrHUyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hz4czYIM4y4/s1600-h/100_4436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTdvbrHUyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hz4czYIM4y4/s320/100_4436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Shelby with their painted pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTd0gYGFXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FihOp9gMGKU/s1600-h/100_4437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTd0gYGFXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FihOp9gMGKU/s320/100_4437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close up of Ben and Shelby and their pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTd5NzUF2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Aal02Hd-qo8/s1600-h/100_4439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTd5NzUF2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Aal02Hd-qo8/s320/100_4439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and his "scarecrows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTd_hgoTsI/AAAAAAAAAvc/sakhNrjxVW0/s1600-h/100_4441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTd_hgoTsI/AAAAAAAAAvc/sakhNrjxVW0/s320/100_4441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bat Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTeEaamntI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3Ohl-g0nhLA/s1600-h/100_4443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SvTeEaamntI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3Ohl-g0nhLA/s320/100_4443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and his Mema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year we had a great Halloween season. &amp;nbsp;We decorated the house (without anything scary, per Ben), he visited the pumpkin patch with his class, painted pumpkins with the neighbor, and Ben attended his first official Halloween party and trick or treating extravaganza. &amp;nbsp;We went trick or treating with some friends in downtown Gaffney. &amp;nbsp;Ben loved it and got lots of stuff. &amp;nbsp;We got wet on the way back in, but still had lots of fun!!!&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/7400090506949065059-6709948794872138495?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6709948794872138495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6709948794872138495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6709948794872138495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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autograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="429"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vp.mgnetwork.net/viewer.swf?u=11ef36860b23102dbc4d001ec92a4a0d&amp;amp;z=SPA" &gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vp.mgnetwork.net/viewer.swf?u=11ef36860b23102dbc4d001ec92a4a0d&amp;amp;z=SPA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="429" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8568058526049274672?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8568058526049274672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8568058526049274672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8568058526049274672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8568058526049274672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-go-through-my-agent-to-get.html' title='You can go through my agent to get an autograph'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7387216621341993106</id><published>2009-10-14T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:36:32.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/StZSRglhKzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/A79MAqkxVyM/s1600-h/2b898616702386aa7b7ac90825d2b9903c692f52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/StZSRglhKzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/A79MAqkxVyM/s400/2b898616702386aa7b7ac90825d2b9903c692f52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ben is going to be a Big Brother!!!! &amp;nbsp;We have made it to 12 weeks and feel that we are safe to make the announcement. &amp;nbsp;Funny thing is this baby is due on Ben's Birthday (April 25), but thanks to a C-Section, they will not share the same day.&lt;br /&gt;We have known since I was 3.5 weeks, but there were some discrepencies in what I should have been based on my last period and what the Ultrasound was showing. &amp;nbsp;It seems to have worked itself out, and here we are. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you patient people who have been guessing and begging me for more exciting news. &lt;br /&gt;The next post I will be sharing how this pregnancy is TOTALLY different from the last one and how I am glad that this will be the last one (not because I do not love babies, but because apparently my body believes I am too old already).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-7387216621341993106?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/StZSRglhKzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/A79MAqkxVyM/s72-c/2b898616702386aa7b7ac90825d2b9903c692f52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4840621371628693165</id><published>2009-10-01T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:52:09.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOsdWPxPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/VeWFZ_D9u_Q/s1600-h/100_4405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOsdWPxPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/VeWFZ_D9u_Q/s320/100_4405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387799054917813490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-4840621371628693165?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4840621371628693165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4840621371628693165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4840621371628693165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4840621371628693165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-take-you-for-ride-on-my-big-green.html' title='I&apos;ll take you for a ride on my big green tractor'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOsdWPxPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/VeWFZ_D9u_Q/s72-c/100_4405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2063761098021675575</id><published>2009-10-01T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:51:05.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOGPWh9wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/hfwbbRkbvDU/s1600-h/100_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOGPWh9wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/hfwbbRkbvDU/s320/100_4397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798398325880578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating breakfast at the airport to watch Grandma Pat's plane leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOFidGx_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/PaT6TPzZahY/s1600-h/100_4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOFidGx_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/PaT6TPzZahY/s320/100_4395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798386273863666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take Grandma Pat and Papa Sidney to the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOFBkixVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2Iy_PaX-2-E/s1600-h/100_4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOFBkixVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2Iy_PaX-2-E/s320/100_4384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798377446688082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fourth of July Fireworks with Papa Randy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-2063761098021675575?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2063761098021675575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=2063761098021675575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2063761098021675575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2063761098021675575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminders-of-summer.html' title='Reminders of Summer'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVOGPWh9wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/hfwbbRkbvDU/s72-c/100_4397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5193408586017457216</id><published>2009-10-01T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:47:26.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Little House on the Prairie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMp65DyKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8Jp1IHUiO2Q/s1600-h/100_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMp65DyKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8Jp1IHUiO2Q/s320/100_4410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387796812285593762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMpImo_aI/AAAAAAAAAt0/RoSdA7IIxMU/s1600-h/100_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMpImo_aI/AAAAAAAAAt0/RoSdA7IIxMU/s320/100_4409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387796798786567586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been planning on building for a long time now.  In the last few months, it has become more apparent that we are closer than ever to having our house.  We have been very fortunate to have a place to live, but we outgrew it sometime ago.  We knew when this time came that it was not going to be as simple as buying a house, because we have land that we wanted to use.  There is a lot that goes into building a house and after interviewing the builders, finalizing the plans and going to the bank, we are SOOOO EXCITED to get started. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMqiMkgcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eMfEiFHwfI8/s1600-h/s593734549_2461819_6780623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMqiMkgcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eMfEiFHwfI8/s320/s593734549_2461819_6780623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387796822836412866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMqCUQqoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/izuqvtsgsEM/s1600-h/6488_123672079549_593734549_2461848_2376567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMqCUQqoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/izuqvtsgsEM/s320/6488_123672079549_593734549_2461848_2376567_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387796814278732418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5193408586017457216?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5193408586017457216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5193408586017457216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5193408586017457216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5193408586017457216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-house.html' title='Our House'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SsVMp65DyKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8Jp1IHUiO2Q/s72-c/100_4410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7290738749815438464</id><published>2009-09-13T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:57:08.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY EXCITING NEWS!!!!</title><content type='html'>COMING SOON!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-7290738749815438464?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7290738749815438464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7290738749815438464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7290738749815438464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7290738749815438464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-exciting-news.html' title='VERY EXCITING NEWS!!!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1356552558756579925</id><published>2009-08-08T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:36:14.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have fallen behind on my blogging.  I am still nosy and read everybody else's, but have not been taking the time to write about Ben.  Maybe it is because my job working with the unemployed when the local unemployment rate is 12% is exhausting or maybe it is because I would rather be dreaming about the house we are building and plotting the bank that I may have to rob in order to get the funds.  Ben is always doing fun things and I am trying to keep up with it all, but wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are a few recent pictures.  Last weekend, I got to spend some time with my Bff's and their 2 fabulous kids.  Christi, Kevin and I have been friends since high school and I like to think that I contributed to the two of them finally getting together :)  Kaleb is 4 and Olivia will be 1 in September and we had a great time cooking out and laughing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Miss Olivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gi5J5EUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BXVTDQNaW9w/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gi5J5EUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BXVTDQNaW9w/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693220957983042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjBdGHQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/XZSoo-r-WQI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjBdGHQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/XZSoo-r-WQI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjBdGHQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/XZSoo-r-WQI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Ben and Kaleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjBdGHQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/XZSoo-r-WQI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693223186013442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjYJjnPI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mFa9n5j5mJ8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjYJjnPI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mFa9n5j5mJ8/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693229278076146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monkey See, Monkey Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjovf5jI/AAAAAAAAAts/2YGPFwp0UMc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gjovf5jI/AAAAAAAAAts/2YGPFwp0UMc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693233732183602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christi and I.  (i think Kevin must have Photoshopped in my muffin top :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gidotS_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/CBvIiw0M2NY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gidotS_I/AAAAAAAAAtM/CBvIiw0M2NY/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693213571042290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&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/7400090506949065059-1356552558756579925?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1356552558756579925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1356552558756579925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1356552558756579925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1356552558756579925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/08/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sn3gi5J5EUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BXVTDQNaW9w/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3661586020368420042</id><published>2009-07-26T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:11:02.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will kiss all your booboos, almost!</title><content type='html'>Ben will be embarassed when he is old enough to appreciate the following story.&lt;div&gt;A few nights ago, Ben needed to go to the potty.  He usually goes downstairs where the seat lid stays up for his use.  This particular night he wanted to use the one in our bedroom. I told him to go ahead since I was getting his stuff ready for bed.  A few minutes later I heard this loud scream and he came running to me with he pants around his ankles.  I immediately grabbed him up and went back into the bathroom in order to see what happened.  Apparently, Ben went to put the lid up and about the time he started to pee, the lid fell back down.  Yes...  I started to look at it and make sure that we were not going to have to take at trip to the ER.  Thank goodness, the lid landed more on his skin than on his wee wee (:), but it was red and I know that it hurt.  I told him that I would put some neosporin on it since Ben knows that it does not burn.  Instead he asked me, in that sweet little innocent voice of his, if I could kiss it because he had a Boo Boo.  Benji had ran up the stairs when he heard Ben scream and then had to leave the room because he was laughing so hard.  I politely told him that mommy could not kiss this boo boo but I was sure that the medicine would help.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3661586020368420042?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3661586020368420042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3661586020368420042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3661586020368420042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3661586020368420042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-kiss-all-your-booboos-almost.html' title='I will kiss all your booboos, almost!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7125667282053504664</id><published>2009-07-15T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:53:16.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently, Marcus is snapping pictures even when I do not realize it.  Thanks to him, we have lots of great pictures.  Here are a few from the last month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q59TKeII/AAAAAAAAAs8/FAMiNFgTkf4/s1600-h/6160_1204524912202_1201004286_30607028_4953254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q59TKeII/AAAAAAAAAs8/FAMiNFgTkf4/s320/6160_1204524912202_1201004286_30607028_4953254_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358838150557497474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny made Ben a fishing rod with a stick and some line.  Ben was fine with it and caught lots of "fish"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q52YYRoI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f1Oxa3kX2qg/s1600-h/6160_1204525032205_1201004286_30607031_4510824_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q52YYRoI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f1Oxa3kX2qg/s320/6160_1204525032205_1201004286_30607031_4510824_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358838148700325506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he might have realized it was not a real one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q5T1n5XI/AAAAAAAAAss/rmuApVppIQQ/s1600-h/6160_1204522072131_1201004286_30607006_2070875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q5T1n5XI/AAAAAAAAAss/rmuApVppIQQ/s320/6160_1204522072131_1201004286_30607006_2070875_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358838139427743090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben blowing bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q5j2bS1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/qrid7inew4o/s1600-h/6160_1204522112132_1201004286_30607007_7294319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q5j2bS1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/qrid7inew4o/s320/6160_1204522112132_1201004286_30607007_7294319_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358838143726078802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben gagging, and eventually throwing up his dinner, because he got bubbles in his mouth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q5OBuDVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6x37mzI0EVI/s1600-h/6160_1204557753023_1201004286_30607262_1995987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Erin, PA, Melissa, me and Angie.  Great, great people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q5OBuDVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6x37mzI0EVI/s320/6160_1204557753023_1201004286_30607262_1995987_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358838137867865426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/7400090506949065059-7125667282053504664?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7125667282053504664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7125667282053504664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7125667282053504664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7125667282053504664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sl5q59TKeII/AAAAAAAAAs8/FAMiNFgTkf4/s72-c/6160_1204524912202_1201004286_30607028_4953254_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3475897803959022475</id><published>2009-06-24T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:25:52.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carly's rant</title><content type='html'>So, of course the news all over the country today revolved around the Governor's mysterious trip and his affair.  For  most of us, we said he was having affair starting Monday when they said he was missing.  So, here is my question, why do the men who have fabulous kids, a fabulous wife, a job (it might be stressful but it is better than not having one) and seem to be happy feel the need to have just a little bit more...then a little bit more.  In the last few years, I know several guys (we will not call them real men) who seriously had it all, but seemed to think the grass might be a little greener on the other side  and decided to stray.  These are married adults whose wives are great and overall were happy, but for some reason found someone else to satisfy all their sexual "needs".  Yes, most of them were all caught and for most of them their wives have decided to try and make it work.  I am just concerned with the loss of old fashion values and morals.  No one is perfect and no marriage is perfect, but when you say your vows, aren't you committing to that person forever. Not until things get tough or something better comes along, but forever.  Sure it takes work by both parties, sometimes hard work, but a little hard work has never killed anyone.  Things are not supposed to come too easy.  If after trying everything, then get a divorce.  They are costly... and final.  No more sorry excuses of why you were there or why you bought this or why there was a "phone number I have never heard of" on your phone.  Cut ties and move on.  Believe me, it is better for the kids to live apart than live a lie.  It took my parents 18 years and years of lies to finally end things and that was after lie after lie was made to make one look better than the other.  Such childish drama.  I know that I have many faults, but I will always be loyal to the ones I love.  But I know sometimes that it is not enough!!&lt;div&gt;I put a little rant on my facebook and was reminded that he is like all others, a sinner saved by grace.  That is great, hopefully he is saved and will walk through the Pearly Gates when he dies.  But what happens to him now??  What about his family??  Do people not care because they are so selfish and self absorbed and know they can do now and repent later??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just need to tell me that this world is truly not going to hell in a handbasket and that there is hope.  That all people are not all bad and that there is hope for optimists like me.  &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/7400090506949065059-3475897803959022475?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3475897803959022475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3475897803959022475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3475897803959022475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3475897803959022475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/carlys-rant.html' title='Carly&apos;s rant'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3484435607597466776</id><published>2009-06-21T16:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:30:10.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Griswald, I mean Lineberry, family Vacation 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jLCPFvBI/AAAAAAAAArM/QXQX75mAzzs/s1600-h/100_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jLCPFvBI/AAAAAAAAArM/QXQX75mAzzs/s320/100_4318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349892817336777746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every year, we go with Benji's parents to the beach.  This year it was extra nice because Angie, my future sister in law, and her fabulous kids went with us.  It truly was a week of relaxation.  No alarm clocks, no schedules, just doing what we wanted when we wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6dwfJWXlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jfTeH4VUFP8/s1600-h/100_4270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6dwfJWXlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jfTeH4VUFP8/s320/100_4270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349886863682723410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from our porch.  We have stayed at this particular house in Ocean Lakes before.  We love it because the 2 porches hang over the lake and it is fun to fish and watch the ducks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6c6WtI0dI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RLbSL-gdHt0/s1600-h/100_4282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6c6WtI0dI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RLbSL-gdHt0/s320/100_4282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349885933703975378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Benji on the golf cart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6c6g-tlKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KF2ZgVcFboM/s1600-h/100_4287.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6c6g-tlKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KF2ZgVcFboM/s320/100_4287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349885936462042274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben loved going to the arcade.  Even though, he technically could only play a few games, he thought he was a big kid.  Here he is "playing" the shoot the ducks game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6e0Np7ZQI/AAAAAAAAAqs/d9IHvpwwkKE/s1600-h/100_4303.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6e0Np7ZQI/AAAAAAAAAqs/d9IHvpwwkKE/s320/100_4303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349888027218633986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benji and Ben in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jK4tbFFI/AAAAAAAAArE/lTJ1WJb91Uc/s1600-h/100_4291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jK4tbFFI/AAAAAAAAArE/lTJ1WJb91Uc/s320/100_4291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349892814779651154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benji and I at Margaritaville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6c6659jMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QiJqM38-Ex4/s1600-h/100_4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6c6659jMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QiJqM38-Ex4/s320/100_4289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349885943421439170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had date night on Thursday.  Here is my brother in law, Marcus and my future sister in law Angie, at Margaritaville.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to eat a Margaritaville the same night that we were going to Croccodile Rocks, my all time favorite bar.  Even though none of us are Jimmy Buffet fans, it seemed like a cool place.  We got there at 415 and were told that it would be a 2 hour wait.  We knew that we wanted to be at Croccodile Rocks by 7, but we put our name down anyway.  We then discovered that the back porch area is first come first served, and walked and waited in that line.  We had a table in less than 45 minutes.  It was a pretty fun place.  There were lots of activities for the kids and Buffet music pouring from the speakers.  One of the neat things was this giant Hurricane that came from the ceiling everytime the song "Hurricane" was played. A giant Tequila bottle came from the hurricane and poured into this huge blender.  I wanted a picture but there were too may people.  The food was okay, but our service and strawberry margueritas were awesome.  Pretty sure it would not have been worth the 2 hour wait, but not bad with the 45 minute.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6iLB0huhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4xOQAJjJ_00/s1600-h/100_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6iLB0huhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4xOQAJjJ_00/s320/100_4292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349891717713738258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man on stilts who made balloon creatures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6eztru35I/AAAAAAAAAqk/v_03LMUvjpc/s1600-h/100_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6eztru35I/AAAAAAAAAqk/v_03LMUvjpc/s320/100_4297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349888018636267410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A picture from our seats at Croccodile Rocks.  This is a dueling piano bar, that is actually pretty raunchy, but totally fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and the kids stayed with Big B and Nana and played putt putt and got ice cream.  I will post those pictures as soon as I get them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One night we all went to Family Kingdom.  When I was younger, FK was kinda the baebae Pavillion and we never went there.  Well, it has really taken off since the Pavillion has been torn down.  There is no admission charge, you only pay to ride rides.  The games are affordable, I spent $10.00 and Ben won 4 prizes, and the kids had a blast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jLjmLHBI/AAAAAAAAArU/y_8vPq1k_Xc/s1600-h/100_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jLjmLHBI/AAAAAAAAArU/y_8vPq1k_Xc/s320/100_4323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349892826291969042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and the Pick a Duck game.  He won a frog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jL18hNeI/AAAAAAAAArc/ufnof3cLbXI/s1600-h/100_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jL18hNeI/AAAAAAAAArc/ufnof3cLbXI/s320/100_4326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349892831217530338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and the fishing game.  He won 2 dinosaurs and a lobster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6lLau-d5I/AAAAAAAAArs/7xcymcIvk_g/s1600-h/100_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6lLau-d5I/AAAAAAAAArs/7xcymcIvk_g/s320/100_4329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349895022936225682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benji, Ben and Morgan on the Antique cars.  Yes, Benji looks way happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6lMFylQaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/agORYLKyADw/s1600-h/100_4338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6lMFylQaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/agORYLKyADw/s320/100_4338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349895034494075298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6l3DLVETI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_HBYO0bJUDw/s1600-h/100_4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6l3DLVETI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_HBYO0bJUDw/s320/100_4353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349895772526940466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and I on the Merry Go Round.  Ben said the horses go too fast and he just wanted to sit on the bench.  That was fine with me, since apparently I get motion sickness now.  &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/7400090506949065059-3484435607597466776?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3484435607597466776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3484435607597466776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3484435607597466776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3484435607597466776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/griswald-i-mean-lineberry-family.html' title='Griswald, I mean Lineberry, family Vacation 2009'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sj6jLCPFvBI/AAAAAAAAArM/QXQX75mAzzs/s72-c/100_4318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-414226596007583971</id><published>2009-06-06T21:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:46:22.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Chad Smith,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You might soon have a replacement.  Our friends, PA and Trevor, own a fabulous music store in Boiling Springs.  If you are ever in need for equipment or supplies, definately see them first.  Today they sponsored a customer appreciation day type celebration and had bands playing in the parking lot.  Our friend, John, (who happens to be the father of one special lady in Ben's life, Sidney) was playing with his new band so we went to check them out.  We had a lot of fun.  Ben wanted to play inside the whole time because he was able to rock out on a great set of drums.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYp9XxmlI/AAAAAAAAApM/lpzVO-_ERTk/s1600-h/100_4262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYp9XxmlI/AAAAAAAAApM/lpzVO-_ERTk/s320/100_4262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392491933211218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He liked these first, since they were green.  He practiced a little, but there was no stool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYqBjm70I/AAAAAAAAApU/B_0Kk7uv33M/s1600-h/100_4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYqBjm70I/AAAAAAAAApU/B_0Kk7uv33M/s320/100_4263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392493056585538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He watched Sidney play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYqVoCFKI/AAAAAAAAApc/KSicfUfGNZ4/s1600-h/100_4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYqVoCFKI/AAAAAAAAApc/KSicfUfGNZ4/s320/100_4264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392498443850914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sidney handing the sticks to Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYqm5V6EI/AAAAAAAAApk/uYlJcD-Lfco/s1600-h/100_4265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYqm5V6EI/AAAAAAAAApk/uYlJcD-Lfco/s320/100_4265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392503079856194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling daddy that he can do it by himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYq5VmHqI/AAAAAAAAAps/qfVuby4D30o/s1600-h/100_4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYq5VmHqI/AAAAAAAAAps/qfVuby4D30o/s320/100_4267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392508030197410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our own little prodigy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to upload a video, but it takes too long.  Maybe later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/7400090506949065059-414226596007583971?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/414226596007583971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=414226596007583971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/414226596007583971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/414226596007583971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-out-chad-smith.html' title='Look out Chad Smith,'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisYp9XxmlI/AAAAAAAAApM/lpzVO-_ERTk/s72-c/100_4262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7088051373999562500</id><published>2009-06-06T21:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:25:28.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The friendly neighborhood Spiderman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since Ben is officially potty trained (with no accidents I must add), we told him that he could pick out whatever he wanted.  He said that he wanted a Spiderman bicycle.  Grandma Pat wanted to buy it for him so she was on a mission to find one.  She found one, but it was twice the price as a regular bike.  We decided that since he is growing so fast and is bound to outgrow it soon, we would get the cheaper one, but buy the Spiderman accessories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVu5CkUkI/AAAAAAAAAoc/LSWTqTogAU4/s1600-h/100_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVu5CkUkI/AAAAAAAAAoc/LSWTqTogAU4/s320/100_4254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344389278134981186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting patiently for Grandma to get it out of the car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told Ben that Grandma was coming home to see him.  She picked him up and had the bike hidden in the back under a blanket.  The first thing he said to her was, "I know you got my bike.  Where is it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVvKOaMOI/AAAAAAAAAok/J1sd-LnWjUk/s1600-h/100_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVvKOaMOI/AAAAAAAAAok/J1sd-LnWjUk/s320/100_4255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344389282748051682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVvS7NkpI/AAAAAAAAAos/yAB6e0Wecnw/s1600-h/100_4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVvS7NkpI/AAAAAAAAAos/yAB6e0Wecnw/s320/100_4256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344389285083452050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVvsk4AFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Jsnk1oS_NE8/s1600-h/100_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVvsk4AFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Jsnk1oS_NE8/s320/100_4258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344389291969085522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took him about 5 minutes to realize that there was no Spiderman on his bike.  He asked where Spiderman was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVwIEQlmI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vvrANtQ9iKc/s1600-h/100_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVwIEQlmI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vvrANtQ9iKc/s320/100_4260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344389299348477538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We brought out the Spiderman helmet, elbow pads and knee pads.  This made him happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisWp1KJozI/AAAAAAAAApE/Dxhq9SXY5lc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisWp1KJozI/AAAAAAAAApE/Dxhq9SXY5lc/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344390290705326898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he told me that he looked like a "Skateboarding guy" and asked if he could have a skateboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-7088051373999562500?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7088051373999562500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7088051373999562500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7088051373999562500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7088051373999562500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendly-neighborhood-spiderman.html' title='The friendly neighborhood Spiderman'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SisVu5CkUkI/AAAAAAAAAoc/LSWTqTogAU4/s72-c/100_4254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2174806402661370130</id><published>2009-05-30T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:58:22.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is $60,000 *(! *$@! Car Man!</title><content type='html'>So the family and I venture out for a quick trip to Target today.  On the way, we see this very pretty old, but shiny, blue Studebaker.  Benji and I comment on how nice it is and how we would not dare drive it out in public.  Well, a few minutes later we get behind the car at the red light at Jason's Deli on Hwy 29.  We are the 3rd car at the light when the light changes to Green.  The Stude (as we will call it) breaks (or chokes) down and the driver cannot get it going right away. There is a line of cars behind us and we can not get around, so Benji motions for the other cars to pass us.  They all do, but we cannot move.  We notice that the Stude starts rolling backwards, but were quite positive that the people in the car were aware of it.  Benji is still trying to get over when I notice the Stude is about to roll into us, so I reach over and honk the horn.  About that time, the Stude rolls into us and the woman in the car raises her hands as if to shout "Ya'll hit us". There was not even a bump on our end when they rolled, just a little nudge.  Out jumps old, leathered taters (AKA old, rich people who are apparently on their way to a classic car show) and the man ( with his pastel clothes, bad toupee, leathery skin and porno mustache) jumps out and yells to Benji "You hit my $60,000 car".  I will leave out the expletives that came from Benji, but B yelled back and said you hit me, you idiot.  What are you doing?  I motion Benji back into the car and am dialing 911 because I know that we are going to have a problem.  Berni (think weekend at Bernies, the driver of the Stude) gets on his phone and apparently calls some friends.  Before the cops can get there, Bernie's friend has pulled up in his muscle car and parks in front of the Stude and gets out almost to say that he had been there the whole time.  The cops question them and then us and verify that no damage has been done, however we all know that the person in the back is always at fault.  About that time, an older guy comes up to my window and says that he and his wife saw the entire thing and can witness that Bernie rolled into us.  He nicely talks to the cops and gives his view of the story, also our version.  The woman in the Stude, we will call her Liz (short for Elizabeth Taylor, and in her pastel capris and Key West visor), starts yelling at Benji that there was no way they were rolling because the car was in park.  They were both so obviously lying.  Why would the car be in park at the light and yes, with a straight drive it will roll backwards.  Benji, who at any other time probably would have beat the old man down in the middle of the road, did not say at word and just stood there and waited on the cops to discuss the situation.  One of the cops asked Liz to please be quiet and to get back in the car.  In the end, no one was charged even though we should have asked for a new tag, since ours was bent.  I think that had the witness not come up, Bernie and Liz  and their friend would have conjured up a story so that we would be adding to the classic car collection.  Bernie even told the cop that the witness, who was from Union, must have been a friend of ours.  Long story short, I would rather be a middle class, sometimes a little redneck, honest mom than a rich, bad style, lying tater.  &lt;div&gt;The end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-2174806402661370130?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2174806402661370130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=2174806402661370130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2174806402661370130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2174806402661370130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-60000-car-man.html' title='This is $60,000 *(! *$@! Car Man!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6041548370439477489</id><published>2009-05-28T20:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:06:49.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a man with pretty teeth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, I do.  This week has been a big week here in this household.  Ben has been exclusively in big boy underwear and is doing great.  So well, in fact, that most of the time I can find Ben sitting on the toilet doing his business and needing no help from mommy. As long as the lights are left on for him, he is not even telling me that he has to go, he just goes and does it. He even asks for the occasional magazine :)  I have been waiting for this day, and sure enough, when he was ready he did it.  Mommy has even ventured out in public with no fear of wet tush.  As great as this is for me, and my pocketbook, it is sad to see him growing up.  I have about 2 years to get moved to a place where he will start school.  GASP!!!!&lt;div&gt;Another big thing this week was Ben's first trip to the dentist.  Personally, I have a love hate relationship with the dentist.  I despised them when I was young because of those terrible flouride trays that made me gag.  After those were finished, I did not mind so much because I love the "after dentist" feel of clean teeth and the promise made to myself that I would floss more regularly.  Then around the age of 25, I got my first cavity and first filling.  The dentist that I had gone to my entire life had his son join the practice.  While preparing to fill my cavity, he kept missing the root for my novacaine and ended up giving me 9, yes 9, shots of the numbing agent.  By the time said dad, and apparent dentist who knows what he is doing, gave it to me, everything else on my body was numb.  I changed dentist quickly afterwards and started where Benji and his family have gone.  Even though the new dentist is not a pediatric specialist, they did a great job with Ben today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pardon the quality of most of these pictures.  I REALLY need a new camera!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vjxyJnII/AAAAAAAAAnc/LtNv_DqXNUg/s1600-h/100_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vjxyJnII/AAAAAAAAAnc/LtNv_DqXNUg/s320/100_4241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341039974790306946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big B and Ben in the waiting room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vkCBKHXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3yaM6lhO63Y/s1600-h/100_4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vkCBKHXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3yaM6lhO63Y/s320/100_4242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341039979148221810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting in the chair learning how the brush will tickle his teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vkp6W8lI/AAAAAAAAAns/Oy7L_KealJo/s1600-h/100_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vkp6W8lI/AAAAAAAAAns/Oy7L_KealJo/s320/100_4243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341039989857120850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got to wear the paste on his finger.  He picked the Grape flavor.  I chose the Rasberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vk4abNtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/dUpcI_-_DJs/s1600-h/100_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vk4abNtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/dUpcI_-_DJs/s320/100_4246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341039993749714642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting a polish  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vlHaoHSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4waaPCZMywY/s1600-h/100_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vlHaoHSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4waaPCZMywY/s320/100_4248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341039997777091874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting some floss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8zPVlqACI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GJV9TQ9hAho/s1600-h/100_4250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8zPVlqACI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GJV9TQ9hAho/s320/100_4250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341044021670838306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not really sure about the little mirror thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8zP-nPEkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BIVpWMgQAIE/s1600-h/100_4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8zP-nPEkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BIVpWMgQAIE/s320/100_4253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341044032683315778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for Dr. Dean to come in and count his teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8zPingi-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/WnrcoSWm8fs/s1600-h/100_4249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8zPingi-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/WnrcoSWm8fs/s320/100_4249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341044025168268258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything seems to be fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told Ben that he might get a prize when the nurse finished.  When she did, Ben asked if could have a sucker.  It was funny!!  Ms. Linda said that they did not have suckers, but that he could pick something from the treasure box.  Ben's eyes got huge when she opened the box and told him to pick out a treasure.  He must have spent 10 minutes carefully choosing a prize, a plastic airplane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, he never cried or acted scared.  He was a little shy at first, because it was a new place and all the staff were making a fuss over him, but he quickly warmed up and gave all the ladies a wink on his way out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-6041548370439477489?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6041548370439477489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6041548370439477489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6041548370439477489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6041548370439477489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-man-with-pretty-teeth.html' title='I love a man with pretty teeth...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sh8vjxyJnII/AAAAAAAAAnc/LtNv_DqXNUg/s72-c/100_4241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3544634591521043548</id><published>2009-05-20T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:15:31.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Ben's Updates</title><content type='html'>My goals before Ben:&lt;div&gt;Start a fabulous scrapbook that would make even the best envious, full of pictures, locks of hair, lost teeth, etc. Spend weekly alone time each week filling this fabulous scrapbook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy new picture frames in order to change out more recent pictures for display.  Send out new pictures to family and friends on all occasions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really use those cute growth charts to document height and weight. (of course spend time researching to make sure he is with the "norm".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work extra hard to keep everything organized, especially his toys, so that he would learn the importance of being neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorate his bedroom for the next 18 years in all stuff Pottery Barn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video all important things with new recorder and keep organized on both computer and on disk, labeled and easily accessible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use artwork to decorate rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goals Right After Ben:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a baby book to later transfer into a scrapbook.  I figured I would have some time and space soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dust the new frames and update them as soon I get some "professional" ones made.  Update address list for annual Christmas cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least get copies of the charts from the doctor for later documentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy several pieces of cute Pottery Barn stuff, but wait until we move for the real good stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video milestones, such as talking and walking with the video element on my camera since it is easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use artwork to cover up bad places on refrigerator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALITY NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All pictures, artwork, milestones are stored in 1 BIG Rubbermaid box, that I am positive I will get to soon.  I will also start pulling all this stuff out of all the other drawers in the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedroom is an eclectic show of his true personality, trains, monkeys, cars and Star Wars.  It is fine, I promise :)  I just step over the little bitty pieces and ignore the empty, yet, cute and efficient, storage containers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Text people a few weeks before Christmas in order to get their address that I had not written down previously.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Document on his blog that he is 37 inches tall and weights 30.5 pounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure what brought this up.  I swear never to compare my parenting style to others and I am very aware of all my strengths and weaknesses but I am just saying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, BTW, Ben said the cutest thing tonight.  He had been crying because his Uncle Marcus was leaving.  Big B picked him up and Ben was crying on his shoulder.  Ben then said he needed me so I picked him up and Big B's shirt was wet from Ben's tears.  I told Ben that he did not need to cry and that we would see them all this weekend.  Ben then said "Big B will keep my tears safe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Updates'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7014290793685817786</id><published>2009-05-15T20:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:35:01.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's was Ben's last day of preschool for the season and their end of the year program.  Ben loves music and really shows out when given the chance.  His teachers were so wonderful this year and surely made it easier each day knowing he was in such good hands.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4IDqCf-kI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tB9X2N1hmcw/s1600-h/100_4214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4IDqCf-kI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tB9X2N1hmcw/s320/100_4214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336211467398019650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His entire 2 year old class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I0dqLl-I/AAAAAAAAAm0/bNoD0t01K8k/s1600-h/100_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I0dqLl-I/AAAAAAAAAm0/bNoD0t01K8k/s320/100_4217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212305888384994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing a song about the Hungry Caterpillar with a few props!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4IDzfZ4OI/AAAAAAAAAms/R2jilPokhWY/s320/100_4213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336211469935173858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I1PnI8eI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_7cnEgsd5cw/s1600-h/100_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I1PnI8eI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_7cnEgsd5cw/s320/100_4237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212319297401314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Ms. Dea, the assistant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I0rQbtTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/v4HcnFEh8S0/s1600-h/100_4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I0rQbtTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/v4HcnFEh8S0/s320/100_4231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212309538485554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Ms. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I09rmLYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/SXJseIFPpaI/s1600-h/100_4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I09rmLYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/SXJseIFPpaI/s320/100_4235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212314484256130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Pat and Great Grandma Polly "Mema" were also there cheering him on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I1PiewjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/5yMsu8iXBe0/s1600-h/100_4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4I1PiewjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/5yMsu8iXBe0/s320/100_4236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212319277859378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben watched me the entire time, like he knew we were so proud of him.  When I picked him up to take him back to the room, he laid his head on my shoulder.  I asked him if he was tired and he said, "No, I just wanted to give you a hug".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/7400090506949065059-7014290793685817786?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7014290793685817786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7014290793685817786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7014290793685817786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7014290793685817786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/preschool-program.html' title='Preschool Program'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sg4IDqCf-kI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tB9X2N1hmcw/s72-c/100_4214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-175733920024586772</id><published>2009-05-13T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:52:36.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I have another son but did not know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is really good at making conversation and telling stories.  Very good chats and imaginative stories well above his 3 years.  A few months ago, we were in a store and Ben started grabbing clothes off the racks.  He is normally well behaved and so I asked him if he liked those and wanted them for himself.  He said "no, they are for my brothers".  After a few minutes of arguing with my child, and losing, that he did not have brothers, I pulled him kicking and screaming out of the store.  Recently, he has settled down with just having 1 brother.  &lt;div&gt;Conversation we had in the tub last night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed a red pinchy (??) place on his leg and asked him where he got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: "I got it at Brocks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "Where"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: " I went to Brock's house after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "Who is Brock"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: "My brotha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "You do not have a brother, I think I would know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben:  You do, mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "where does Brock live?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: "Spartanburg, sometimes Pauline..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On and on the conversation went regarding his brother Brock, whose parents are named Buddsy and Bubbba.  Who was I to try and convince him otherwise??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing to hear him tell stories.  My favorite one is hearing him talk about his Pappa Eddie and taking a balloon to the clouds in the sky to check on him, even though he helps him sometimes.  Oh, the innocence of a child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SgtrJjgM_mI/AAAAAAAAAmU/v3YlKK_KKp4/s1600-h/100_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SgtrJjgM_mI/AAAAAAAAAmU/v3YlKK_KKp4/s320/100_4178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335475995443789410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He makes my heart happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-175733920024586772?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/175733920024586772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SgtrJjgM_mI/AAAAAAAAAmU/v3YlKK_KKp4/s72-c/100_4178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-9173862002688198092</id><published>2009-05-10T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:39:39.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed this mother's day!!  I have a great son who is the light of my life, a wonderful mother, and a great grandmother.  Both my mom and and my mema are such great inspirations to me and so many other people and I strive everyday to be just like them.  &lt;div&gt;Being a good mother is one of the hardest things in the world to do, and I am honored that I was given the "job".  None of us are perfect, but we strive everyday to be the best mother that we can be and help mold our children into being the best they can be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't everyday supposed to be Mother's Day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-9173862002688198092?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9173862002688198092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=9173862002688198092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/9173862002688198092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/9173862002688198092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7936897889844342804</id><published>2009-05-04T20:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:39:02.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-summer vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F15spSWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/AIN-Shx3vRE/s1600-h/100_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F15spSWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/AIN-Shx3vRE/s320/100_4128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127644897593698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we were fortunate to take a much needed mini vacation to the beach.  Benji, Ben and I went with my mom, brother, his girlfriend and my mema.  We rented a house at Ocean Lakes.  It was a perfect time to go because the weather was just right, there were no crowds, and we had nothing to do but play and relax.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HdaC82wI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bcPa_DDmlQw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HdaC82wI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bcPa_DDmlQw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129423107611394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Benji on the beach.  It was cloudy and cool the first day, but it still beats working :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F04xmKNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/aUcA-wAuri8/s1600-h/100_4110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F04xmKNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/aUcA-wAuri8/s320/100_4110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127627470055634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben found a sand pile on the road beside the house.  Here, he is showing Uncle Scott the proper way to dig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F1M6AHfI/AAAAAAAAAks/98a6Am6T0y4/s1600-h/100_4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F1M6AHfI/AAAAAAAAAks/98a6Am6T0y4/s320/100_4114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127632874020338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was able to pick a new toy from the store because of his great pottying (?) skills.  He said he "needed" a mask so he could "dive" in the pool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F1hfTouI/AAAAAAAAAk0/MJdH-_QWE1s/s1600-h/100_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-F1hfTouI/AAAAAAAAAk0/MJdH-_QWE1s/s320/100_4119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127638399197922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Pat and Ben in the indoor pool.  Ben did great swimming in his super cool Spiderman swimmies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One night we went to the Murrels Inlet Marsh Walk.  We explained to Ben that we were going to see some fishing boats.  He thought that we were going to see Pirates and Captains, so we were on a mission to find some.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HchFm9_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/7SDLNoDyuGM/s1600-h/100_4185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HchFm9_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/7SDLNoDyuGM/s320/100_4185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129407817938930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and I at the Marsh Walk.  It was a little windy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HcdhtNkI/AAAAAAAAAls/Rs_LLnkiPpI/s1600-h/100_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HcdhtNkI/AAAAAAAAAls/Rs_LLnkiPpI/s320/100_4184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129406862046786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Ben on the Marsh Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HdK_m2LI/AAAAAAAAAmE/mxZcylFINII/s1600-h/100_4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HdK_m2LI/AAAAAAAAAmE/mxZcylFINII/s320/100_4191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129419067054258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They found 1 pirate, but no captains.  All the boats were already in for the evening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HcysOUXI/AAAAAAAAAl8/f4wZBi72zEk/s1600-h/100_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-HcysOUXI/AAAAAAAAAl8/f4wZBi72zEk/s320/100_4188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129412543304050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They did find one big fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-GrsE1PUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bMtVxRDxtzY/s1600-h/100_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-GrsE1PUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bMtVxRDxtzY/s320/100_4136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332128568953879874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next night, we did manage to find some pirates.  Here is Benji and Ben making their best pirate face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-GsiRv3gI/AAAAAAAAAlc/4nXIgln9qUc/s1600-h/100_4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-GsiRv3gI/AAAAAAAAAlc/4nXIgln9qUc/s320/100_4163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332128583503568386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben even managed to ride the pirate ship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-GrxsGITI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fEkgq7j5jzE/s1600-h/100_4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-GrxsGITI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fEkgq7j5jzE/s320/100_4148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332128570460741938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cars did not seem to be as much fun, or so it seems in this picture.  There was no smile because a few minutes before this picture was made and right after I bought the tickets for the ride, all the power went out.  We had to wait for them to come back on and we were all a little peeved.  No, we could not get a refund because the cash register could not be opened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-Grsk89hI/AAAAAAAAAlE/0PfeeXwapQE/s1600-h/100_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-Grsk89hI/AAAAAAAAAlE/0PfeeXwapQE/s320/100_4132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332128569088603666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benji and Ben enjoying the VERY COLD Kiddie pool.  Ben thought that I said it was a Kittie pool and kept asking where the kitties were.  Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-Gs_VjgiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_wWFBSbCwOE/s1600-h/100_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sf-Gs_VjgiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_wWFBSbCwOE/s320/100_4172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332128591304163874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Scott and Aunt Sherri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-7936897889844342804?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7936897889844342804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7936897889844342804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7936897889844342804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXaIo6xZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/w1quqeZeV9E/s1600-h/P4250087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXaIo6xZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/w1quqeZeV9E/s320/P4250087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191471825995154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXaSLkzSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/FfUSM0gRAYI/s1600-h/P4250088.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXaSLkzSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/FfUSM0gRAYI/s320/P4250088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191474387275042" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EQUALS 3- Hard to believe that Ben is already 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfTzMl0sjeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/26--9RGM-BU/s1600-h/P4250015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfTzMl0sjeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/26--9RGM-BU/s320/P4250015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329151656723254754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben had a great Birthday party this year.  It was going to be low key, but he had about 40 people there.  It was held at Cleveland Park and the weather was beautiful, a little hot with a nice breeze.  We had a Star Wars theme and he got enough Star Wars presents to start a small toy museum.  We have tons of pictures, but here are only a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXCcZ8LXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/AQCw-sFkaFU/s1600-h/P4250030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXCcZ8LXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/AQCw-sFkaFU/s320/P4250030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191064815021426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the guests eating their chicken nuggets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXCEMcsmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fGFq6t8PiOc/s1600-h/P4250006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXCEMcsmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fGFq6t8PiOc/s320/P4250006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191058315981410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relaxing in the shade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXB2gPu4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/BZCZEah5e8A/s1600-h/P4250004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXB2gPu4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/BZCZEah5e8A/s320/P4250004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191054640921474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling us that he is a big boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXB0t8vAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2ra7xoUvbAY/s1600-h/DSCN3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXB0t8vAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2ra7xoUvbAY/s320/DSCN3866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191054161525762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening up some of his gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4NDCISfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xpCAXfAyKfA/s1600-h/DSCN3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4NDCISfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xpCAXfAyKfA/s320/DSCN3765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157162122365426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4NqM_50I/AAAAAAAAAik/wtz7S4HBetU/s1600-h/DSCN3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4NqM_50I/AAAAAAAAAik/wtz7S4HBetU/s320/DSCN3835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157172636936002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's favorite gift...R2D2 fish tank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4N71nDtI/AAAAAAAAAis/wzIgPUHoMbI/s1600-h/DSCN3858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4N71nDtI/AAAAAAAAAis/wzIgPUHoMbI/s320/DSCN3858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157177370676946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and his cold cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4N6uecyI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qhH5zk5G8fM/s1600-h/DSCN3859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4N6uecyI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qhH5zk5G8fM/s320/DSCN3859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157177072317218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute card from Uncle Marcus, Angie and the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4NRFA04I/AAAAAAAAAic/RT5YeVa8jCg/s1600-h/DSCN3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfT4NRFA04I/AAAAAAAAAic/RT5YeVa8jCg/s320/DSCN3814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157165892555650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh and Ben on the train.  Ben was brave here, but he told me later that he did not like the train because the whistle was too loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXCkjkI7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/R618pEiCfxE/s1600-h/P4250061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXCkjkI7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/R618pEiCfxE/s320/P4250061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329191067002872754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating his cake&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/7400090506949065059-5623063810823385960?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5623063810823385960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5623063810823385960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5623063810823385960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5623063810823385960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/bens-3rd-birthday-party.html' title='Ben&apos;s 3rd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SfUXaIo6xZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/w1quqeZeV9E/s72-c/P4250087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6161027821886436177</id><published>2009-04-22T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:42:33.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better yet, a Country Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-23fc605c225c023e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4491971228256128469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4491971228256128469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4491971228256128469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4491971228256128469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/perhaps-future-chippendale.html' title='Perhaps a future Chippendale...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6489105059034395518</id><published>2009-04-20T20:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:59:20.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 years ago, I was wondering what labor, delivery and being a mom would be about. The labor and delivery part, I knew, was going to be a breeze compared to the next 18 years. I remember hearing his heartbeat at all the appointments and seeing his profile in the ultrasounds and wondering what he would look like, how he would act and what dominant traits he would have. I would come home each night and lay on the couch and hook my Ipod earphones up to my belly and feel him kick and kick. I loved being pregnant and the bond that a mom and unborn baby share is undescribeable. I knew that I may could never be able to offer my child all the material things in the world, but I was, and still am, determined that my small child will make a big difference in the world. &lt;div&gt;On April 25th, 2006 at 6:21 p.m, my life totally changed. Benjamin James was born after 12 hours of labor and an emergency c-section. Even though, I was unable to see him for a little while after his birth, my love for him was obvious from the beginning. Never again, would I have to question how I possibly would be as a mother. I knew right then at that very moment that Ben came into the world, that I had never loved anything so much. I was determined to make him a happy life, even though at that time I was not sure what that would consist of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 3 years and rethink how I would shape and mold him. Let's look at how he has shaped and molded me. He reminds me everyday about the small things that matter and how laughter is the best medicine. The things that were important 3 or more years ago, now are just faded memories. The reason I do everything, the mere thing that gets me through the day, is all bottled up in one energetic 3 year old little boy. I want him to see the positive side in everything and to not take things seriously all the time. To know that no matter what, he has parents who will love him unconditionally. Even after a long, hard day just hearing him say "I love you mommy" makes everything ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 3 years have really flown by. He is so eager to show all that he has learned and to make everyone proud. He is so smart and so funny and I thank God every day that he allowed me to be Ben's mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-6489105059034395518?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6489105059034395518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6489105059034395518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6489105059034395518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6489105059034395518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-years-ago-i-was-wondering-what-labor.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-381759262440295412</id><published>2009-04-17T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:09:30.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>I have gray hair(s).  Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-381759262440295412?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/381759262440295412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=381759262440295412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/381759262440295412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/381759262440295412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3693158957992049523</id><published>2009-04-12T23:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:12:44.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, the Masters Caddy, hid the first egg.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtCDaL-VI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dmQDC-Ur_RI/s1600-h/100_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtCDaL-VI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dmQDC-Ur_RI/s320/100_4045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007960291834194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was a beautiful day.  We enjoyed a great church service followed by a great lunch at Nana and Big B's.  The easter bunny came down there and left a bunch of eggs for Ben to find.  This year, the bunny left real money in his eggs.  Money was the only thing that got candy off of Ben's mind.  He stashed his pockets full and had a great time running through the yard after all the eggs.  After he found them all, he wanted to hide them so that I could find them.  It was cute, because I would pretend that I could not find them and Ben would help me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtCkHjE3I/AAAAAAAAAho/lNzUJsVpARc/s1600-h/100_4050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtCkHjE3I/AAAAAAAAAho/lNzUJsVpARc/s320/100_4050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007969072026482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben showing Aunt Sherri where the eggs are hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtC3V_9YI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KvU-x6tBTXM/s1600-h/100_4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtC3V_9YI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KvU-x6tBTXM/s320/100_4051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007974232913282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sherri helping Ben &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtDCJwtnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EHpxpFN29e4/s1600-h/100_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtDCJwtnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EHpxpFN29e4/s320/100_4053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007977134372466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also getting assistance from Big B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtDfZwiVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OizXZZeW7ss/s1600-h/100_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtDfZwiVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OizXZZeW7ss/s320/100_4055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007984986098002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Scott and Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3693158957992049523?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3693158957992049523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3693158957992049523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3693158957992049523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3693158957992049523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKtCDaL-VI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dmQDC-Ur_RI/s72-c/100_4045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8673184629337499933</id><published>2009-04-12T22:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:02:15.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Dying Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpdid0ecI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lallycZz77s/s1600-h/100_4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpdid0ecI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lallycZz77s/s320/100_4019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004034438527426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Ben had a date of sorts.  Plans were to meet a friend and his daughter at the faithful Chick Fil A and take them to the park.  Since it was a little windy, we decided Ben and Sidney could play on the playground there and then we would go back to their house and dye the easter eggs.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpd-0HGkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/A0rRxqQl1_k/s1600-h/100_4024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpd-0HGkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/A0rRxqQl1_k/s320/100_4024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004042048215618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 dozen eggs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpeDxmf3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/goAkpEcSej8/s1600-h/100_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpeDxmf3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/goAkpEcSej8/s320/100_4025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004043379867506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 cups of pretty colors (along with wraps, stickers and glitter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqScIYRII/AAAAAAAAAhI/MOkoZu-SFac/s1600-h/100_4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqScIYRII/AAAAAAAAAhI/MOkoZu-SFac/s320/100_4035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004943271052418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus a little help from daddy Benji and daddy Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqS20-81I/AAAAAAAAAhY/zqRnREN-3yk/s1600-h/100_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqS20-81I/AAAAAAAAAhY/zqRnREN-3yk/s320/100_4043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004950437458770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Equals lots of dyed easter eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqSqMCVAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yt2H06R9XBY/s1600-h/100_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqSqMCVAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yt2H06R9XBY/s320/100_4042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004947044488194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a few sets of dyed hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqSWk3NSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/f_h3I072yr8/s1600-h/100_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKqSWk3NSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/f_h3I072yr8/s320/100_4034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004941779907874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben saw no need to use the little wandy thing...his hands worked better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpejRC_xI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tHHjIOsn6A8/s1600-h/100_4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpejRC_xI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tHHjIOsn6A8/s320/100_4030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004051833257746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpeereI1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/6Z6Bfzss3Xg/s1600-h/100_4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpeereI1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/6Z6Bfzss3Xg/s320/100_4027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324004050601911122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/7400090506949065059-8673184629337499933?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8673184629337499933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8673184629337499933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8673184629337499933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8673184629337499933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-dying-fun.html' title='Egg Dying Fun...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SeKpdid0ecI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lallycZz77s/s72-c/100_4019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4200725375089930238</id><published>2009-04-04T21:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:57:50.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we went on a quasi picnic and a trip to the zoo.  Apparently, every one else in the area had the same idea, but it was still fun!!!  It was nice to have some pretty weather and be able to get outside.  We were not able to eat at the zoo because there were no available picnic tables, but thank goodness there was a Chick Fil A on the way with some outside tables.  Ben loved it and felt great outside.  We then went to the Greenville zoo.  We had a small accident while waiting on daddy to park the car (he only had to circle 3 times), and Ben scraped his knee while not listening to me telling him not to jump off the step.  He scraped his knee pretty bad, but would not let me touch it to clean it up.  He first decided that he could not walk through the zoo, but then, after a mild meltdown, decided that he could.  He limped for a little while, and I could not help but giggle at him.   Ben loved the elephants, the snakes, and the lions, but his favorite was the monkeys.  Bob, the baby orangutan, was the life of the zoo.  I could not get pictures because of all the people, but Benji and I pondered on how we could get one of our own.  We also played a little at the play ground and got some ice cream on the way out.  We had a good day, and got in a little exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOd7rjymI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UZdBYUUzLvA/s1600-h/100_3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOd7rjymI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UZdBYUUzLvA/s320/100_3969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321018867137628770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, mommy and elephant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOer_8gSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6i7Ob2i16K0/s1600-h/100_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOer_8gSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6i7Ob2i16K0/s320/100_3989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321018880108036386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the giraffes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOeKuN6iI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FPaVXHtvWxg/s1600-h/100_3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOeKuN6iI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FPaVXHtvWxg/s320/100_3978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321018871175309858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was super excited in the Reptile building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOeTIdupI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VP2yuY9qn2Y/s1600-h/100_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOeTIdupI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VP2yuY9qn2Y/s320/100_3981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321018873432881810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOeR861XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/oUNi_vvPBBI/s1600-h/100_3987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOeR861XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/oUNi_vvPBBI/s320/100_3987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321018873116022130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgPIF55JeI/AAAAAAAAAgA/M-gLEZHe1I4/s1600-h/100_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgPIF55JeI/AAAAAAAAAgA/M-gLEZHe1I4/s320/100_3992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321019591436608994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopping for a rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgPJCymg-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/hr7s6XQJHtI/s1600-h/100_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgPJCymg-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/hr7s6XQJHtI/s320/100_3999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321019607780590562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgPJeWQ1mI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/s6q3BeQp8eE/s1600-h/100_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgPJeWQ1mI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/s6q3BeQp8eE/s320/100_4006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321019615177922146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/7400090506949065059-4200725375089930238?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4200725375089930238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4200725375089930238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4200725375089930238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4200725375089930238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-at-zoo.html' title='Day at the zoo'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgOd7rjymI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UZdBYUUzLvA/s72-c/100_3969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-4784999676379618113</id><published>2009-04-04T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:38:37.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Man Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgLhFLj_WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/thRicFv1RAA/s1600-h/100_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgLhFLj_WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/thRicFv1RAA/s320/100_3966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321015622692502882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben way playing in the tub a few nights ago and was laying down swimming and playing in the bubbles.  He popped up and looked in the mirror and told me he looked like an old man.  Very cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-4784999676379618113?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4784999676379618113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=4784999676379618113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4784999676379618113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/4784999676379618113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-man-ben.html' title='Old Man Ben'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SdgLhFLj_WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/thRicFv1RAA/s72-c/100_3966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-9048956705072191821</id><published>2009-03-26T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:18:27.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on...</title><content type='html'>Or so it seems to the on lookers.  We have been very busy here at the L house.  Ben is doing great with his potty training.  He is having some accidents, but mommy is being very patient and knows that when he is ready, it will be smooth sailing.  He is doing so well in preschool.  He has started to read and can recognize all the kids names in his class as well as other words such as daddy, dog and most Star Wars terms.  His class has been very busy with their shapes and important phone numbers.  His teachers are great this year and I know we will miss them next year.  &lt;div&gt;We are gearing up for Ben's 3rd Birthday party.  It is going to be low key this year, but lots of fun!!!  Ben keeps informing me that certain Star Wars guys are sure to visit him on this special day, but latest word from them is that it is not going to happen this year.  Keep your fingers crossed, though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be starting a new job soon.  I will be with the same company, but have a different position. For the last 2 years, I have served as a Case Manager for unemployed and underskilled job seekers.  It is a fun, and stressful, job but has WAY too much paperwork, thanks to state audits.  I have had as many as 125 people on my case load and I work exclusively with them to prepare them for job and new careers.  It is rewarding, and I get to counsel them on many subjects.  In a few weeks, I will be moving into my new role as Resource Center Coordinator.  I will be supervising the Customer Service team (Employment Resource Specialists), working with our partners and managing the resource center where anyone can come in and look for work.  I will no longer have a case load, but will work with everyone who comes in on a short time basis.  I will miss my private office, where I dictated my time, but this position will be great!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still working on finalizing house plans.  I will be meeting with a few builders in the next few weeks to get the plans I have found all put together and hopefully get started early summer.  It is already so stressful, but the more I stay in this "way too small place with a very active 3 year old", the more ready and committed I am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still, successfully, doing Weight Watchers.  I admit that I did not start with my first declaration of needing to lose weight, but started back on Feb 20.  I have lost 10 pounds so far, and hope to lose 20 more for the summer.  I am doing the online program, and entering my food really makes me accountable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not posted any recent pictures because I have not taken many lately.  I desperately need a new camera and really need to look into getting one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready for SPRING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-9048956705072191821?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9048956705072191821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=9048956705072191821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/9048956705072191821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/9048956705072191821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-going-on.html' title='Not much going on...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7796069368077528864</id><published>2009-03-14T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:18:28.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training and Batman Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and I recently had a heart to heart about his need to use the potty.  He is so advanced in so many areas, and I blame myself for not really working hard on it.  He is at preschool in the mornings and at his grandparents in the afternoon and both have been working with him.  I decided that I am not buying anymore pull ups and we will just see what happens.  He did so good today!! He was so excited to wear his Spiderman undies!  There were lots of high fives and hugs for rewards and I told him we could get a surprise this evening.  It has made me sad how fast he has grown up and it is hard to believe that he will be 3 next month, but I am excited to see him learn something and feel like a big boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxj6pEcJII/AAAAAAAAAew/9WK8AGPyCaQ/s1600-h/100_3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxj6pEcJII/AAAAAAAAAew/9WK8AGPyCaQ/s320/100_3959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313231519498380418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**TMI,TMI**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was looking for the "big brown worm"-Honestly, it was one of the funniest things he has said in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxj6Df53LI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0b-wOq55l04/s1600-h/100_3958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxj6Df53LI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0b-wOq55l04/s320/100_3958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313231509413026994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ventured out tonight and after picking up and putting back about 10 things, Ben finally decided that he needed to add to his Batman collection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxkl6mQePI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vuhcQSS39rs/s1600-h/100_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxkl6mQePI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vuhcQSS39rs/s320/100_3961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313232262937999602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His new pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbxkmaWYv-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/KvIsRVOEz0s/s1600-h/100_3963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbxkmaWYv-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/KvIsRVOEz0s/s320/100_3963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313232271461367778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New cape, shield, belt and batarangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-7796069368077528864?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7796069368077528864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7796069368077528864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7796069368077528864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7796069368077528864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/03/potty-training-and-batman-training.html' title='Potty Training and Batman Training'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/Sbxj6pEcJII/AAAAAAAAAew/9WK8AGPyCaQ/s72-c/100_3959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-840751765149872926</id><published>2009-03-14T15:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:05:05.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th Birthday to my daddy...Papa Randy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwKqm-VqkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yeFNWtrmxTI/s1600-h/100_1585_101_101.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwKqm-VqkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yeFNWtrmxTI/s320/100_1585_101_101.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313133387523140162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was 6 months old here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwKqA11lcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3RksLZVlexg/s1600-h/100_1318_304_304.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwKqA11lcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3RksLZVlexg/s320/100_1318_304_304.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313133377286936002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2 enjoying a nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwJx24JbaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dJCVcfl7_ZY/s1600-h/100_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwJx24JbaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dJCVcfl7_ZY/s320/100_2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313132412539596194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwJLR4bOdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4N4hyi4D8_Y/s1600-h/100_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwJLR4bOdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4N4hyi4D8_Y/s320/100_2137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313131749773621714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was made in 2007 at Tweetsie Railroad 2 days before daddy's stroke.  I have some more recent ones but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to tell my Daddy Happy Birthday and that we all love him very much!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-840751765149872926?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/840751765149872926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=840751765149872926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/840751765149872926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/840751765149872926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-60th-birthday-to-my-daddypapa.html' title='Happy 60th Birthday to my daddy...Papa Randy!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SbwKqm-VqkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yeFNWtrmxTI/s72-c/100_1585_101_101.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-652139752235582151</id><published>2009-03-07T13:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:27:55.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't be like this for long...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have never really been overly emotional and sappy, but man having a child totally changes that.  Sometimes I get teary eyed just looking at him or watching him sleep and so many times I am reminded how fast the last 3 years have gone by.  Maybe it is PMS or maybe it because I have had some bad days, but whatever it is, I can not get through this song without crying.  &lt;div&gt;I know it is about his daughter, but change the words to him/his/son whatever and it is the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6JHXHWZLpU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6JHXHWZLpU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7400090506949065059-652139752235582151?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/652139752235582151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=652139752235582151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/652139752235582151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/652139752235582151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-wont-be-like-this-for-long.html' title='It won&apos;t be like this for long...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3290157343869507123</id><published>2009-02-20T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:26:22.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Plate Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While studying "All About Me" at school, the kids were asked to design their face on plates using limited resources, including a plate, pipe cleaners, pom-poms, yarn and straws.  I honestly wish I was artistic, but thank goodness Benji is.  Here are some pictures of our craft night and final portrait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping put on the glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yw83azyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xVPAP9uMiTA/s1600-h/100_3883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yw83azyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xVPAP9uMiTA/s320/100_3883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305085071363591970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yxRwaXLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sCUT-Vq9SLY/s1600-h/100_3885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yxRwaXLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sCUT-Vq9SLY/s320/100_3885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305085076971347122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paper Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yxlaGonI/AAAAAAAAAcg/i2oVkLqrUKI/s1600-h/100_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yxlaGonI/AAAAAAAAAcg/i2oVkLqrUKI/s320/100_3893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305085082246488690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben helped at first, but then decided the pom-poms were more fun as snow balls.  We had to have a few snow ball fights before finishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bag of "snow balls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9z27x029I/AAAAAAAAAco/Q-yQ4cLXTWQ/s1600-h/100_3888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9z27x029I/AAAAAAAAAco/Q-yQ4cLXTWQ/s320/100_3888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305086273662540754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked Ben to smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9z3G2HawI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9Q0iiyBmtDo/s1600-h/100_3889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9z3G2HawI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9Q0iiyBmtDo/s320/100_3889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305086276633324290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9z3UAy8jI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MORRT1A2fCk/s1600-h/100_3895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9z3UAy8jI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MORRT1A2fCk/s320/100_3895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305086280167780914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/7400090506949065059-3290157343869507123?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3290157343869507123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3290157343869507123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3290157343869507123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3290157343869507123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bens-plate-face.html' title='Ben&apos;s Plate Face'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SZ9yw83azyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xVPAP9uMiTA/s72-c/100_3883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-7026121124383301535</id><published>2009-02-19T09:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:23:36.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things that make me smile...</title><content type='html'>So, Ben's imagination as really come to life in the last few months. He will sit by himself and play and it is so cute to watch. One minute he is Batman trying to get the Joker, the next minute he is a cowboy shooting at the indians, and the next he is Anakin Skywalker and is going after the robots. It is so cute to hear him talk about all his toys.&lt;br /&gt;He is finally getting better with going to bed. He still wants me to lay down with him, but I no longer have to stay there half the night, and he does not fuss when I get up. Why should I ever complain when he wants to prolong sleeping to snuggle and laugh with his mommy?? My sleep time is way overrated! He loves to play shadow puppets while we are laying on his bed. My hand becomes the big bird who is looking for some food. The bird talks to Ben about random things and Ben thinks it is the funniest thing. Ben also likes to tell me about his day while we are laying there in his bed and usually will sing the new song that he learned. He apparently has learned a new song at school about building a house, because he was pretend hammering and sawing a house last night. He talked about his tools on his seat belt (aka took belt) and actually held his hands together like a book and pretented to "read a map" for intructions (instructions) on how to build it. I swear that boy makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent conversations with Ben:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben ran into the living room from the kitchen and suddenly said "Ouch, my running knee hurts"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Your what?"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "My running knee"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What exactly is your running knee"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Pointing to his knee, "the knee that makes me run"&lt;br /&gt;Carly: "Oh, well, are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Yes, but you need to kiss it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know my love of the Young and the Restless. It is about the only thing that I watch on TV and thank goodness, I can catch it on Soapnet each night at 7:00. Ben usually is playing while it is on, but apprently has been paying more attention than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, Ben asked to watch Spongebob (it comes on afterwards). I turned on Y&amp;amp;R and told him that Spongebob would be on later.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: " I do not want to watch the Young and Restless, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Please, Ben. let mommy relax for a few minutes until daddy gets home.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "I am tired of Victor, he is not a good guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "mommy, I love you past the moon. You are my best friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-7026121124383301535?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7026121124383301535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=7026121124383301535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7026121124383301535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/7026121124383301535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Little things that make me smile...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-1419071448237178368</id><published>2009-02-03T21:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:33:23.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is pretty slow right now...</title><content type='html'>I have some new pictures to post, but am too lazy to wait for them all to unload from the camera, so I will do that later.  Not much has been going on lately.  I went away for a few days last week.  I attended a statewide conference in Charleston with some fun co-workers.  It was really more play than work and was a nice get a way.  I missed Benji and Ben, but they were in good hands at Nana and Big B's house.  We stayed here &lt;a href="http://www.embassysuites1.hilton.com/en_US/es/hotel/CHSESES-Embassy-Suites-Charleston-Historic-Charleston-South-Carolina/index.do"&gt;www.embassysuites1.hilton.com/en_US/es/hotel/CHSESES-Embassy-Suites-Charleston-Historic-Charleston-South-Carolina/index.do&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank goodness the company is not cheap and it was fabulous.  Within walking distance to downtown, free made to order breakfast, free manager's reception each night (aka free drinks and snacks), 2-room suites, and beds made of pillowy goodness.  Granted I did not sleep well because I had the room to myself and it was too quite and snuggling by yourself is just not the same, but great anyway.  We ate here &lt;a href="http://www.coastbarandgrill.com/"&gt;http://www.coastbarandgrill.com/&lt;/a&gt; and like every tourist, here&lt;a href="http://www.hymanseafood.com/"&gt; www.hymanseafood.com/&lt;/a&gt;. They were both yummy, maybe because I was not paying, but Hymans had the best crab cakes.  My boss (from the north) never understood why someone would name the place that.  It was funny hearing her talk about it.  The owner (Eli, I believe) bought us ladies free appetizers and a few free drinks, so that was great.  We then went here for a night cap &lt;a href="http://www.kaminskys.com/"&gt;www.kaminskys.com&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, Bill Murray had just left about 5 minutes before we got there.  He lost his cell phone and called back to the restaraunt to look for.  He had sat at our tables and the waitresses made a big deal of informing us that we would need to "really look" for the phone around our table.  They said that he has a place in town.  Anyway, their drinks were great!  &lt;div&gt;I came home to boys who have been super duper sweet to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, there is not much happening, but fun nonetheless.  I am trying to find a fun place to have Ben's birthday in April.  Any suggestions or information on hiring Star Wars people, please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-1419071448237178368?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1419071448237178368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=1419071448237178368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1419071448237178368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/1419071448237178368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-pretty-slow-right-now.html' title='Life is pretty slow right now...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8574813570339215696</id><published>2009-01-31T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:06:21.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Bat Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SYRo4JCM9UI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Jrh7SWkCnmw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SYRo4JCM9UI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Jrh7SWkCnmw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474375401665858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8574813570339215696?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8574813570339215696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8574813570339215696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8574813570339215696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8574813570339215696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-bat-ben.html' title='It&apos;s Bat Ben'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SYRo4JCM9UI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Jrh7SWkCnmw/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-8932382627514739918</id><published>2009-01-20T20:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:08:12.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day! (It really is a historic day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ-GLwtn-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/YIfOvaKHUcg/s1600-h/100_3813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ-GLwtn-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/YIfOvaKHUcg/s320/100_3813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293557056722018274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, daddy.  It really snowed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCyMDe9oI/AAAAAAAAAbE/hwX8bVxoBbU/s1600-h/100_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCyMDe9oI/AAAAAAAAAbE/hwX8bVxoBbU/s320/100_3815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562210761504386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Daddy getting ready for the Arctic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCy4dQmjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/j5TMUip6kUo/s1600-h/100_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCy4dQmjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/j5TMUip6kUo/s320/100_3821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562222680775218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run, Run as fast as you can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCzE0qmFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VsE35Ma-AOY/s1600-h/100_3838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCzE0qmFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VsE35Ma-AOY/s320/100_3838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562226000173138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is even some snow over here in the bushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCyqX-8rI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UogQBQHDzyw/s1600-h/100_3819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCyqX-8rI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UogQBQHDzyw/s320/100_3819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562218900550322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would be fun if I could see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCzs6eMgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zqrq_s-JHTM/s1600-h/100_3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXaCzs6eMgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zqrq_s-JHTM/s320/100_3840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562236761944578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo, word up, Yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-8932382627514739918?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8932382627514739918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=8932382627514739918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8932382627514739918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/8932382627514739918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-it-really-is-historic-day.html' title='Snow Day! (It really is a historic day)'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ-GLwtn-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/YIfOvaKHUcg/s72-c/100_3813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-72458794820420330</id><published>2009-01-20T20:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:41:27.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures I finally took off the camera :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some random pictures of Ben and the family from Christmas on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ4OmtRk_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fqwmYgKiQIk/s1600-h/100_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ4OmtRk_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fqwmYgKiQIk/s320/100_3750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293550604324541426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa Randy giving Ben his present, a fishing rod!  Not sure how in the world Ben is going to use the big thing, but he loved it anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ4tBL5xbI/AAAAAAAAAac/tPi1mGcF5Yw/s1600-h/100_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ4tBL5xbI/AAAAAAAAAac/tPi1mGcF5Yw/s320/100_3763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551126828402098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben trying out Scott's Clemson bean bag and helmet!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ5WAy7ISI/AAAAAAAAAak/kZUdf8N95mo/s1600-h/100_3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ5WAy7ISI/AAAAAAAAAak/kZUdf8N95mo/s320/100_3788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293551831098269986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back- Sidney (my step dad), Pat (my momma) and Mike (momma's brother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front- My mema, Debbie (Mike's wife)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ6E-Z9quI/AAAAAAAAAas/lk2BN5SQtGI/s1600-h/100_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ6E-Z9quI/AAAAAAAAAas/lk2BN5SQtGI/s320/100_3790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293552637910559458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben went with my mom to Charleston after Christmas to see my grandpa.  Here is Ben playing in the bird feeder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ6fvZfwrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6e_ShTEEst4/s1600-h/100_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ6fvZfwrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6e_ShTEEst4/s320/100_3797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293553097738535602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Grandpa Harry (momma's dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-72458794820420330?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/72458794820420330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=72458794820420330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/72458794820420330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/72458794820420330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-pictures-i-finally-took-off.html' title='Random Pictures I finally took off the camera :)'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SXZ4OmtRk_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fqwmYgKiQIk/s72-c/100_3750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-535066796002257937</id><published>2009-01-14T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:23:44.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured you were tired of the Christmas stuff...</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on lately.  Working (alot) and spending some quality time with my 2 favorite guys.  I am still on the "diet", but seem to only be losing in the exact spot where I would prefer not to lose any.  Do they make exercises for firm and perky bust? So far, Benji and I have made good on our resolution to get back in church.  We have been going to his home church where he has been a member and are really enjoying it.  They have a new, young preacher who has really been able to pack the pews on Sundays.  Ben enjoys seeing his Nana play the piano, Benji enjoys seeing all his childhood friends and their families, and I enjoy getting back involved in church and what all having that "involvement" offers.  I felt like I have been really far from what God has wanted for my life and am trying to get us all back there as a family.  &lt;div&gt;I am going to be starting a "new"position at work.  It's is not really new, but I will heading up a new project at the Middle Tyger Community Center back in my old stomping grounds in Lyman. It will be neat to see how the community has grown in the last 15 years and use my organization to help people.  I will be going there 1 day at week right now, so I am looking forward to something difference and the challenge of proving myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benji has started working out at work with a co-worker, and I think that my husband has taken a liking to yoga and pilates.  I wish I was a fly on the wall when they start their yoga stretches in the break room.  I think I will buy him a spandex unitard and head band soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am off to play Princess Leia with Ben and his arsenal of Star War toys.  I am looking forward to a long weekend and a date with my husband on Saturday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-535066796002257937?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/535066796002257937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=535066796002257937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/535066796002257937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/535066796002257937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-figured-you-were-tired-of-christmas.html' title='I figured you were tired of the Christmas stuff...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5390428684282304329</id><published>2009-01-01T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:12:22.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 Part 5 Christmas Day night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1My09CucI/AAAAAAAAAZs/F9EeivPH_zs/s1600-h/100_3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1My09CucI/AAAAAAAAAZs/F9EeivPH_zs/s320/100_3724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286465973694675394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Marcus and Ben as Santa's helpers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1MzLK5T0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/181AdDLuQRY/s1600-h/100_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1MzLK5T0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/181AdDLuQRY/s320/100_3727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286465979658358594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He first opened the big pirate ship that he loved!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1Mz6eb4YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2yEs3VuC2ms/s1600-h/100_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1Mz6eb4YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2yEs3VuC2ms/s320/100_3729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286465992356782466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he opened the big Batman castle that he also loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1M0HRe0uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bV-P0Iq9AZM/s1600-h/100_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1M0HRe0uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bV-P0Iq9AZM/s320/100_3740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286465995792110306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy opened his new Wii lightsaber game with real lightsabers and Ben decided that he also loved that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1M0XmwPeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/r959ry-6xRM/s1600-h/100_3746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1M0XmwPeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/r959ry-6xRM/s320/100_3746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286466000176299490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, the favorite (and cheapest) was the box which made him a robot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have actual photos of Santa coming down the chimney and bringing presents to Big B's house.  I will show proof that Santa does exist as soon as I get the pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5390428684282304329?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5390428684282304329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5390428684282304329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5390428684282304329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5390428684282304329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008-part-5-christmas-day.html' title='Christmas 2008 Part 5 Christmas Day night'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1My09CucI/AAAAAAAAAZs/F9EeivPH_zs/s72-c/100_3724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-371269573007248130</id><published>2009-01-01T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:04:18.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 Part 4 Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K6iNA4CI/AAAAAAAAAZk/baJDJRmssRs/s1600-h/100_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K6iNA4CI/AAAAAAAAAZk/baJDJRmssRs/s320/100_3718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286463907077087266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, get up, Santa has been here!  (note to self: do not let child sleep in pull-ups)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K6K8hlMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YEx3FbEq8dA/s1600-h/100_3705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K6K8hlMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YEx3FbEq8dA/s320/100_3705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286463900833912002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All Ben's loot from Santa (minus the white reindeer with the big ears who barks who just wanted to be in the picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K596m4kI/AAAAAAAAAZU/66DCDL_Lan8/s1600-h/100_3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K596m4kI/AAAAAAAAAZU/66DCDL_Lan8/s320/100_3704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286463897336209986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's favorite thing.  It only took Mr. and Mrs. Clause 2 and 1/2 hours to put together.  (another note to self:  read instructions and reviews before Christmas Eve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K5MuzasI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S6l_ZWNiw3c/s1600-h/100_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K5MuzasI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S6l_ZWNiw3c/s320/100_3701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286463884133362370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All his Star Wars stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-371269573007248130?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/371269573007248130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=371269573007248130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/371269573007248130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/371269573007248130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008-part-4-christmas-day.html' title='Christmas 2008 Part 4 Christmas Day'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SV1K6iNA4CI/AAAAAAAAAZk/baJDJRmssRs/s72-c/100_3718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5565557714031943201</id><published>2008-12-26T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:55:44.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 Part 3 Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas Eve day was spent being lazy with my 2 boys.  We slept late, finished wrapping gifts, baked cookies, made swedish meatballs and a breakfast casserole, and straightened the house for Santa's arrival.  Ben rode with me to my work to deliver some presents (some had to work ;() and Ben went around and gave out their gifts.  He even sang Jingle Bells for them.  It was cute. Wednesday night we went to Big B and Nana's house.  We ate snacks and watched some Christmas movies.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwxDgZTtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mxwY_nkveKo/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwxDgZTtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mxwY_nkveKo/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284183357102051026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elfie made his final trip for this year.  He perched on the tree branch to make sure Ben was being nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwyDD2RyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Ygw_yCq-ilY/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwyDD2RyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Ygw_yCq-ilY/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284183374162183970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Big B and Ben's new bear bedroom slippers.  He immediately takes his shoes and socks off wherever he goes, but has kept the bears on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwyg7UxII/AAAAAAAAAY8/EkxlTRAPgUg/s1600-h/100_3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwyg7UxII/AAAAAAAAAY8/EkxlTRAPgUg/s320/100_3688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284183382179497090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben leaving carrots for the reindeer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwzFYJXiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WV2agKXqo0E/s1600-h/100_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwzFYJXiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WV2agKXqo0E/s320/100_3692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284183391964061218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben leaving cookies, and a smile, for Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5565557714031943201?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5565557714031943201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5565557714031943201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5565557714031943201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5565557714031943201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2003-part-3-christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas 2008 Part 3 Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUwxDgZTtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mxwY_nkveKo/s72-c/DSC00223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-2064818960284789413</id><published>2008-12-26T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:19:48.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday, we drove to the big town of Hartwell, GA for Christmas with my mom and stepdad.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrU9QLcTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0SsLq9lUK7A/s1600-h/100_3643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrU9QLcTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0SsLq9lUK7A/s320/100_3643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284177376828944690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a gingerbread house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrVYMFbJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yIz1oqU4BJ0/s1600-h/100_3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrVYMFbJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yIz1oqU4BJ0/s320/100_3651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284177384059530386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy had to help with the icing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUshQTInrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X4iuxhPBKn0/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUshQTInrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X4iuxhPBKn0/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284178687611674290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUsjSsMflI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7QQ4z0gTybI/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUsjSsMflI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7QQ4z0gTybI/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284178722613395026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott used to always get the biggest presents...but not anymore.  Here he shows Ben how to unwrap the ginormous package&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUsj0yBmbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/tAnqIv4HfmY/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUsj0yBmbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/tAnqIv4HfmY/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284178731764652466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should have seen the look on his Ben's face when this Star Wars tent was opened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrW3MMYFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jo-RtypvzLM/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrW3MMYFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jo-RtypvzLM/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284177409561354322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Sherri examine all the outer space gadgets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-2064818960284789413?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2064818960284789413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=2064818960284789413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2064818960284789413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/2064818960284789413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008-part-2.html' title='Christmas 2008 Part 2'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUrU9QLcTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0SsLq9lUK7A/s72-c/100_3643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6381059134918074138</id><published>2008-12-26T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:37:35.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Christmas week started off  on Friday with a yummy steak dinner at my aunt and uncle's house.  Ben was a hit showing off with all his talking and smarts and gave and received lots of hugs and kisses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUiPE1lI7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/dpTAeqQSeog/s1600-h/100_3617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUiPE1lI7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/dpTAeqQSeog/s320/100_3617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284167380181001138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and cousin Casey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUje6WN4FI/AAAAAAAAAXE/G9EHO9QbrDI/s1600-h/100_3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUje6WN4FI/AAAAAAAAAXE/G9EHO9QbrDI/s320/100_3623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284168751754633298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casey and her husband, Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUjfeBDbiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HcUv65gT-o0/s1600-h/100_3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUjfeBDbiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HcUv65gT-o0/s320/100_3634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284168761329544738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and uncle Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUjfP3sZXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nBTeZqlfUn0/s1600-h/100_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUjfP3sZXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nBTeZqlfUn0/s320/100_3629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284168757532190066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben got a firetruck and a Leap Frog kitchen food magnet set.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUjfiqviuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/B_G-8HiPBpA/s1600-h/100_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUjfiqviuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/B_G-8HiPBpA/s320/100_3637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284168762578143970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben decided that we would use the refrigerator and magnets for a picnic.  He instructed us to sit around the blanket and we had to ask for the food we wanted.  Notice who has all the good food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-6381059134918074138?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6381059134918074138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6381059134918074138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6381059134918074138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6381059134918074138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008-part-1.html' title='Christmas 2008 Part 1'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SVUiPE1lI7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/dpTAeqQSeog/s72-c/100_3617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5931789697968196813</id><published>2008-12-14T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:19:15.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's preschool class did their Christmas program on Friday.  It was the cutest thing I have ever seen.  Ben was quite the little entertainer and really showed out on stage.  He saw Benji and I as he was walking down the aisle to the stage and yelled "that's my mommy and daddy" and I could tell that he really wanted to show us what he had learned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9LZ-C8AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GWzfr2tM1is/s1600-h/100_3581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9LZ-C8AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GWzfr2tM1is/s320/100_3581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834141809111042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and his class coming out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9MYNvU_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nnA5c1TjJGA/s1600-h/100_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9MYNvU_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nnA5c1TjJGA/s320/100_3587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834158517933042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing "Jingle Bells"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9L8_LIWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cqTqSwTyWU4/s1600-h/100_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9L8_LIWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cqTqSwTyWU4/s320/100_3586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834151209083234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for his next cue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9MxSvonI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Oy4Rvcz0DBY/s1600-h/100_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9MxSvonI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Oy4Rvcz0DBY/s320/100_3594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834165249811058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing the sleigh ride dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9NAiCqBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tNUFs03KTwY/s320/100_3598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834169340504082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW-ZOrPiII/AAAAAAAAAW0/xFu6y7tLEDA/s1600-h/100_3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW-ZOrPiII/AAAAAAAAAW0/xFu6y7tLEDA/s320/100_3596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279835478807251074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On their horses on the way to the manger.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-5931789697968196813?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5931789697968196813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=5931789697968196813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5931789697968196813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/5931789697968196813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/bens-christmas-program.html' title='Ben&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SUW9LZ-C8AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GWzfr2tM1is/s72-c/100_3581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-5517676415796977244</id><published>2008-12-12T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:59:37.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCING ELF FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/ST8qjbhI3YI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F_3SgpeuCYY/s320/Ben_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984076472049026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ben's Christmas picture from school.  Usually I am not a fan of "posed" studio pictures, but I think he looks very handsome here.  Look at those dimples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-505233990780066151?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/505233990780066151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=505233990780066151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/505233990780066151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/505233990780066151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/ST8qjbhI3YI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F_3SgpeuCYY/s72-c/Ben_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-6628956179881113584</id><published>2008-12-09T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:35.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We might need to discuss the Christmas story a little more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/ST6iRMwRJoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ifj0u2JcTeQ/s1600-h/Ben+@+Manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277834229689951874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/ST6iRMwRJoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ifj0u2JcTeQ/s320/Ben+%40+Manger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is the one in the brown on the left looking at the picture (sorry this is a scanned copy of the picture in the ornament)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben's class was dressed up for a picture showing the Christmas story and Mary, Joseph, and the 3 Wise Men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His teacher, Ms. Love, told Ben that he was Joseph and discussed the Christmas Story and the birth of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting on his costume, Ben exclaimed "I am a Jedi Knight".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I have been discussing Christmas each night and he has been excited to talk about Jesus and his birthday. Apparently, we still have a lot of talking to do :)&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/7400090506949065059-6628956179881113584?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6628956179881113584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=6628956179881113584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6628956179881113584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/6628956179881113584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-might-need-to-discuss-christmas.html' title='We might need to discuss the Christmas story a little more...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/ST6iRMwRJoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ifj0u2JcTeQ/s72-c/Ben+%40+Manger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400090506949065059.post-3537805603520750124</id><published>2008-11-30T20:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:45:30.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great 4 days of eating, sleeping, shopping, decorating, cleaning, and pretty much doing whatever we have felt like. We are so routine driven around here, so for once it was nice to sleep in and stay up late (just ask Ben).  I dread going back to work tomorrow, but only a few more weeks until I am off again for Christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was spent with the Lineberry's.  My mema came along with my brother and Sherri and Ben had a blast showing them all his stuff at Big B's house.  We had a great lunch and a great nap afterwards.  We came home and decorated the Christmas tree and watched some cartoons. Friday we did a whole lot of nothing, including staying in our pajamas until getting ready to go see Disney on Ice.  I was going to attempt some bargain shopping, but no good deal was worth actually showering early and putting on clothes :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Ben to Disney World last year, and will not be going back until sometime next year so, we did the next best thing, we took him to see Disney On Ice.  I was pretty convinced it was going to be cheesy, but it was actually pretty good.  The characters were entertaining and the skaters were talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_5DYthhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-0jGXibO9Bw/s1600-h/100_3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_5DYthhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-0jGXibO9Bw/s320/100_3542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629837975029266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mickey and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_aCp_CyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F4Kb5uK-cYI/s1600-h/100_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_aCp_CyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F4Kb5uK-cYI/s320/100_3465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629305203100450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana, Big B, and Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_ahlQlgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_nhQQ7j8x0I/s1600-h/100_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_ahlQlgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_nhQQ7j8x0I/s320/100_3466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629313504777730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben eyeing the kid's sword behind us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They performed scenes from The Lion King,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_bY0KFKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jCb_CHvugXg/s1600-h/100_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_bY0KFKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jCb_CHvugXg/s320/100_3477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629328331216034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Little Mermaid, Lilo and Stitch, and Peter Pan.  Peter Pan was Ben's favorite part because of the pirates and the ship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_cSp1pMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FRyx8ymPS7A/s1600-h/100_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_cSp1pMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FRyx8ymPS7A/s320/100_3537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629343857190082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_bxNRlXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tIU7wMs6YJo/s1600-h/100_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_bxNRlXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tIU7wMs6YJo/s320/100_3528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629334879016306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tinkerbell is my favorite!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we watched the Tigers eat some chicken from the warmth of our house.  My brother and a family friend took Benji's and my place.  We yelled and screamed in the comforts of home.  I then attempted to take Ben and Benji shopping with me, but that only lasted about 2 hours and 1 yet seemingly long tantrum by Ben.  We hurried home just in time for the Y &amp;amp; R marathon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days off always go by so quickly, but it was fun to spend some time with my 2 favorite boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400090506949065059-3537805603520750124?l=wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3537805603520750124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7400090506949065059&amp;postID=3537805603520750124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3537805603520750124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400090506949065059/posts/default/3537805603520750124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheresbenbeen.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994709162145142053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/SFCY8zN7NrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z7kAK_vSR90/S220/100_2994.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hmjEASvQ_Y/STM_5DYthhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-0jGXibO9Bw/s72-c/100_3542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
