<?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-4650873499007738009</id><updated>2011-10-19T11:35:44.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reisner's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2361633530736579856</id><published>2011-09-21T21:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:07:57.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWUvtKn1fSY/TnqtgFRW3YI/AAAAAAAAAxw/jGUOce3CR0Y/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;as it really been 3 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Okay well Sadie's birthday was in June but I need to post these pictures. We were still in El Paso for her birthday. We celebrated it with Bradley's Aunt and Uncle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NILV-MRByA/Tnqee8roqII/AAAAAAAAAwY/hICj2tF-fMM/s1600/IMG_1539.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655006536639490178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NILV-MRByA/Tnqee8roqII/AAAAAAAAAwY/hICj2tF-fMM/s400/IMG_1539.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;She turned 4. I can't believe she is already four, she is my little baby, even though she insist she is not a baby. But she is a momma's girl. She loves sitting by me as much as she can and gives me lots of kisses. Lately she has been really into looking pretty and always asks to put on my makeup. And anytime I get ready she rubs my arm or comes up and give me a hug and say's "Mom you're so pretty." Even if it comes from a four year old it still makes a me feel good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fog8W0vW4Q/TnqefIKzegI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ZrEfiFepQF8/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655006539723012610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fog8W0vW4Q/TnqefIKzegI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ZrEfiFepQF8/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etSUJQqvHrs/TnqlLdid1ZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DdXoY5_UfYY/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655013898443412882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etSUJQqvHrs/TnqlLdid1ZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DdXoY5_UfYY/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fog8W0vW4Q/TnqefIKzegI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ZrEfiFepQF8/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" style="color: black; font-family: webdings;"&gt;Like I said before and in previous post we spent her birthday with Bradleys Aunt and Uncle. I can't say enough good things about these people. We miss them!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fog8W0vW4Q/TnqefIKzegI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ZrEfiFepQF8/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" style="color: black; font-family: webdings;"&gt; This is Bradley's uncle and his grandson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings;"&gt;It's a random picture but it's the best I got and we want to remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvthT8Z5xAc/TnqjNAguEBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/3Lq9eDycLQg/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655011725987942418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvthT8Z5xAc/TnqjNAguEBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/3Lq9eDycLQg/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;After cake and Ice cream the kids played in the sprinkler with their grand kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLLCsx6pv6A/TnqkbmkdcTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KC77KJDayP8/s1600/IMG_1583.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655013076233974066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLLCsx6pv6A/TnqkbmkdcTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KC77KJDayP8/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gGsLMWuYvY/TnqkbCYwubI/AAAAAAAAAww/dEc_H1nDSA8/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655013066521229746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gGsLMWuYvY/TnqkbCYwubI/AAAAAAAAAww/dEc_H1nDSA8/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRjytsUhgSo/TnqkqlwUzKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/A08-inSB9q0/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655013333713341602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRjytsUhgSo/TnqkqlwUzKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/A08-inSB9q0/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Payson also lost his first tooth while we were in El Paso. He was pretty excited. And since then he has lost one other and has another one loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lFVhbZASEI/Tnql-k5nQrI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1by914XA9rQ/s1600/IMG_1525.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655014776592876210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lFVhbZASEI/Tnql-k5nQrI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1by914XA9rQ/s400/IMG_1525.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;We missed our family on the 4rth of July. Nothing like home on this day.  Me and a friend took our kids to the El Paso parade and let me just say if you are ever in El Paso for the 4rth don't go to the parade! It was a bunch of people showing off their  cars,  it was hot and hardly any candy. Lame! Here are the kiddo's at the parade though. At least we tried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWUvtKn1fSY/TnqtgFRW3YI/AAAAAAAAAxw/jGUOce3CR0Y/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655023048799477122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWUvtKn1fSY/TnqtgFRW3YI/AAAAAAAAAxw/jGUOce3CR0Y/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lFVhbZASEI/Tnql-k5nQrI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1by914XA9rQ/s1600/IMG_1525.JPG" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 100%;"&gt;We got back to Missouri in July. Since then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqORlMBm8xI/Tnql_Jj8OvI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HihEDmsZXqI/s1600/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;Payson has started the big Kindergarten. Can't believe that either. Sad sad day. The Parents had a meeting with the teacher before it started and when the teacher said I'm sure you guys will be a wreck the first day of school I almost broke down right then. I know pathetic. But I did do pretty good on the first day of school and I didn't cry just had a knot in my stomach. Me and Sadie miss him at home but I'm glad he is at school making friends and now that I'm use to him being gone it's rather nice having a break. I still miss him but let me just say this kid can talk my ear off and its always about animals. So it's a nice break&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here he is on the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2R53TU3aqM/TnqnnmqH2TI/AAAAAAAAAxg/TFTbkwgmsKI/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655016580951038258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2R53TU3aqM/TnqnnmqH2TI/AAAAAAAAAxg/TFTbkwgmsKI/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLma17FxNtA/Tnqnn8LdkZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WmxkQJsYjms/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655016586728018322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLma17FxNtA/Tnqnn8LdkZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WmxkQJsYjms/s400/IMG_1621.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2361633530736579856?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2361633530736579856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2361633530736579856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2361633530736579856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2361633530736579856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2011/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NILV-MRByA/Tnqee8roqII/AAAAAAAAAwY/hICj2tF-fMM/s72-c/IMG_1539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3882599001430166378</id><published>2011-06-01T23:02:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:05:02.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Texas</title><content type='html'>We are in Texas for the summer. It has been a lot different from home but we have already  met so many great people and made some new friends. The kids love that we have a pool where we are staying but miss being able to roam free back home on the farm and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other week we have been going to see Bradley's Uncle and Aunt. They are some of the nicest people and our kids get a long well with their grand kids.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span&gt;This is the whole gang getting ready to have a water balloon fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbK6pGA1JTk/TecQKP4U-xI/AAAAAAAAAus/N6sNYJPOfG8/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbK6pGA1JTk/TecQKP4U-xI/AAAAAAAAAus/N6sNYJPOfG8/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613473228788136722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akd1Sm0nI2U/TecTOCp145I/AAAAAAAAAvc/LH1zkV2xaIk/s1600/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4XamcgENN4/TecSMjw3sjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/qFDcaLso8dA/s1600/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4XamcgENN4/TecSMjw3sjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/qFDcaLso8dA/s400/IMG_1475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613475467508560434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFRczJxxK8/TecQKU7BDuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Dx2PK4Y7NUE/s1600/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFRczJxxK8/TecQKU7BDuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Dx2PK4Y7NUE/s400/IMG_1473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613473230141591266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OREamVt_YPk/TecPj5tmfdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/efYrilenAio/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OREamVt_YPk/TecPj5tmfdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/efYrilenAio/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613472570002537938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OREamVt_YPk/TecPj5tmfdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/efYrilenAio/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;We  also went and saw some animals with them. Both their Grand daughter and Payson LOVE animals!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnZEvbhLPkQ/TecSNYAPWnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qEYEY7gUgeA/s1600/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnZEvbhLPkQ/TecSNYAPWnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qEYEY7gUgeA/s400/IMG_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613475481531669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIQhrGXG6ME/TecTOQT3HZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0-iqLLs0xfc/s1600/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIQhrGXG6ME/TecTOQT3HZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0-iqLLs0xfc/s400/IMG_1515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613476596157980050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akd1Sm0nI2U/TecTOCp145I/AAAAAAAAAvc/LH1zkV2xaIk/s1600/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akd1Sm0nI2U/TecTOCp145I/AAAAAAAAAvc/LH1zkV2xaIk/s400/IMG_1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613476592492077970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-MeAxPhfik/TecTN3aymmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1Flkunrq3go/s1600/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-MeAxPhfik/TecTN3aymmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1Flkunrq3go/s400/IMG_1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613476589476158050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is probably something only a mother should see but I think it's so hillarious. I'm not sure if Bradley taught her how to do this or she just did this on her own but I turned around and BAM this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzYRrQ-EfqQ/TecUvU4kG5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/JIivimZ9CI0/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzYRrQ-EfqQ/TecUvU4kG5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/JIivimZ9CI0/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613478263832976274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of the friends we have made here.  Usually one or the other get's left out but they were all getting along great so I had to snap a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-mGOMFglY/TecUvvSc1UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jhgDrG1y558/s1600/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-mGOMFglY/TecUvvSc1UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jhgDrG1y558/s400/IMG_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613478270920873282" border="0" /&gt;And then of course the pool. We spend lot's of our time here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vucGclcB7HQ/TecWnxPrqlI/AAAAAAAAAwE/-nD6fV0Db1U/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vucGclcB7HQ/TecWnxPrqlI/AAAAAAAAAwE/-nD6fV0Db1U/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613480333030435410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSOzcAUO37o/TecWoEXwKoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/eb6pvOxwsCU/s1600/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSOzcAUO37o/TecWoEXwKoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/eb6pvOxwsCU/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613480338164558466" border="0" /&gt;I'm sure there will be many more pictures to load as the summer continues, but as for now this is what the Reisner family has been up to for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3882599001430166378?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3882599001430166378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3882599001430166378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3882599001430166378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3882599001430166378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2011/06/somewhere-new-for-summer.html' title='Life in Texas'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbK6pGA1JTk/TecQKP4U-xI/AAAAAAAAAus/N6sNYJPOfG8/s72-c/IMG_1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3081260172402069859</id><published>2011-04-30T10:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:26:21.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6382.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it's been way to long. I don't even think I remember all the tricks about blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make it simple today, and hopefully I can get back into the swing of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;For  now  I'll just post some pictures my sister Michelle took  of my kids,  besides Sadie's crazy  hair they turned out way cute. Thanks again  Michelle for taking these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 805px; height: 446px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 822px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 904px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 522px; height: 783px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 764px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6399.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 711px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_6403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3081260172402069859?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3081260172402069859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3081260172402069859' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3081260172402069859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3081260172402069859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-its-been-way-to-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/th_IMG_6367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1123908146931012780</id><published>2010-08-27T09:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:49:52.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of August</title><content type='html'>I'm behind on pictures so these are random pictures of the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Lydia  (My sister, Kyra's little girl) got to spend the night  with us a few  weeks ago and they all got to sleep in the same bed. This  is how we  found them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/Pictures.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1024px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Angel Moroni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson loves to build buildings with his blocks and Lego's. This time he built a temple and told me to come and look at his angel Moroni. This is his impression of angel Moroni on top of the temple. Very original, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 489px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_1134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Galveston:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  got to go to Galveston Texas again this year. Bradley had to take some  re-certification test so me and the kids hung out at the pool all day  and we went to the beach a lot. We love this place! There was hardly  anyone there, we got a nice beach front hotel for super cheap, and we  saw a dolphin this year. We can't wait to go back next year.&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First day of school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mom has to get a picture right? He started his first day of preschool Wednesday. Of course he loves it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/kids/IMG_1166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke Berrys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesterday Payson came in and said that Sadie got into the mulberry's. I didn't think anything of it until I talked to Bradley, he said Mulberry's aren't in season. So I went looking aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d the house and there was this huge weed on the side of our house that had berry's on it.Sadie and Payson told me they ate these berry's, so  I called my dad and he told me they were poke berry's. He said I needed to call poison control.&lt;br /&gt;The lady told me if they ate more than ten that could be a problem. They could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;have severe vomiting and they would need to go to the hospital. It wouldn't take affect for at least 3 hours. So we waited to see if anything would happened. Luckily nothing ever did.&lt;br /&gt;But before I thought they were poisonous i did get some pictures of Miss Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. She sure loves to get dirty. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 680px; height: 532px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/Pictures2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1123908146931012780?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1123908146931012780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1123908146931012780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1123908146931012780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1123908146931012780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-of-august.html' title='The Month of August'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/collages/th_Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2708974649676639689</id><published>2010-07-31T00:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:52:02.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Past Due</title><content type='html'>So It's 12:00 and I can't sleep. I've been thinking about Easton.  And then I got to thinking of all the comment, cards, prayers, and just nice things people did for our family through that time. And I just want to say thank you. I was and am so grateful for all your kind words. It  meant so much to me. It's amazing how little comments can help you get through trying times.&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot saw my sisters blogs and I wasn't going to post pictures of Easton but I just want to post a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;This first one I love because its so  sweet of Bradley and his baby and it also shows exactly how small he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_6591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_6591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_6591.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/pIMG_6572.jpg"&gt;I know this one kind of looks like he is foaming at the forehead but he wasn't. His skin was just really sensitive and bruised so I think that is why it looks like that. But this is another one I love. His hand is so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/pIMG_6564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1023px; height: 682px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/pIMG_6564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/pIMG_6564.jpg"&gt;And this one I love because this is how Payson sleeps. With his mouth open. This week I walked into Payson's room and he looked just like Easton sleeping. It's amazing that even though he was so small he had so many features like a little Reisner.  Usually I can't see that in my kids but with Easton I could.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_6582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1023px; height: 682px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_6582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt;And the last one is where we buried him. That was by far the hardest part. But I think he has one of the best views on the farm. We planted a dogwood tree where he is buried. Supposedly  Christ was crucified on a dogwood . The dogwood use to stand straight and tall and after Christ was crucified it has never stood straight.  Now every year  the dogwood is the first to bloom in the spring around Easter time. Which of course we celebrate Christ during Easter. So now every year Easton's tree will be the first to bloom. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_0687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt;I can't wait until I can hold Easton in my arms again. &lt;/a&gt;I'm so grateful to know he is mine and I know someday I will get to hold him. So until we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2708974649676639689?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2708974649676639689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2708974649676639689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2708974649676639689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2708974649676639689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-past-due.html' title='Long Past Due'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/baby%20Easton/th_IMG_6591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3341283824484732567</id><published>2010-07-10T22:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:11:41.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Wednesday we went cliff jumping.   I had never seen the cliffs but I was not about to jump off a cliff. I thought I would just watch .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got to the cliffs and I saw the highest cliff which was probably about 40 feet and I was like,   oh ya I do wanna  jump off, it doesn't look that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it did take some time for me. But I was convinced that I was going to jump. So I watched some others jump for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9R1rd0vI/AAAAAAAAArU/SLMA5Zql_pE/s1600/IMG_1079%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9R1rd0vI/AAAAAAAAArU/SLMA5Zql_pE/s400/IMG_1079%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488597231489778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9SNBCU0I/AAAAAAAAArc/QY4ubcvXXPM/s1600/IMG_1077%5B2%5D"&gt;Bradley trying to talk me into jumping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9SNBCU0I/AAAAAAAAArc/QY4ubcvXXPM/s1600/IMG_1077%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9SNBCU0I/AAAAAAAAArc/QY4ubcvXXPM/s400/IMG_1077%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488603495977794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9SNBCU0I/AAAAAAAAArc/QY4ubcvXXPM/s1600/IMG_1077%5B2%5D"&gt;Kelsi, Dallin, Orson, and Bradley. Coaxing people to jump. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk-nmt6ikI/AAAAAAAAArk/ug-M2vbdszE/s1600/IMG_1078%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk-nmt6ikI/AAAAAAAAArk/ug-M2vbdszE/s400/IMG_1078%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492490070683978306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk-nmt6ikI/AAAAAAAAArk/ug-M2vbdszE/s1600/IMG_1078%5B2%5D"&gt;And then Kyra went. I thought, oh she made that look so easy. I'm gonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk-nmt6ikI/AAAAAAAAArk/ug-M2vbdszE/s1600/IMG_1078%5B2%5D"&gt; do it!&lt;/a&gt; So I jumped and when I hit the water all I felt was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAIN!&lt;/span&gt; I came up and was trying everything not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk_yUVhZ4I/AAAAAAAAArs/foiHDAA9h34/s1600/IMG_1107%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk_yUVhZ4I/AAAAAAAAArs/foiHDAA9h34/s400/IMG_1107%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492491354240018306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk_yunJfCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/sJWovCopB68/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk_yunJfCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/sJWovCopB68/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492491361293270050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk_y9Xnf5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/PolXURKMzC4/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk_y9Xnf5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/PolXURKMzC4/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492491365254659986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leave it up to me to complicate things.  Everyone jumped with flying colors and then there is me. Apparently I sat. I felt like I was straight legged but everyone else said differently. Now I have bruises on the outside and inside of my legs, a bruised tailbone and maybe even a little bit of a bruised ego. All I can say is Ouch that hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3341283824484732567?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3341283824484732567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3341283824484732567' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3341283824484732567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3341283824484732567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/TDk9R1rd0vI/AAAAAAAAArU/SLMA5Zql_pE/s72-c/IMG_1079%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4284983453061974206</id><published>2010-06-04T21:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:08:32.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Easton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to earth and then passed on,&lt;br /&gt;Midst family’s sorrow  and tears.&lt;br /&gt;But received by family in heaven with joy,&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes  instead of long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why weep? He’s escaped the envy of man,&lt;br /&gt;The  sorrow and evil that’s here.&lt;br /&gt;Too pure, too lovely to live in this  world,&lt;br /&gt;Besought with temptations and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why weep? He’s  yours; a perfect soul.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve every reason for joy.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have  him again in the worlds to come,&lt;br /&gt;Easton will be your boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Lord takes many away, even in infancy, that they may escape the envy of  man, and the sorrows and evils of this present world; they were too  pure, too lovely, to live on earth; therefore, if rightly considered,  instead of mourning we have reason to rejoice as they are delivered from  evil, and we shall soon have them again. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Grandfather for leaving  me this poem. This poem was something Joseph Smith said at a funeral of a little child.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm still mourning my baby boy what a comfort to know he is with our heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;Easton lived for 20 minutes then went back  home to live with his heavenly father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4284983453061974206?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4284983453061974206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4284983453061974206' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4284983453061974206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4284983453061974206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-easton.html' title='Baby Easton'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2293775351741492721</id><published>2010-05-27T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:26:16.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices Choices</title><content type='html'>We got some early news. On Monday my doctor called me and told me she wanted to see me today. I was a little panicked, why would she want to see me so soon?  It could only have been bad news right? So I was preparing myself for the worst. But on the way there I was telling Bradley, I can try to prepare for the worst but until I hear the news I really can't imagine the worst.&lt;br /&gt;We got there they did the normal routine things. Check blood pressure, check the babies heart beat. (which was strong and healthy) Then she told me we got back some preliminary results and she wanted to talk to us right away.&lt;br /&gt;We went in her office and she told us that our sweet baby has Triploidy. What's that? She has a full set of extra chromosomes. Most people have 46, our baby has 69.&lt;br /&gt;Most woman miscarry within the first trimester, which of course I haven't. Bradley said she is just stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the hard part. In most cases of triploidy the baby will eventually end up in a miscarriage. But in some cases the baby will grow to full term and will either be stillborn or live for just a short time after that.  No matter what happens this baby wont live.&lt;br /&gt;So...if that isn't hard enough Dr. Meents also told me now I'm at risk. I can become extremely sick and risk a number of health issues.&lt;br /&gt;She told us that she is  pro life, but in this situation with my risk she suggested to induce my labor early.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of advice from a lot of different family members. All supporting whatever me and Bradley decide.  But we do know if we  keep this pregnancy going I could die and then my kids won't have a mom. People keep reminding me that my kids need me and I need to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning we have prayed and decided we will induce, but  just now I read some story about a couple just letting it go on and she just eventually miscarried.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of questions for both the specialist which we see on Tuesday and for my own doctor.  So I'm glad I don't have to make this decision now. Although I think Bradley is leaning towards inducing me, and most of the time I am too.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a hard decision. I can feel her kick all the time, which makes this decision even harder.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the hardest thing I have gone through. Knowing I will have to deliver this baby and not get to take her home gets me every time. But I know I am so blessed with 2 healthy kids and someday we will get  to raise this baby. Thank you for all your prayers and for those that fasted for us on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley's mom put it the best way. "Our fasting worked, she is here to gain a body and that's all she needed".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2293775351741492721?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2293775351741492721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2293775351741492721' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2293775351741492721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2293775351741492721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/05/choices-choices.html' title='Choices Choices'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4620987803499749212</id><published>2010-05-19T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:58:56.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new and different for us</title><content type='html'>So I don't really even know how to begin this thing or how to explain. So I'll start back on this past Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I was  18 weeks and 3 days along on Monday and we were thinking Bradley was gonna go back on the road and work on some more power plants.  I really wanted to find out before he left what we were going to have, so I talked to my doctor and she made an exception to let us find out what we were going to have that day.&lt;br /&gt;We went in the ultra sound room and found out that we are going to have a little girl. Which was good. We really didn't care what we were having since we have both, boy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways she got done with the ultra sound and said just a second and I'll see if she needs anything else. Dr. Meents (my doctor) then comes in and sits down with us and tells us "the reason I'm in here is we found some problems wrong with you baby."&lt;br /&gt;My heart sunk and I could just feel my face turning red. In simple words  She told us that  some of her organs were growing on the outside of her and there was some fluid on her brain. I broke down crying uncontrollably and thank goodness Bradley was there to comfort me. She told us we needed to go see a specialist in Springfield to tell us more about the problem though. So we went home not knowing exactly what was going on. She did tell us  it could be life threatening or she could have birth defect but we just  wont know until we see someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I went home and got a blessing from my dad and Bradley that afternoon and felt tons better and comforted. And we also had a good Family home evening with my family on special children and how miracles do happen. And we listened to a talk at the last priesthood session by Elder Oaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Wednesday we headed to Springfield hoping for the best. We got there and everyone was so nice to us and we finally got  another ultra sound that took forever. Both me and Bradley were going to sleep. Then the doctor, Dr. Dix came in and looked a little bit at the ultra sound and then we went in her office to talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;So to make another long story short she told us that&lt;br /&gt;1.Our babies intestines were growing outside of her body and would definitely need surgery and&lt;br /&gt;2. That the left side of her brain was bigger than the right.&lt;br /&gt;She gave some medical terms for all of this but she gave us so much info today I can't remember the terms used.&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused and had no idea what she was even telling us so she had to explain it again a second time.&lt;br /&gt;She told us if the baby has an extra chromosome 18 that there is no way we can save this baby. I will carry the baby possibly to full term knowing this baby wont live but maybe 1 day. She asked if this was the case would we want to abort the baby? I told her that is not an option for us.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that even if this baby lived for a second she would gain her body here on earth and that's all she needed.&lt;br /&gt;She told us that they needed to do some testing on me and take fluid from inside the placenta to find out if the baby did have this extra chromosome. If the baby didn't have this extra chromosome we would have to deliver in St. Louis  at a special hospital. Dr. Dix also told us this baby has a 1 in 3 chance of having this extra chromosome because of her enlarged brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is totally something new for our family and I never ever would have thought something like this would happen. It scary and sad and confusing all at the same time. I know if I didn't have the two kids I have this would be so much more challenging. I have come to appreciate them more over these past few days and realize just how special they are.&lt;br /&gt;We find out in two weeks if this baby will live or not so in the mean time all I can do is pray and have faith everything will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'll end on a cute note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bradley took Payson with him to go and weld something and while they were driving Payson asked Bradley if the baby had come out yet? Bradley told him "no not yet, but when the baby does come the baby might not get to come home with us because she is really sick.&lt;br /&gt;The baby might go back home and live with Heavenly Father."&lt;br /&gt;Then Bradley asked, don't you think the baby would like that?&lt;br /&gt;Payson said Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then Bradley said Ya and then Jesus could hold our baby in his arms. Do you think the baby would like that?&lt;br /&gt; Payson said Yeah. and then paused a little moment thinking and asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When is Jesus gonna hold me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bradley just told Payons well hopefully not for a while buddy.&lt;br /&gt; I love that, he is such a sweet little guy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4620987803499749212?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4620987803499749212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4620987803499749212' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4620987803499749212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4620987803499749212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-new-and-different-for-us.html' title='Something new and different for us'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1019241217312337957</id><published>2010-04-10T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:09:48.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0640.jpg"&gt;I'm a week late but I  just got these pictures  back from Michelle that she took last Sunday. I told Michelle I don't  even need to take pictures because Michelle takes so many and she is so  much better than I am. So thanks Michelle for the cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Royce  hid one in the exhaust and it got stuck. They had to turn on the car to blow it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Payson's alligator he got in his Easter basket. He loved it and showed everyone that came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0373-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 641px; height: 427px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/dadbday2010-0373-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Payson was trying to get Liam to smile so he was making funny faces at him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1019241217312337957?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1019241217312337957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1019241217312337957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1019241217312337957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1019241217312337957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1086612752976726472</id><published>2010-04-01T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:56:31.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality like her dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 616px; height: 479px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sadie looking at Gracie through the binoculars. So weird.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0614-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0614-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sadie got into my makeup. I was just waiting for this day to come. It really doesn't look that bad she was so proud of herself though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 320px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sadie wanted to go outside and these were the only shoes she could find. And yes she is wearing boys underwear. She pees in her pants so much we run out of underwear and we resort to Payson's, and also Payson's underwear are the only underwear she knows to get when we tell her to go get some new underwear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has such a  funny and different personality.  She makes me laugh everyday by the  random and weird things she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day we saw some deer out our window. The kids were looking out the window and were pretty excited about the deer. I layed down because I wasn't feeling good and Sadie walks out of the room kind of mischievously. I didn't think anything of it though. Then Bradley came in the room and asked where she was and I just said Oh she is in the front room.&lt;br /&gt;Then Payson yells out "no she is going to pet the deer". We looked out the window and she was walking straight toward the deer determined to pet them. She got super close. Closer than anyone I have ever seen get to deer.  The deer were just staring at her.  Then our dog "Bear" came running up and scared the deer off.  She just stood there for a little bit and looked a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get it on video but got it to late. Whats even  funnier  was it was probably in the 40's that day and she walked out in her underwear and it didn't even faze her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so random and has a mind of her own.&lt;br /&gt;I always said I would die if I ever had a kid like Bradley because I have herd so many crazy stories about him as a child. But I think I got a Bradley junior with  Sadie. Maybe not as bad  but some of the stuff she does is off the top. Even Bradley says she is just like him. Even though she drives me crazy crazy crazy sometimes her quirkiness and randomness is so funny . I love having her around. Life wouldn't be  the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1086612752976726472?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1086612752976726472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1086612752976726472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1086612752976726472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1086612752976726472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/04/personality-like-her-dad.html' title='Personality like her dad'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4127063686768793848</id><published>2010-03-29T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:22:53.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So It has been forever since I have done anything with this blog. I  think I enjoy looking at other peoples blogs more than updating my own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But  yes I'm still alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know most  people already know but those who don't we are adding a 3rd child to the  mix. I'm about 12 weeks along and this pregnancy so far has been unlike  my last two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number one: I  have actually been sick. I spoke to soon and told to many people "no I  don't get sick," boy was I wrong! Just when I think I'm over being sick   it will hit me again. But it use to be every day now it is just like  once or twice a weeks, so hopefully it will continue to get better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number  two: I think I am the laziest person in the world with this pregnancy. I  don't feel like doing a thing. I just lay on the couch all day long and  have no desire to clean cook or even be a  mom.  Thank goodness I have a  husband that is willing to do all that stuff minus the cleaning. I am  getting better though and my kids are starting to get there mom back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson  is really excited to have a new baby. He ask me everyday if the baby  has gotten bigger. I think he will be a great big brother. He loves  babies and loves going to see his cousins Liam who is 2 months old and  Gracie who is like 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;As for Sadie  she likes babies, but I  think she will be a little difficult with the new baby and I think  there will be some jealousy issues. She is definitely a momma's girl and  I think she is old enough to get jealous. Maybe she will prove me wrong  hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;The baby right now is due on October 14 which is Payson's  birthday but they will do an ultrasound this week to know for sure when  my due date is. I really don't want this baby to come on Payson's  birthday. Not like I'm ever on time but yeah the 14th would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;So  that's our latest news.  Nothing big just life changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4127063686768793848?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4127063686768793848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4127063686768793848' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4127063686768793848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4127063686768793848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-news_29.html' title='New news'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6344711067609502725</id><published>2010-01-24T19:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:10:45.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more Silly things Payson says</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today at church they asked Payson if he could say the opening pray in primary. I am his teacher so I leaned over to him and told him "remember we aren't eating so don't say thank you for the food . Maybe you could just say thank you we are at church and help us to be good for a teacher and things like that". Payson asked me "can I say thanks for going on the speed boat" (he got to ride in a friends boat yesterday)? I told him no we probably shouldn't say that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well he gets up there opens the pray say thank you for the speed boat and then closes the prayer. Did he listen to a thing I said?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later at church I was teaching my class and the kids in my class started talking about their grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Payson blurts out "Yeah my grandma hits me and puts me in time out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just ignored it but I thought it was so funny I had to write it down so I wouldn't forget to tell my mom later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom said "I never have hit him, maybe put him in time out but Ive never hit him". I new she hadn't I just thought that was so funny. I don't know where he got that, unless his Grandma Reisner did which I strongly doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430493286404240658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/S1z83ztEtRI/AAAAAAAAArE/jOdH3qNmwe0/s400/IMG_0763%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6344711067609502725?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6344711067609502725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6344711067609502725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6344711067609502725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6344711067609502725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-more-silly-things-payson-says.html' title='Some more Silly things Payson says'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/S1z83ztEtRI/AAAAAAAAArE/jOdH3qNmwe0/s72-c/IMG_0763%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6213800534070095819</id><published>2010-01-04T17:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:53:28.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister Michelle has taken some really cute pictures of our family over the past month. There were so many cute ones it was hard to choose my favorites so instead I decided to post a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091207-IMG_3701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091219-IMG_5739-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0827-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091207-IMG_3647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091207-IMG_3708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091207-IMG_3708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little crack never hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091207-IMG_3731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091207-IMG_3731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to take family pictures and the kids would not be good unless they had the stupid cats. This is the best we got. darn cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/20091219-IMG_5718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1022px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 681px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/IMG_0925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6213800534070095819?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6213800534070095819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6213800534070095819' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6213800534070095819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6213800534070095819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sister-michelle-has-taken-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-8545107880945951111</id><published>2009-11-11T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:29:00.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the temple</title><content type='html'>Payson: Mom I really want to go to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well when you get bigger you can go to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson:but I really want to go. Did you go without me to the temple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah me and daddy went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson: why did you go without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well when you get bigger you can go too with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson: When I get bigger like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: When you are twelve you can go to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson: Can I be twelve today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No not today, when you get as old as uncle Royce you can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson: Ok (in a bummed out voice)&lt;br /&gt;This has been mine and Paysons conversation for the past month EVERY DAY never fail. Sometimes twice a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-8545107880945951111?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/8545107880945951111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=8545107880945951111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/8545107880945951111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/8545107880945951111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I love to see the temple'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6483936018465341654</id><published>2009-11-09T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:51:03.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Saint</title><content type='html'>Every month in our ward a newsletter comes out with uplifting inspiring stories, and what's going on in the ward and my favorite the mystery saint. I didn't get to go to church last week when the news letter came out due to Sadie being sick, so when Bradley brought the newsletter home and dropped it in front of me I asked did you guess who the mystery saint was? He said "ya I think I got it." Anyways I started reading the first clue was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. He was born in Amhurst New York during the early 80's but grew up in a state that has two nicknames: The "Copper State" the other nickname celebrates its most famous natural feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then looked at Bradley and said, "for a second I thought it was you". Then I read on to number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; He was born in the month we celebrate Thanksgiving and he says that once in a while they celebrate his birthday on Thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and go, It is you! He just laughed. Anyways I wanted to keep this but didn't want to keep the paper I decided I would blog it so I can always keep it.&lt;br /&gt;The lady that does the newsletter thanked Bradley 4 times and said she had so much fun doing this one this month. ok this is so long but It is more for me to just keep and look back on .&lt;br /&gt;Starting now with clue number 3 (word for word how she wrote it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. He has five sibling and said, "I was the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. The first car he drove was a 78 Dodge Ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. Favorite games played in his childhood. "bump in the dark, we turn off the lights in my room and try to find some one and wrestle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. Favorite thing to do in the summer when he was growing up" He loved going barefoot. His mom begged him all the time to wear shoes. When he got ready to leave the house, he would hide his shoes and when he returned he would put them back on. He even went barefoot in the winter time. He always took random walks, sometimes up to ten miles a day just to see what people were doing and then move on . He still goes barefoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;.Favorite childhood memory: He and his brother loved playing football, his mom always told them they had to have helmets before playing football. They got this wise idea and put their underwear over their heads for a helmet. As long as they had their underwear over their heads, they had "helmets". Whe his mom complained, his dad said, "Well they do have helmets!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. He collected snakes when he was growing up. He had a pet Western Diamond Back Rattle snake and a Bull snake he got from the wild, but he also bought snakes from the pet stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;.He was first team all region and city three years and first team all state two in high school football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;. He attended Eastern Arizona College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;. He joined the Church in February 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;. He has lived in Buffalo and Liverpool New York, Scottsdale Arizona, and Wakuasha, Greenbay, Janesville, Racine, West Allis, and Oshkosh Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt;. When asked what his favorite food was he said: "meat (in time of need))!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; When asked if he could change the world he said, " I would plant Saguaros in Missouri! (She had to look Saguaro up on the internet to find out what it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt;. He has two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; He served a mission in the "Badger State"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; He met his wife at a dinner while he was attending college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;. What attracted him to her? "She kept feeding me oh and her eyes, hair, and strong religious backround!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;. His favorite holiday is Oktoberfest. They celebrate this holiday in Germany, it goes back to his German ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt;.He loves hiking and hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; When asked about his talents, he responded, "My brother took them all." (she put, he has a winning personality, that is a talent or maybe its a gift!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;. What he has learned most from being a parents so far, "Smile until it hurts and then go to bed and repeat daily".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;. He says he has no pet peeves because "It takes a real jerk to get me mad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; Beieve it or not his greatest phobia is the dog (its really more of a caution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; Something people would be surprised to know about him? "For a fat kid I am fast"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt;. Favorite scripture? Why is it your favorite? 2 Nephi 32:3 just a good reminder to feed my soul. "Angels speak by the power of the Holy Ghost; Wherefore, they speak the words of Christ. Wherefore, I said unto you, feast upon the words of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all things that ye should do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; The thing that makes him most happiest is cooking for people. and the things that makes him the saddest is seeing people alone with no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt; The jobs he has held: cook, lawn boy, server, valet driver, home repairs and welder. "I love Valet driving because I drove some nice nice cars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29&lt;/strong&gt;. He has lived in Bolivar ward for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.&lt;/strong&gt; Best adive he received was from his dad, "The less you hear the more you have to fear!" For example bullies always talk a lot and threaten, but inderneat, they really don't want to fight, This quote has stayed with him all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31&lt;/strong&gt;.When asked to tell aobut a time in his life when he was overjoyed, he said "Winning state championship in football my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt;. When asked to finsh this staement: Life is wonderful because he said Life is wonderful because ... I have a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.&lt;/strong&gt; He hates dogs and loves cats. It's just something about their personality. If you just leave them alone they jump up in your lap and beg for your attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats bootsie boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6483936018465341654?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6483936018465341654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6483936018465341654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6483936018465341654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6483936018465341654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/11/mystery-saint.html' title='Mystery Saint'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4518149889056838308</id><published>2009-10-27T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:52:17.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewy Gewy</title><content type='html'>What's one more mess from Sadie? This is what she does best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my sister the other day and I was telling her Sadie will go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; house and literally scan the room and look for something to get into. This time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bag Balm&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/oweygoey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/sadiesue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bradley doesn't like this picture of her because he says it looks just like him when he was a baby. I think it cute minus the bag balm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed her hair 5 times with shampoo and 2 times with dish soup in a 3 day period and it still looked greasy. What finally did the trick was chlorine in my parents hot tub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4518149889056838308?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4518149889056838308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4518149889056838308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4518149889056838308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4518149889056838308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/10/ewy-gewy.html' title='Ewy Gewy'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6928797454661061881</id><published>2009-10-24T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:40:32.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapy happy birthday</title><content type='html'>About a week late, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; had his 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I can't believe I have a 4 year old. Time flies by so fast. Me and Bradley are so lucky we have this sweet little guy in our  life. He is&lt;strong&gt; SO&lt;/strong&gt; full of life and crazy, and there is never a dull moment when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; is around. I love this guy so much!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SuPG8foo3dI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3s7CvXn67Xk/s1600-h/5961768475%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396375521106386386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SuPG8foo3dI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3s7CvXn67Xk/s400/5961768475%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6928797454661061881?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6928797454661061881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6928797454661061881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6928797454661061881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6928797454661061881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/10/hapy-happy-birthday.html' title='Hapy happy birthday'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SuPG8foo3dI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3s7CvXn67Xk/s72-c/5961768475%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1564184861477225704</id><published>2009-10-21T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:18:58.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love for horses</title><content type='html'>Every chance Sadie can get she tries to sneak out into the field to pet the horses. I have caught her 3 times now. I really have to watch her. When I find her by the horses, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roany&lt;/span&gt; (one of the horses) just stands there and lets her pet him. This is very unusual because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roany&lt;/span&gt; is very uneasy around me and won't let me go near him. Bradley has been bucked off of this horse almost every time he has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridden&lt;/span&gt; him too. But when I find Sadie with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roany&lt;/span&gt; he seems so relaxed and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Sadie finally got to ride this horse she loves so much. The guys saddled up the horse and she loved it! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; found her out there since. I guess she got her fix. And maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roany&lt;/span&gt; just knows there is something special about kids. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/St-23cmmbqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aSI0wwp4fQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395231942300298914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/St-23cmmbqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aSI0wwp4fQQ/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395237498285002594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/St-762QlD2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/_lm6P19eHe8/s400/IMG_0368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395236358656464466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/St-64gz9llI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ny_J1A--M_w/s400/IMG_0374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1564184861477225704?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1564184861477225704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1564184861477225704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1564184861477225704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1564184861477225704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-for-horses.html' title='love for horses'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/St-23cmmbqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aSI0wwp4fQQ/s72-c/IMG_0364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-275993283155883159</id><published>2009-09-27T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:18:01.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Walnut Festival</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was the Black Walnut Festival. This is a big festival in Southwest Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister was nominated from her school to be Miss Stockton to represent her school in the festival. I was so proud of her and she looked so pretty! I look at her sometimes and still think of her as a little girl, but she has grown up so fast and is such an example to me even though she is my little sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynnae in the parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344915971231378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SsAkKboyTpI/AAAAAAAAApY/4OkswrqwGMs/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were about 8 or so bands from different schools in the parade and every time they would go by Payson would plug his ears.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386352006074801554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SsAqnIVNHZI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZP_U8bsAq5o/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks so sweet in this picture, but don't let her fool you, just kidding she is my sweet girl but she can be a little mischievous when she wants to too. Notice the marks on her arm, I can't keep markers away from her. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386355319804699970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SsAtoA7-pUI/AAAAAAAAApo/tbjZkUaENEc/s400/IMG_0531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night was the pageant for Lynnae. Some of these pictures are a little blurry. My camera wasn't working right with the stage lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first picture is Lynnae right after they announced the winner. She was so mad as you can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 405px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/DSC00040.jpg" /&gt; Ha ha just kidding, Lynnae won!! Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lynnae and 1st and 2nd runners-up. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386606049182222354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SsERqYp6CBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DORKTrqcOlw/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 574px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh275/hemi74jyd/DSC00042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-275993283155883159?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/275993283155883159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=275993283155883159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/275993283155883159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/275993283155883159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-walnut-festival.html' title='Black Walnut Festival'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SsAkKboyTpI/AAAAAAAAApY/4OkswrqwGMs/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1890600162311968774</id><published>2009-09-24T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:35:56.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Payson and Sadie?</title><content type='html'>One frequent thing the kids do around our house is play hide-and-go-seek with there daddy. They usually hide in the same spot Bradley hid before. Sure enough, that's where we found em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385180708050285202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SrwBUnKfspI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bV_bhNO4PFE/s400/where+are+they.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Payson right after Bradley found them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I got this picture. That doesn't happen very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385179962938702274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SrwApPaDOcI/AAAAAAAAApI/8oWfbKq216E/s400/you+found+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Srv_A7Rnq3I/AAAAAAAAApA/D9xdkWE1Dr4/s1600-h/where+are+they.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1890600162311968774?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1890600162311968774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1890600162311968774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1890600162311968774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1890600162311968774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/09/wheres-payson-and-sadie.html' title='Where&apos;s Payson and Sadie?'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SrwBUnKfspI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bV_bhNO4PFE/s72-c/where+are+they.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4575726781402942668</id><published>2009-08-27T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:18:34.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the places we go</title><content type='html'>Our family has been a few places in the past month I just haven't blogged about any of it until now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first trip was to the zoo on the Fourth of July. It seems like it was so long ago but there is a funny story I want to write about until I forget about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever want to see turtles mating go to the zoo on the fourth of July! We have been to the zoo on the 4Th for the past 2 years. Last year the St. Louis zoo and this year the Springfield zoo. Both times the turtles were mating. They mate all day long and make this awful sound while mating. This year Payson remembers things a little better than last. So about 2 weeks later he was asking about different animals and what kind of sounds they make. He got to the turtle and asked "what sound does the turtle make mom"? I said "um I don't think turtles make any sounds". He then corrected me and said "yes they do mom, they go mm mm mm". Needless to say my boy now thinks turtles make that awful mating sound all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374845236909303698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SpdJRAyt55I/AAAAAAAAAnI/k1h-hJlOK18/s400/the+zoo_Page_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadie was scared of the statue of the crocodile. If you listen closely you can hear the turtles in the back round doing there thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1767785cb64accfa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1767785cb64accfa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293652%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4085FF483F88BACC3339E08A29806E227748C6C4.7C91FC38555B0F81911CA844F9EBF28ED526FEDC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1767785cb64accfa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkKXyuceLhBxhq6qMzZ0cqImAdSg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1767785cb64accfa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293652%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4085FF483F88BACC3339E08A29806E227748C6C4.7C91FC38555B0F81911CA844F9EBF28ED526FEDC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1767785cb64accfa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkKXyuceLhBxhq6qMzZ0cqImAdSg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the kids got to go to Arizona with my parents sometime around the 24Th of July. We were there for almost 2 weeks and I didn't get one picture, but my sister got a few that I am stealing from her. We had fun in Az and got to see a lot of family we don't get to see very often.&lt;/p&gt;Me, Adriane, and Lindsey at the 24Th of July parade in St. Johns &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048834826744594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SpgCb-I5sxI/AAAAAAAAAoo/awRNze-WS9o/s320/5576_248540415400_517560400_7815982_6219453_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; Everyone waiting for the parade &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375049261352092658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SpgC0zEeA_I/AAAAAAAAAow/4jFzzqtkBr4/s320/5576_248540430400_517560400_7815984_5911329_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;Preston Payson and Sadie fought the entire time. Shannon caught them all being so good and sitting together and had to take a picture because this is SO rare.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375050161224953906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SpgDpLW4MDI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-WjKfYxr1OI/s320/5576_248540450400_517560400_7815987_384392_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our most recent trip was to Galveston Texas. We just got back Wednesday. It was such a short trip but we had a lot of fun. Bradley had to go there to take a test for his work and we decided to tag along. Highlights of the short trip was going to my cousins Brooke's house and seeing her family, the boardwalk, and the beach. The beach was so much fun. We didn't get to stay long but the water was so perfect and there was hardly anyone there. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877687165839266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spdmx3axZ6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/U8kVqik5LJQ/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf8BaN0u3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/EsfP8XP8UlY/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf3zU9rR-I/AAAAAAAAAng/L1TXcvgzmU4/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 406px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037141462763490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf3zU9rR-I/AAAAAAAAAng/L1TXcvgzmU4/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf_cUjFivI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Vil7B3rKrsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045542307269362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf_cUjFivI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Vil7B3rKrsQ/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf9wo--9lI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hJ95jpgsfVY/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043692367115858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf9wo--9lI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hJ95jpgsfVY/s200/IMG_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf7N73P7oI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WKRo7hzvHJA/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375040897116270210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf7N73P7oI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WKRo7hzvHJA/s200/IMG_0420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf5rapw2MI/AAAAAAAAAno/G0ZpCE2wS4I/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039204574156994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf5rapw2MI/AAAAAAAAAno/G0ZpCE2wS4I/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375042804094125938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Spf8876Mx3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/FEkgf5EZNYI/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4575726781402942668?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1767785cb64accfa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4575726781402942668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4575726781402942668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4575726781402942668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4575726781402942668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-places-we-go.html' title='Oh the places we go'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SpdJRAyt55I/AAAAAAAAAnI/k1h-hJlOK18/s72-c/the+zoo_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-5240456182919475561</id><published>2009-08-20T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:50:12.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haban family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/So7QSi6_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/y0lMq1oBq_k/s1600-h/June008+014%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460422530033522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/So7QSi6_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/y0lMq1oBq_k/s400/June008+014%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't already know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kameron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haban&lt;/span&gt; lost his battle with Lupus 2 days ago. He has touched the lives of so many with his huge smile and genuine kindness, and will be missed by so many! Jami has also touched many with her amazing courage and faith throughout their ordeal. Whether you know them or not, please keep Jami and 2 1/2 year old son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kason&lt;/span&gt; in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet family is in need of emotional, spiritual and physical support. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kameron&lt;/span&gt; spent more than the last month of his life in the ICU. We are all blessed with an opportunity to help. Yesterday a bank account was opened for them. Anyone can go to any Bank of America and make a donation to the account under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JamiLynn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haban&lt;/span&gt; for the benefit of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kameron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haban&lt;/span&gt;. You can also make an online donation at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paypal&lt;/span&gt;.com by sending it to habanfundraiser@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jami did an amazing job of updating everyone on her blog kamandjami.blogspot.com if you would like to read more about their experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us lend support to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haban&lt;/span&gt; family during this time! Feel free to help spread the word of how to make a donation to those who you know will want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372459416646534786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/So7PX_trRoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/6bXnAqQ6Pcc/s400/June008+209%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;(originally&lt;/span&gt; taken from Lindsey Stokes blog. I couldn't have written it better than she did.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-5240456182919475561?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/5240456182919475561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=5240456182919475561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/5240456182919475561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/5240456182919475561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-those-who-dont-already-know-kameron.html' title='Haban family'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/So7QSi6_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/y0lMq1oBq_k/s72-c/June008+014%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1554224897606985883</id><published>2009-07-03T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:53:17.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryin something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I decided to dye Sadie's hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. It just needed a change for the summer. It turned out more yellowish though so I'm kind of bummed about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7Pi62HO2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/qkVKjzYJ-BQ/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354445205808823138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7Pi62HO2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/qkVKjzYJ-BQ/s400/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7PJkq5E3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BUtGIXgCzXI/s1600-h/IMG_0336%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354444770359448434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7PJkq5E3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BUtGIXgCzXI/s400/IMG_0336%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright NOT REALLY! But it does look like it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; and her came in the house from playing outside for a while covered in saw dust. Bradley dusted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; off before I could get any pictures of him. He was not as bad as little miss Sadie though. When she came in we were laughing so hard. She was covered with saw dust, and better yet her hair looked liked a horrible hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7Od9qJRiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2mYncqpcwFY/s1600-h/IMG_0336%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7OePeewlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/S0pC_8FfH6I/s1600-h/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1554224897606985883?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1554224897606985883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1554224897606985883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1554224897606985883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1554224897606985883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/07/tryin-something-new.html' title='Tryin something new'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sk7Pi62HO2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/qkVKjzYJ-BQ/s72-c/IMG_0337-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3805185279066210676</id><published>2009-06-27T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:59:05.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I have blogged. I have just got in this mood where I would look at my blog and think this doesn't even seem appealing to blog. But I finally talked myself into blogging again. This one is a long post filled with a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets see a lot has happened this past month. So first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Rushmore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; We decided to make a trip to Idaho again but instead of taking interstate 80 we decided to go up north and take the 90 to see mount Rushmore. Bradley's dad flew out to K.C. the night before we left so he could make that long trip with us. So here is a bunch of pictures of our trip to mount Rushmore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids racing to get there. Well actually they were just excited to get out of the car.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352170733147958786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Ska67L6GrgI/AAAAAAAAAio/P-_5WcFIrnY/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352173632472771906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Ska9j8vAbUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mDmfAEwx4e8/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352173625034777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Ska9jhBpoeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p9R9zjbxPpM/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352175432214271522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Ska_MtS0ViI/AAAAAAAAAjA/I0L7lo1PJa8/s400/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next destination: Yellowstone (which I had never been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were planning on staying the night near mount Rushmore but Bradley and his dad had an idea to just keep driving through out the night and we could be at the gate of Yellowstone in the morning. So that's exactly what they did, they drove and me and the kids slept in the back. Which was kind of nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We got there at 7 am and didn't even have to pay. I'm guessing because we got there so early? Within the first 20 minutes into Yellowstone we saw a grizzly bear. I didn't get a picture though, because I was in the front and the camera was in the back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyways here are some pictures of our adventures at Yellowstone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352178674453630978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbCJbk60AI/AAAAAAAAAjI/W6NOlihQQ54/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley was trying to get as close to the buffalo as he could. After a while the buffalo started snorting so we decided to leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352180873404949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbEJbTxJRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/l_hXOh5w2dI/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352180878322570786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbEJtoOFiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3VGeUA6ReyA/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352183841028152914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbG2KkRnlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_m2s6i-stBk/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352183836809779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbG162iWAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/PqgvhYYCK9g/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185989382805826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbIzNz8GUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dgikwc1r1P0/s400/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Waiting for old faithful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352188666314063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbLPCKFfPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Wk_cI0DD4ZA/s400/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and there she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352188671940535890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbLPXHiplI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YRB5t5LLgrA/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadie's Birthday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally got to Idaho and the next day (Sunday the 14Th) was Sadie's 2ND birthday. We celebrated it with Bradley's family and had a BBQ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a few things about Sadie that I want to remember before I post pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves ears! This is Sadie's happy place. Whoevers lap she is sitting on, she will find their ears. She will sometimes roll her eyes back in her head while she is playing with my ears. I know so weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She is so cuddly. She loves giving hugs and kisses and if I would let her she would cuddle with me all day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*talks more and more everyday. If I ask her to say something she tries to say it usually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She has a bit of a temper. If me, Bradley, or Payson makes her mad she will try to either squeeze whatever she can get a hold of on our body, pinch, or has been known to bite before. She can also take Payson down if she is really mad.&lt;/p&gt;*Has some pretty interesting faces. I never new a little girl at age 2 could roll her eyes at you, give a stuck up look and put her head in the air, give the meanest look ever, and also give the sweetest smile too. She has many more faces I can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Loves to read&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Loves nursery. From the first day she went she was hooked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Loves to eat dirt. I can't keep this stuff out of her mouth. When we camped in Idaho she would go to someones car/truck and start licking the dirt off the the vehicle. We have tried everything and can't keep dirt out of her mouth. Hopefully she will just grown out of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Loves animals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know there is so much more but those are just a few things I can think of. She is the funnest little girl and makes me laugh everyday. We are so glad we have her! We love this crazy little girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352195061709903938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbRDS3RmEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KLwyfZz0Asc/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She was spitting on the cake instead of blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352195067356750690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbRDn5lo2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/bXN0YJOWeBU/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352195071084678082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbRD1yZS8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/azWbs8ERr9w/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting Grandma Ruth: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Bradley's Grandma. She just had her 90Th birthday&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199816768641538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbVYE1n2gI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZetOiyLFOQE/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camping:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last few days we were in Idaho we went camping with all the family. It was pretty fun, just really cold. The only pictures that I got where of the kids finding tadpoles. But we did a lot more than just that. Every night Mike (Bradley's brother) would take us out in his truck and look for moose/elk/deer or whatever. Every night we went we saw moose. It was pretty cool, especially since this was my first time seeing moose. We also went hiking and just say around the campfire relaxing. So all in all it was a pretty fun trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There they are looking for the tadpoles. The water was so cold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352204230593016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbZY_nW9BI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3RbHE8Y9br4/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sadie warn out after looking for the tadpoles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352204239220737858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SkbZZfwXh0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/mfwv2odLrwI/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm up to date. Sorry for such a long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3805185279066210676?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3805185279066210676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3805185279066210676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3805185279066210676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3805185279066210676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Ska67L6GrgI/AAAAAAAAAio/P-_5WcFIrnY/s72-c/IMG_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1532282535129624329</id><published>2009-05-27T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:40:21.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding time</title><content type='html'>I came in the room to find my little kids watching a movie and cuddling, and no it wasn't cold. Usually they are complaining because one took the blanket or someone kicked the other one but not this time. It's time's like these that makes being a mom worth it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sh3rN2d2O-I/AAAAAAAAAic/MnIFvvLJJxs/s1600-h/IMG_0183-1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sh3rN2d2O-I/AAAAAAAAAic/MnIFvvLJJxs/s400/IMG_0183-1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340683356322806754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sh3rN85D_tI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-k70EWp_1-s/s1600-h/IMG_0185%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sh3rN85D_tI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-k70EWp_1-s/s400/IMG_0185%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340683358047567570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1532282535129624329?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1532282535129624329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1532282535129624329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1532282535129624329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1532282535129624329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonding-time.html' title='Bonding time'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sh3rN2d2O-I/AAAAAAAAAic/MnIFvvLJJxs/s72-c/IMG_0183-1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1585179543959257715</id><published>2009-05-13T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:42:29.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cure for sickness</title><content type='html'>Payson wasn't feeling good last night and woke up this morning still running a fever and complaining his throat hurt. He was so sick and then I mentioned to him that he was my "sick boy" and he said "No I'm not sick I feel good"  all morning he insisted he wasn't sick even though he still had a fever and he wanted to lay down a lot. After a while he wanted to go play outside and he seemed to be a little better so I decided I would let him. We went to go get him dressed and we went in his room and all the sudden he started crying and grabbing his foot. I looked on the floor and there was a wasp on the floor that had stung the side of his foot. He cried for about 5 minutes and then he stopped and looked up at me and said "Mom I'm not sick anymore the wasp made me feel all better". So that was the cure. Now Sadie is sick, maybe I should go and find another wasp to cure her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1585179543959257715?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1585179543959257715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1585179543959257715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1585179543959257715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1585179543959257715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-payson.html' title='The cure for sickness'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6415783599938445683</id><published>2009-04-28T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:28:02.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nae-ners Prom</title><content type='html'>Alright so my sister Lynnae went to prom last Saturday and I thought I would show some pictures for those of you who know her and of course show off my beautiful sister!&lt;br /&gt; Sadie was so excited when Lynnae's date got there. No clue why, but she was hugging his leg  and was showing off it was so funny. Poor guy had no idea how to act and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways Lynnae didn't know how to put on his bootaner and my mom wasn't there so she turned to me and I had no idea how to do it, my mom always put on my dates. But we had someone who saved the day! My grand husband. So Bradley ended up putting on this kids bootaner. Me and Lynnae were laughing so hard. So not only was my daughter attacking this kid my husband had an awkward situation with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sfdm4_B8PBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3b649mU9jyU/s1600-h/000_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sfdm4_B8PBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3b649mU9jyU/s400/000_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329841813194554386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdpvKb-zDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UwBXPDRDQwE/s1600-h/000_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdpvKb-zDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UwBXPDRDQwE/s400/000_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844942992755762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they do the pre-prom thing at Lynnae's school. Everyone that is going to prom goes to the gym, or outside if it is a nice day before they are off to the dance. And then the parents or whoever wants to go come and we all get to see all the dresses. It's pretty cool. I wish they would of done that at my school.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures are just of Lynnae with her friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdrVfvtsBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d1Rnc8fTRME/s1600-h/000_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdrVfvtsBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d1Rnc8fTRME/s400/000_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329846701059321874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdrVOzp1WI/AAAAAAAAAhs/djz9t9HOamk/s1600-h/000_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdrVOzp1WI/AAAAAAAAAhs/djz9t9HOamk/s400/000_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329846696512443746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdrUyCkB6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o_ukhwFkP1Q/s1600-h/000_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SfdrUyCkB6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o_ukhwFkP1Q/s400/000_0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329846688790349730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6415783599938445683?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6415783599938445683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6415783599938445683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6415783599938445683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6415783599938445683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/04/naeners-prom.html' title='Nae-ners Prom'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sfdm4_B8PBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3b649mU9jyU/s72-c/000_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-111010513400189217</id><published>2009-04-15T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:47:36.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Sadie's hair every morning she wake's up or after she takes a nap, never fail. A lot of times this is just her hair no matter what I do. She has very unmanageable hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SeZTCPExVnI/AAAAAAAAAhE/R_sJmdsWs7A/s1600-h/messy_hair_Page_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SeZTCPExVnI/AAAAAAAAAhE/R_sJmdsWs7A/s400/messy_hair_Page_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325034907283576434&lt;br /&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a very good easter. Not many pictures but we had my sister Michelle and her husband Chad come out and Kyra and Brigham also got to be here. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone was woken up Easter morning to this cute little  bunny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SeZVqck_IXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1iwj_MXn6zo/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SeZVqck_IXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1iwj_MXn6zo/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037797126381938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-111010513400189217?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/111010513400189217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=111010513400189217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/111010513400189217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/111010513400189217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-sadies-hair-every-morning-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SeZTCPExVnI/AAAAAAAAAhE/R_sJmdsWs7A/s72-c/messy_hair_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4068394557911267616</id><published>2009-03-10T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:30:55.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bloody mess!</title><content type='html'>My poor boy was helping pick up wood and he was trying to throw a piece of wood over a barbwire fence (it didn't make it) and it came back and hit him in the face. Poor boy I felt so bad but after a warm bath he was up and running again, and he keeps asking me to look at his bloody pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba_Os6p5II/AAAAAAAAAg8/1AsAg-gQbSQ/s1600-h/IMGA0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba_Os6p5II/AAAAAAAAAg8/1AsAg-gQbSQ/s400/IMGA0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311643069826327682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba9fF_Dc2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/7mcIDwQoJAU/s1600-h/IMGA0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba9fF_Dc2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/7mcIDwQoJAU/s400/IMGA0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641152410317666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba9e9Q4nqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/T_zp71YNGsQ/s1600-h/IMGA0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba9e9Q4nqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/T_zp71YNGsQ/s400/IMGA0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641150069186210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note we have a new addition to our family. Oliver the cat.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute! He goes all around the house meowing and licking us and of course eating just like a cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba-TYWa3JI/AAAAAAAAAg0/x2bzr_bCEPc/s1600-h/IMGA0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba-TYWa3JI/AAAAAAAAAg0/x2bzr_bCEPc/s400/IMGA0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311642050693356690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba-S0iVA6I/AAAAAAAAAgs/DryLsysU3Kc/s1600-h/IMGA0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba-S0iVA6I/AAAAAAAAAgs/DryLsysU3Kc/s400/IMGA0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311642041079628706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba-S9FbsFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-5MVS_Nm2pg/s1600-h/IMGA0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba-S9FbsFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-5MVS_Nm2pg/s400/IMGA0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311642043374350418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4068394557911267616?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4068394557911267616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4068394557911267616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4068394557911267616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4068394557911267616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-bloody-mess.html' title='What a bloody mess!'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/Sba_Os6p5II/AAAAAAAAAg8/1AsAg-gQbSQ/s72-c/IMGA0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2484629311916795448</id><published>2009-03-06T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:09:01.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mess</title><content type='html'>Leave it up to a guy to watch my kids, and this is what happens. Well not exactly but sort of. Bradley was outside so we let the kids go out and play while he was out there. I just assumed he would keep an eye on them. But next thing I know Bradley called me outside and said "Sheena come and look at this." 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(not sure if that is even how you spell his last name) Michelle looked gorgeous. It was such a pretty wedding and it was so fun to see all kinds of family that we don't usually get to see. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadRTuNlLYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5WN0V7Kxe90/s1600-h/Sheena%27s+pic+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadRTuNlLYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5WN0V7Kxe90/s400/Sheena%27s+pic+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307300085143776642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadRTkISP4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/8dKh0ugIR3g/s1600-h/michelles+and+chad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadRTkISP4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/8dKh0ugIR3g/s400/michelles+and+chad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307300082437209986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadWVDft-wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SP5hcjQRQ70/s1600-h/wed+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadWVDft-wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SP5hcjQRQ70/s400/wed+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307305605595003650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night after the wedding, my Aunt's and Uncle's (on my dad's side) have a tradition of all getting together and having a surprise party for whichever sibling is turning 50. Well this year is my dad, plus my mom since their birthdays are only a week apart. &lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love their surprise faces!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadXXsATA_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/y7spXQujQAc/s1600-h/wed+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadXXsATA_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/y7spXQujQAc/s400/wed+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307306750340432882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadXXnMvNgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/MKV_ElvSKYw/s1600-h/wed+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadXXnMvNgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/MKV_ElvSKYw/s400/wed+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307306749050435074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go and see Bradley's family in Idaho for a couple of days. And at the time I didn't even think about taking any pictures and I am regretting it now. But I did get some of Grandpa Reisner and Payson. Payson loves his Grandpa Reisner. It was fun watching Payson and his Grandpa play together, not just in the snow but the whole time we were there. Next time though I will hopefully remember to get more pictures of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadZOFfU1hI/AAAAAAAAAf0/PqaNMPK7UR4/s1600-h/Sheena%27s+pic+049.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadZOFfU1hI/AAAAAAAAAf0/PqaNMPK7UR4/s320/Sheena%27s+pic+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308784406025746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little stinker trying to hit me with a snowball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadZOKp1yMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Z8d1KtOq-oQ/s1600-h/Sheena%27s+pic+046.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadZOKp1yMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Z8d1KtOq-oQ/s320/Sheena%27s+pic+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308785792305346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadZOAz778I/AAAAAAAAAfk/mTPucw-Jytg/s1600-h/Sheena%27s+pic+043.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadZOAz778I/AAAAAAAAAfk/mTPucw-Jytg/s320/Sheena%27s+pic+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308783150297026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-694174663172534855?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/694174663172534855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=694174663172534855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/694174663172534855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/694174663172534855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-trip-to-idahoutah.html' title='Our trip to Idaho/Utah'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SadRTuNlLYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5WN0V7Kxe90/s72-c/Sheena%27s+pic+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1074034662749919547</id><published>2009-01-08T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:27:05.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December all summed up</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been over a month since I have posted anything. It doesn't even seem like it has been a week. This past December everything was just such a blur, so I guess it's a good thing I have taken some pictures to remind me what has been going on with us. &lt;br /&gt;First we weren't to sure if Bradley was going to get to be with us for Christmas due to his work schedule, but thankfully he did get to spend it with us. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was a lot funner this year because Payson was a little more mature and new what was going on a little more. We spent Christmas with my family this year and almost everyone was home except Kyra.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a family tradition at my parents home to go Christmas caroling to all the neighbors every year and I wish I new how to get videos off my camera but I can't figure it out so here is a picture. It's not the most flattering picture of the family though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaBkt4LhWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/On3XFyU4U-Q/s1600-h/IMGA0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaBkt4LhWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/On3XFyU4U-Q/s400/IMGA0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057280183731554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson and Sadie got to many big toys this year and they take up their whole room, but it was so fun seeing them open their gifts. It's funny because now that I'm a mom I could care less to get anything, I just enjoy watching my kids open their presents.&lt;br /&gt;This is Payson crying right before he saw his presents and then he saw what Santa brought him and the crying stopped immediately&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaDO6M34HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/w8UcDi7xgv4/s1600-h/IMGA0030.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaDO6M34HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/w8UcDi7xgv4/s320/IMGA0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289059104557883506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaDOrrMzyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CQs5KtkTy5w/s1600-h/IMGA0027.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaDOrrMzyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CQs5KtkTy5w/s320/IMGA0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289059100658552610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insane husband went and shot some geese (I think) that were in the pond by our house. Well he shot two but one landed in the pond which was half frozen, but Bradley decide to go in after it. I think it was 22 degrees that day but the wind was blowing like crazy so it made it that much colder. The pictures are a little blurry but you can see the ice on the left hand side of the pond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaFQ3t7GiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8CuZu0k0gR4/s1600-h/IMGA0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaFQ3t7GiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8CuZu0k0gR4/s400/IMGA0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061337274194466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaFQmXmADI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wzu4IDMFxII/s1600-h/IMGA0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaFQmXmADI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wzu4IDMFxII/s400/IMGA0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061332617134130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Sadie thinks it is so funny to come up to me or Bradley and sprawl her body across us. This picture is not so bad, but usually she sits on our heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaF1M5LG9I/AAAAAAAAAec/5lX9sOsvCQw/s1600-h/IMGA0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaF1M5LG9I/AAAAAAAAAec/5lX9sOsvCQw/s400/IMGA0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061961433816018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most recent thing that has happened is my little boy is now in sunbeams. I was a little sad which I know is kind of dumb. His teacher said he didn't want to sit down the whole time, but can you blame him? He has been in nursery for 2 years and the only time he had to sit down was for snacks. As soon as we got out the the car he complained how hungry he was, which I new would probably be an issue. His teacher said he did pretty good for the most part though.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaKxpciTdI/AAAAAAAAAek/dTORrQoUmS8/s1600-h/n502843554_528587_3350%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaKxpciTdI/AAAAAAAAAek/dTORrQoUmS8/s400/n502843554_528587_3350%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289067397936991698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1074034662749919547?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1074034662749919547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1074034662749919547' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1074034662749919547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1074034662749919547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-all-summed-up.html' title='December all summed up'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SWaBkt4LhWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/On3XFyU4U-Q/s72-c/IMGA0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2251718425415691708</id><published>2008-11-16T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:31:42.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting their newest cousin</title><content type='html'>Payson and Sadie met their newest cousin Lydia today. Payson was so excited. When Kyra got here Payson ran outside to greet them and was asking to hold her from the second she came in the house. He told me he loves this baby and she is really cute. He also told me he wanted me to have a new baby. Yikes! I just told him maybe soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SSC5T4EtbwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hJIbXhblxM8/s1600-h/000_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SSC5T4EtbwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hJIbXhblxM8/s400/000_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269415315144273666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SSC5TQyNdPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-f3e7zKB2uc/s1600-h/000_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SSC5TQyNdPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-f3e7zKB2uc/s400/000_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269415304597697778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2251718425415691708?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2251718425415691708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2251718425415691708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2251718425415691708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2251718425415691708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-their-newest-cousin.html' title='Meeting their newest cousin'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SSC5T4EtbwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hJIbXhblxM8/s72-c/000_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1295665117261424157</id><published>2008-10-25T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:38:59.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a few things that I have been meaning to post and I'm finally getting around to it. &lt;br /&gt;1. Bradley has gotten his first deer of the season. Actually he got it 2 weeks ago and by now he has gotten 2 deer's. One buck and one doe. I had to hold the legs while he gutted it. It was so sick. I was a little disappointed that he got one last night because it was cold, and I new I was going to have to hold the legs again. Just not my thing. Sorry about the blood. But I am really proud of him he is now 4 for 7 I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOqUvrp6OI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JwYuGC8Io-s/s1600-h/100_1858.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOqUvrp6OI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JwYuGC8Io-s/s320/100_1858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261236063072544994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOqUEk7p_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/B7xuwu8edCE/s1600-h/100_1856.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/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOqUEk7p_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/B7xuwu8edCE/s320/100_1856.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261236051501623282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It wouldn't be the same if I didn't put something about someone getting dirty. That is what my kids do best. Sadie doesn't just get diry though, she has  a problem  eating the dirt she get's into. We have to really watch her. I turned my back for 5 seconds and next thing I know she had eaten the dirt. What drives me crazy is that she know's not to. After she see's that I have seen her eat it she either laugh's or run's from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOrjisfgNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qVj5KPubjo4/s1600-h/100_1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOrjisfgNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qVj5KPubjo4/s400/100_1991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261237416796061906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOrjKR0UnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mmuDMn47CR8/s1600-h/100_1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOrjKR0UnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mmuDMn47CR8/s400/100_1993.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261237410241729138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just thought this was funny. There was water in the tire and they were trying to figure a way to get the water out. It was just a little to heavy for them to pick up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOtC_SNfbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/j7O-8tqWhFU/s1600-h/100_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOtC_SNfbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/j7O-8tqWhFU/s400/100_1998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261239056558030258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOtCWXPekI/AAAAAAAAAYA/QAYNzMESt9I/s1600-h/100_1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOtCWXPekI/AAAAAAAAAYA/QAYNzMESt9I/s400/100_1997.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261239045573278274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1295665117261424157?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1295665117261424157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1295665117261424157' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1295665117261424157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1295665117261424157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-few-things-that-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SQOqUvrp6OI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JwYuGC8Io-s/s72-c/100_1858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6299826684000764113</id><published>2008-10-20T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:30:53.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lydia</title><content type='html'>Kyra had her baby last night. They named her Lydia Rosalie Cook. She is so cute. Brigham couldn't keep his hand's off of her. She weighed 7 lbs 2 oz. She looks way cuter in person though. I told a few people I would post these today so here they are... &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPybkdF1J7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/IZ3_BBQFeSI/s1600-h/100_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259249515448575922 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPybkdF1J7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/IZ3_BBQFeSI/s320/100_2029.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPybkpeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/q2o5RMpXl4E/s1600-h/100_2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259249518774216546 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPybkpeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/q2o5RMpXl4E/s320/100_2026.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPyblK-QhRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RxO19MiY-mY/s1600-h/100_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259249527764845842 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPyblK-QhRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RxO19MiY-mY/s320/100_2030.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b865b1c920a2ed6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b865b1c920a2ed6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293652%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A2027CA407597F157B01B5A55C9E73FC4D00DB9.2FD2EA42B5A9C91A6B67D36D06BBE4D3BCB591E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b865b1c920a2ed6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DalXx-Kh0M8BVVI_rX7qtAa-h0F8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b865b1c920a2ed6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331293652%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A2027CA407597F157B01B5A55C9E73FC4D00DB9.2FD2EA42B5A9C91A6B67D36D06BBE4D3BCB591E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b865b1c920a2ed6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DalXx-Kh0M8BVVI_rX7qtAa-h0F8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is short but its better than nothing right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6299826684000764113?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b865b1c920a2ed6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6299826684000764113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6299826684000764113' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6299826684000764113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6299826684000764113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-lydia.html' title='Baby Lydia'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPybkdF1J7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/IZ3_BBQFeSI/s72-c/100_2029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1314379082237124918</id><published>2008-10-15T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:31:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyra's baby shower</title><content type='html'>My sister Kyra is due with her first baby I think in about a week and a half. She went to the doctors on Monday and the doctor told her she was dialated to a 3 and expected her to go into labor this week. She was so excited. I told her I dont want  to get you down, but I was dialated to a four for 3 weeks with Sadie. But hopefully that won't be the case with her. &lt;br /&gt;This last weekend my mom, Lynnae, and I went to Pittsburg Kansas to her baby shower. Kyra and her husband just moved there about a month or two ago and a lady in her ward was so nice to put on a baby shower for her, even though she really didn't even know Kyra. She had a pretty good turn out too. Kyra looks so cute pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPX9skFWY8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/lQnpzO4q_u8/s1600-h/100_1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPX9skFWY8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/lQnpzO4q_u8/s320/100_1981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257387082067108802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPX-1lvz75I/AAAAAAAAAWs/lkzURKzDsMY/s1600-h/100_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPX-1lvz75I/AAAAAAAAAWs/lkzURKzDsMY/s320/100_1984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257388336644091794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPYMiUO_1YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xfNSu4EMXu0/s1600-h/100_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPYMiUO_1YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xfNSu4EMXu0/s320/100_1986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403398688331138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPYMi043vBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XXK9xOLCV2w/s1600-h/100_1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPYMi043vBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XXK9xOLCV2w/s320/100_1974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403407453895698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1314379082237124918?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1314379082237124918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1314379082237124918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1314379082237124918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1314379082237124918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/10/kyras-baby-shower.html' title='Kyra&apos;s baby shower'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SPX9skFWY8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/lQnpzO4q_u8/s72-c/100_1981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2632549806645903748</id><published>2008-09-18T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:11:44.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He make's dirt look good</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to do about this little guy. He came to me yesterday with black all over him. When I asked him what he got into he just pointed to the  car tire, but I really don't think that was it. He is always getting so dirty. I was looking back at pictures I have of him and he has so many dirty messes he has got into.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6sAlU1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DW5LpOjUoe4/s1600-h/100_1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6sAlU1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DW5LpOjUoe4/s400/100_1855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247391412329436770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6WOJRCzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/lGwKSWWvvFA/s1600-h/100_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6WOJRCzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/lGwKSWWvvFA/s400/100_1852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247391038012721970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6WdfZfII/AAAAAAAAAWE/urc6RSsBV7E/s1600-h/100_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6WdfZfII/AAAAAAAAAWE/urc6RSsBV7E/s400/100_1853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247391042132081794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I do have to admit he does make dirt look pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ9aCz786I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Va3t8_P9_UU/s1600-h/n576021212_8996%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ9aCz786I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Va3t8_P9_UU/s400/n576021212_8996%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247394402224829346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2632549806645903748?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2632549806645903748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2632549806645903748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2632549806645903748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2632549806645903748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-makes-dirt-look-good.html' title='He make&apos;s dirt look good'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SNJ6sAlU1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DW5LpOjUoe4/s72-c/100_1855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1978967856324499534</id><published>2008-09-06T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:35:55.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bradley has way to much fun at school. I recieved these pictures while Bradley was at school. No not from Bradley but by another guy at school named Lee. Apparently as a joke, someone tied Bradley up to a pole. They tied him up pretty tight and then just left him there. Then someone else came along and tied up his feet so he was totaly stuck to this pole. They left him there for about 15 minutes and then his instructor Andy came, well he just laughed at him and told one of the other teachers to come and look at this. He was then there for another 10 minutes and then all the sudden smack. Someone smooshed cake in his face. I had to wait until he got home to find out what the story was behind these pictures I had gotten from Lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SMVD4oPshvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mhjjhCZaFbc/s1600-h/13b3d1caf5d0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SMVD4oPshvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mhjjhCZaFbc/s400/13b3d1caf5d0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243671981297796850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SMVD4vM5T9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ztrhlNQpMMg/s1600-h/77cbf85932af%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SMVD4vM5T9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ztrhlNQpMMg/s400/77cbf85932af%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243671983165099986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY MORMONS!&lt;br /&gt;One other story I just want to tell that I think is so funny was this conversation that Bradley had with this guy named Derick at school. So it went something like this. OH ya and they were talking about strict religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derick: ya my religion is strict. I'm pentacostal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: Well I can top that. I'm LDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derick: What's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: I'm a mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derick: What? no, no your not! you can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley:  oh ya and tell me, why can't I be a mormon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derick: Because you ate fast food the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: Oh really? where did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derick: I saw it in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was so funny. Another crazy thing mormons can't do!  Bradley said he did say I'd like to read your book of mormon sometime. He said he think's he might of been kind of sarcastic about it but he is still going to give him one. People slowing but surely are finding out he is mormon at school. His instructor told Bradley that him and Lee (another kid from school) should do a duo on last comic standing. Andy (his instructor) told him ya Lee could be the evil satin kid and you could be the righteous mormon. Bradley then told him, how did you know I was mormon? His instructor said, What! Your mormon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1978967856324499534?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1978967856324499534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1978967856324499534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1978967856324499534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1978967856324499534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/09/bradley-has-way-to-much-fun-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SMVD4oPshvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mhjjhCZaFbc/s72-c/13b3d1caf5d0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6814680211982320450</id><published>2008-09-02T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:43:45.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, poor Sadie</title><content type='html'>Sadie was playing under my mom's rocking chair and Bradley was sitting in it reclined. Well I'm sure you can guess what happened. Yes, he didn't know she was under the chair and he went down hard. She was screaming so bad, but we finaly got her to calm down. That night she started throwing up all over. She was such a trooper though. I would clean her up and she just sat there and let me, then I would put her back to bed and then 20 minutes to an hour later we would do the same thing over. We went through all her sheets and four blankets. What a night. We both didn't get much sleep that night. Bradley said she may have been throwing up because she got hit so hard. He compared it to football, when you get hit so hard but you don't have a concusion but you just can't stop throwing up.  She is fine now though she just has a little bump and cuts on her head from the chair (not as bad as I thought her face would be) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SL1dGHepinI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0FV-xsbAV8Y/s1600-h/100_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SL1dGHepinI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0FV-xsbAV8Y/s400/100_1758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447900997323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SL1dGZ1wQkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kX2it08NciA/s1600-h/100_1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SL1dGZ1wQkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kX2it08NciA/s400/100_1766.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447905926070850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6814680211982320450?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6814680211982320450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6814680211982320450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6814680211982320450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6814680211982320450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/09/poor-poor-sadie.html' title='Poor, poor Sadie'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SL1dGHepinI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0FV-xsbAV8Y/s72-c/100_1758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4044530607306437494</id><published>2008-08-06T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:52:30.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need</title><content type='html'>So my camera has broken and I won't be able to get another one for a least a month or so because we are a little tight on money right now but I do have some stories that I want to write down or type down I guess before I forget about them.&lt;br /&gt; To Payson everthing is a need to him right now. We were driving somewhere and he said "Mom I need to hurt Sadie" I told him "No we don't hurt Sadie." After a while I looked back there and he was hitting Sadie. Then the other day he had pushed Sadie down and it was basically the same conversation about how we don't push and he thought about it for a while and then he came up to me and said "Mom I need to push Sadie."  He also has told me he needs to take Sadie outside, and my favorite he needs to spit on my sister Lynnae. He say's these things in the sweetest little voice, I can't help but laugh at him. &lt;br /&gt; He also thinks he is big enough to pick Sadie up now. Last night Bradley asked if I was going to put Sadie to bed and then Payson got up and said "Payson put Sadie to bed" and he lifted her up and attemted to carry her in her room. Luckily I do have a picture of him picking her up because she likes to mess with the tv and he always picks her up and moves her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJnIa2TaFPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TnUF3Yczdmc/s1600-h/DSCF1117-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJnIa2TaFPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TnUF3Yczdmc/s200/DSCF1117-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231432805746611442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4044530607306437494?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4044530607306437494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4044530607306437494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4044530607306437494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4044530607306437494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need.html' title='I need'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJnIa2TaFPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TnUF3Yczdmc/s72-c/DSCF1117-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-5879204141236418368</id><published>2008-08-02T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:24.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Sadie</title><content type='html'>The other day Sadie was wondering around the house and I could hear her in the background. I had gotten caught up in what I was doing though so I wasn't paying that much attention. After a while I had realized it was really quiet so I went to look for her and I could not find her anywhere. I double checked everywhere I went.  I was thinking there is no way she went outside, so where is she? Finaly after looking for a while I decided just in case I would look outside. Payson was outside playing but I couldn't find Sadie. I asked Payson, where's Sadie? He pointed towards the barn, so I went over there and there she was playing in the mud. I still don't know how she got past me. I didn't hear the door open and the door was in my sight. Maybe Payson being the nice brother that he is snuck her outside. I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDnBz_CII/AAAAAAAAAUg/wEoVWXh5KOE/s1600-h/DSCF1090%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDnBz_CII/AAAAAAAAAUg/wEoVWXh5KOE/s320/DSCF1090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229949773808601218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDneSxA4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/oqBaNQ2TT9g/s1600-h/DSCF1091%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDneSxA4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/oqBaNQ2TT9g/s320/DSCF1091%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229949781453898626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDnSDiRPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K9Duhiy0cj4/s1600-h/DSCF1093%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDnSDiRPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K9Duhiy0cj4/s320/DSCF1093%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229949778168792306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-5879204141236418368?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/5879204141236418368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=5879204141236418368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/5879204141236418368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/5879204141236418368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-sadie.html' title='Where&apos;s Sadie'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SJSDnBz_CII/AAAAAAAAAUg/wEoVWXh5KOE/s72-c/DSCF1090%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6885077188002302636</id><published>2008-07-21T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:24.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreaming</title><content type='html'>This week my Dad and Bradley have been cutting hay.  Every chance Payson can get he is out there with them on the tractor's. When he is not out there he constantly asking if he can go out there.  In these pictures I found Payson sitting on the grass looking out over the field watching the tractor go by every so often. I told Bradley he is probably day dreaming of the time he can ride a tractor on his very own. That'll be the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SITO865R-CI/AAAAAAAAASo/5MzTQGDH_qg/s1600-h/DSCF1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SITO865R-CI/AAAAAAAAASo/5MzTQGDH_qg/s320/DSCF1078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529013653600290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SITO8_fhrMI/AAAAAAAAASw/4YyTcETCwjo/s1600-h/DSCF1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SITO8_fhrMI/AAAAAAAAASw/4YyTcETCwjo/s320/DSCF1079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529014887754946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6885077188002302636?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6885077188002302636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6885077188002302636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6885077188002302636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6885077188002302636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SITO865R-CI/AAAAAAAAASo/5MzTQGDH_qg/s72-c/DSCF1078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1508101292483435931</id><published>2008-07-08T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:07:47.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4rth of July fun</title><content type='html'>We went to St.Louis for the fourth and took the kids to the zoo. It was fun seeing there reactions to the animals. Bradley wanted to go to the science museum and ride up the arch and a bunch of other stuff but the kids were asleep and I was so tired after the zoo. I'm such a party pooper when it comes to walking for a long time. Bradley told me next time he is going to find someone that can walk all day like him. But we all had fun even though Bradley didn't get to see all he wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-41.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791330832449&amp;amp;site=widget-41.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791330832449&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p1/2522015791330832449/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791330832449&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p2/2522015791330832449/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791330832449&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p4/2522015791330832449/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1508101292483435931?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1508101292483435931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1508101292483435931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1508101292483435931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1508101292483435931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/07/4rth-of-july-fun.html' title='4rth of July fun'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-7449063924847802993</id><published>2008-06-18T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:26.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie's birthday and my little welder</title><content type='html'>Sadie's 1st birthday was on Saturday the 14th of June but since we were in Arizona and Bradley wasn't there we decided we would celebrate it today, since she doesn't know any better. She did so much better than Payson digging into her cake. Payson didn't know what to do she new exactly what to do.  &lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmoccUfmKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/trnkHmSH_Yc/s1600-h/weld+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmoccUfmKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/trnkHmSH_Yc/s320/weld+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213383250250012834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmpy1YMd0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ucKLzmzxOl4/s1600-h/weld+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmpy1YMd0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ucKLzmzxOl4/s320/weld+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213384734445172546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmpzPDhIaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ugv6mMzg62s/s1600-h/weld+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmpzPDhIaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ugv6mMzg62s/s320/weld+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213384741337768354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmpzXUagqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iS1R9TBQXQQ/s1600-h/weld+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmpzXUagqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iS1R9TBQXQQ/s320/weld+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213384743556121250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmqRFBMFnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mI6ieMnOKyk/s1600-h/weld+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmqRFBMFnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mI6ieMnOKyk/s320/weld+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213385254039721586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmqRayVOiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TvsmMznAoSo/s1600-h/weld+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmqRayVOiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TvsmMznAoSo/s320/weld+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213385259882986018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on Bradley's welding gear on Payson, and he didn't want to take it off. We got such a kick out of him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmr0DyBCKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kcDaD4L9SEI/s1600-h/weld+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmr0DyBCKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kcDaD4L9SEI/s320/weld+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213386954514696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmr0kAbR8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rrsUgOPZtv0/s1600-h/weld+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmr0kAbR8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rrsUgOPZtv0/s320/weld+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213386963165071298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmr0kx5X6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YR81YytAAyc/s1600-h/weld+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmr0kx5X6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YR81YytAAyc/s320/weld+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213386963372564386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-7449063924847802993?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/7449063924847802993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=7449063924847802993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/7449063924847802993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/7449063924847802993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/sadies-1st-birthday-was-on-saturday.html' title='Sadie&apos;s birthday and my little welder'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFmoccUfmKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/trnkHmSH_Yc/s72-c/weld+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1015446567937700548</id><published>2008-06-17T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:27.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Az</title><content type='html'>I went with my mom to Arizona for 2 weeks for a family reunion. It was a lot of fun seeing everyone, but it was such a long trip without Bradley there.  I felt like I was a single mom, and it was not easy. We got home last night at 12 in the morning, just in time for mine and Bradley's 4th anniversary. I'm so glad to be home with my Bradley. Here our some of the pictures of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfJJmiwsQI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZihG9iQ_6gg/s1600-h/n517560400_3188763_7231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfJJmiwsQI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZihG9iQ_6gg/s320/n517560400_3188763_7231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212856260506988802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had irragation while we were in Eagar. I didn't think they would like it because it was so cold but they both had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfJ2y0UU3I/AAAAAAAAANs/F1BhyV67Prs/s1600-h/n502843554_524600_4565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfJ2y0UU3I/AAAAAAAAANs/F1BhyV67Prs/s320/n502843554_524600_4565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212857036895966066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payson got his pants all wet and the only othe pants I had at the time were Sadie's pink pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfKkyLKX6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/B01OtsUdmVE/s1600-h/n502843554_524585_5678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfKkyLKX6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/B01OtsUdmVE/s320/n502843554_524585_5678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212857826997329826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfKlLaszQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D_qvuaarLXI/s1600-h/n502843554_524596_3196%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfKlLaszQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D_qvuaarLXI/s320/n502843554_524596_3196%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212857833773387010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfKleyKbaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-OzZxubdsyo/s1600-h/n517560400_3188767_8455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfKleyKbaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-OzZxubdsyo/s320/n517560400_3188767_8455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212857838972071330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfLEjcLfgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nBWeS31NT8Y/s1600-h/n502843554_524565_7997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfLEjcLfgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nBWeS31NT8Y/s320/n502843554_524565_7997.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212858372797988354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfLFLUtBwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Dnoxupx2F1c/s1600-h/n502843554_524564_7663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfLFLUtBwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Dnoxupx2F1c/s320/n502843554_524564_7663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212858383504049922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us Wilkins sisters and then a bunch of the Freestone girl cousins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1015446567937700548?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1015446567937700548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1015446567937700548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1015446567937700548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1015446567937700548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-az.html' title='Trip to Az'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SFfJJmiwsQI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZihG9iQ_6gg/s72-c/n517560400_3188763_7231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6142313674664432903</id><published>2008-06-12T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:18:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are so funny</title><content type='html'>Payson&lt;br /&gt;1. So the other day I was waiting in the car with Payson and I was asking him his colors to different things. I then said what colors are my teeth? He shouted out yellow!  hmm I guess I need to work on whitning my teeth, kids don't lie.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. The other day we went swimming at the Show Low pool and Kelsi was taking Payson down the slide with her. Shannon told her to let Payson go by himself so when they got up to the top Kelsi pushed him down. He cried the whole way and was terrified. The next time they went up before they sat on the slide Payson turned to Kelsi and pointed his finger at her and said  "No No Kelsi, No NO."  His favorite words to say to people right now is "No NO."&lt;br /&gt; Sadie&lt;br /&gt;Preston loves to tease and pick on Sadie and Sadie can't stand it. She screams everytime he comes around. The other day Preston was being his usual self teasing her and he blew on her face, the next thing we hear was Preston screaming. She had bit his lip and it was bleeding pretty bad. I guess what goes around comes around. We did feel pretty bad for Preston though. She had bit him so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-6142313674664432903?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6142313674664432903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6142313674664432903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6142313674664432903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6142313674664432903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-are-so-funny.html' title='Kids are so funny'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1231136643421760700</id><published>2008-05-15T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:28.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cute babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvcMWIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/o1GMioQWVdE/s1600-h/farm+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvcMWIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/o1GMioQWVdE/s320/farm+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200794937335506898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvcsWIZ-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6PstYHvDBfc/s1600-h/farm+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvcsWIZ-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6PstYHvDBfc/s320/farm+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200794945925441506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvc8WIZ_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fwk6GdOUbOc/s1600-h/farm+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvc8WIZ_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fwk6GdOUbOc/s320/farm+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200794950220408818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvdsWIaAI/AAAAAAAAANA/JgzXHXXq6WE/s1600-h/farm+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvdsWIaAI/AAAAAAAAANA/JgzXHXXq6WE/s320/farm+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200794963105310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley had to round up the cattle and me and Shannon had to take down some fence for Bradley, so we had to take the kids with us. Preston and Payson were so cute in their mud boots. I did'nt get any pictures of Sadie but she was so excited to be out in the fields too. &lt;br /&gt; I thought her fall asleep in her high chair was cute of her though. I know every baby probley falls asleep in their high chair at some point but it is still cute. I love this little girl so much. She amazes me all the time with her new things she does and keeps me laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1231136643421760700?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1231136643421760700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1231136643421760700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1231136643421760700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1231136643421760700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/05/cute-babies.html' title='cute babies'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SCzvcMWIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/o1GMioQWVdE/s72-c/farm+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3593272017887920424</id><published>2008-04-30T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:28.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBkH0-8bR_I/AAAAAAAAALg/IbK-916oYA0/s1600-h/100_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBkH0-8bR_I/AAAAAAAAALg/IbK-916oYA0/s320/100_1395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195192251979614194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBkHMu8bR-I/AAAAAAAAALY/qzQIMIGuuvU/s1600-h/100_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBkHMu8bR-I/AAAAAAAAALY/qzQIMIGuuvU/s320/100_1393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195191560489879522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sadie loves animals. We got a bunch of baby chickens and 3 ducks. She is so funny with them. She laughs when any animal comes around. She wants to hold the ducks so bad but she gets so excited she squeezes. This is her looking in at the baby ducks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3593272017887920424?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3593272017887920424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3593272017887920424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3593272017887920424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3593272017887920424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadie-loves-animals.html' title='Looking at the ducks'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBkH0-8bR_I/AAAAAAAAALg/IbK-916oYA0/s72-c/100_1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3450251624879998382</id><published>2008-04-30T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:29.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of tractors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBj6-u8bR8I/AAAAAAAAALI/LRssVdqjYi0/s1600-h/100_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBj6-u8bR8I/AAAAAAAAALI/LRssVdqjYi0/s320/100_1396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195178125832177602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBj7B-8bR9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xy_TWiWP2kI/s1600-h/100_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBj7B-8bR9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xy_TWiWP2kI/s320/100_1398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195178181666752466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I called my mom to see if Payson was over there. She told me he wasn't and my heart sank. The jacuzi lid was off and we have found Payson by the pond before. My mom sent all the kids out to search for him, and I ran out of my house too to look for him. We found him asleep on my dad's tractor.&lt;br /&gt; This is one of the first places I go to look for Payson if I can't find him so I should of known most likely he would be in the barn on the tractor. &lt;br /&gt; Payson loves my dad's tractor. If I let him he would sit on my dad's tractor all day long doing absolutly nothing. When he wakes up in the morning the first thing he asks for is the tractor, when he goes to bed at night he he whines for the tractor. Last night I even herd him sleep talking about tractors. I bought him a little tractor at a garage sale last saturday. He parks it in the barn right next to my dad's tractor.  He loves his  tractor but he prefers to sit on grandpa's tractor.  The highlight of his day is when he actually gets to go somewhere on  the tractor with Grandpa or daddy. He hates being left behind. Infact the reason we found him out by the pond was that he herd my dad take off on the tractor and he went out looking for him. My dad found him out by the pond. I'm so thankful he found him because the pond he was at we never would have thought to look at. I think Payson was ment to be on a farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3450251624879998382?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3450251624879998382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3450251624879998382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3450251624879998382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3450251624879998382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-of-tractors.html' title='Love of tractors'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SBj6-u8bR8I/AAAAAAAAALI/LRssVdqjYi0/s72-c/100_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-4228236514576921887</id><published>2008-04-23T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:30.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random pictures of Payson and Sadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9rS-8bR3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kAm8kP6MRHo/s1600-h/pics+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9rS-8bR3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kAm8kP6MRHo/s200/pics+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192486869259732850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9qhe8bR2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/EiLI_O7TO8g/s1600-h/pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9qhe8bR2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/EiLI_O7TO8g/s200/pics+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192486018856208226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9lDO8bR1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/R5HOibU7LUQ/s1600-h/pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9lDO8bR1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/R5HOibU7LUQ/s200/pics+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192480001607026514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie's Easter dress, It was hard to take a picture of her because she would'nt sit still. &lt;br /&gt;4/22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9kdO8bR0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ADnB2Yw6IEU/s1600-h/pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9kdO8bR0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ADnB2Yw6IEU/s200/pics+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192479348771997506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9j_O8bRzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uRMDFdq06c4/s1600-h/pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9j_O8bRzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uRMDFdq06c4/s200/pics+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192478833375921970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the nice day outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-4228236514576921887?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/4228236514576921887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=4228236514576921887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4228236514576921887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/4228236514576921887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_23.html' title='random pictures of Payson and Sadie'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SA9rS-8bR3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kAm8kP6MRHo/s72-c/pics+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1194846854848810478</id><published>2008-04-11T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:31.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My kids love grapefruit, I caught them sitting together eating grapefruit my sister gave them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAVUFjYHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/POYv7hpi8_M/s1600-h/mama+cow+and+mama+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAVUFjYHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/POYv7hpi8_M/s200/mama+cow+and+mama+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188147136900063346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAVkFjYII/AAAAAAAAAJY/FdkhKM5ahiE/s1600-h/mama+cow+and+mama+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAVkFjYII/AAAAAAAAAJY/FdkhKM5ahiE/s200/mama+cow+and+mama+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188147141195030658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAV0FjYJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/57f_gW_yHuI/s1600-h/mama+cow+and+mama+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAV0FjYJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/57f_gW_yHuI/s200/mama+cow+and+mama+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188147145489997970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1194846854848810478?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1194846854848810478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1194846854848810478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1194846854848810478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1194846854848810478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/SAAAVUFjYHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/POYv7hpi8_M/s72-c/mama+cow+and+mama+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2007783868152458082</id><published>2008-03-15T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:33:30.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadie is finaly crawling! Just yesterday (the day she turned nine months) I noticed she is getting pretty good at it. Yesterday Payson was trying to make her laugh and instead of her just sitting there she could actually follow him in a circle sort of. Anyways it about time! Payson crawled at 6 months and at 10 months walked so this is really late for us but we are just glad she is finaly crawling. Maybe she can loose some of that chubbiness on her legs now and fit into some of her pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2007783868152458082?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2007783868152458082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2007783868152458082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2007783868152458082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2007783868152458082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadie-is-finaly-crawling-just-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-1422228123652491762</id><published>2008-03-15T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:34:49.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa is evil</title><content type='html'>Payson loves to look at the cover of  Snow White and  points to Snow White and say's Momma, then I have to say ya Payson thats Mamma and then he points to one of the drawfs and says daddy, and I  say ya Payson thats daddy. Well when he did this the other day it reminded me of something he did a couple months ago. &lt;br /&gt;Payson had never pointed out cartoon characters before and said they were someone else, so when he came upstairs with the movie, "The Little Mermaid" he brought it over to me and the first thing he did was point to Ursella and said GRANDPA! Who knows where he got that from, maybe Payson see's something about my dad that we don't see :).To this day if you ask him who Ursella is he says grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-1422228123652491762?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/1422228123652491762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=1422228123652491762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1422228123652491762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/1422228123652491762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandpa-is-evil.html' title='Grandpa is evil'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-2558560745100763387</id><published>2008-03-07T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:36:02.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-2558560745100763387?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/2558560745100763387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=2558560745100763387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2558560745100763387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/2558560745100763387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/embed-src-httpapps.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-3452112618985776659</id><published>2008-03-07T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:05:35.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was taking a bath and Payson ran in the bathroom and wanted to get in. I told him he could'nt. He would'nt give up  and tried to get in. I then told him the water was to hot for him so he started blowing on the water to try to cool it down.  After I got out I let him get in my water, but when he got in the water it was still a little bit hot so he continued to blow on the water he  finaly gave up on the blowing and  sat in the hahahahot (Payson's way of saying hot) water very slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-3452112618985776659?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/3452112618985776659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=3452112618985776659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3452112618985776659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/3452112618985776659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-i-was-taking-bath-and-payson.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-941217104659964578</id><published>2008-02-23T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:31.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DpOd0TF8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sLu-i4fJHYo/s1600-h/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170388806952753090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DpOd0TF8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sLu-i4fJHYo/s400/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+008.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DpEN0TF7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NmrM-PW6X38/s1600-h/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170388630859093938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="363" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DpEN0TF7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NmrM-PW6X38/s400/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+004.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You would think Sadie would be scared and Payson would love being thrown up in the air but it is totaly opposite. Payson hates being tossed in the air. He is scared until he comes down in daddy's arms but Sadie on the other hand loves being thrown up in the air and laughs so hard. I told Bradley I think Sadie will be your rollercoaster buddy and Payson will stick to the kitty rides with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-941217104659964578?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/941217104659964578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=941217104659964578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/941217104659964578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/941217104659964578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/02/fly-high.html' title='Fly High'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DpOd0TF8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sLu-i4fJHYo/s72-c/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-740280794970222792</id><published>2008-02-23T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:13:51.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Husband quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his name? Bradley William Reisner&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together? umm about 4 years overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.How long did you date: 9 months&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? 26&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? He does&lt;br /&gt; Who said I love you first? Ya know Im not really sure but i'm thinking him&lt;br /&gt;Who's taller? that depends, I try to be shorter but sometimes I am taller&lt;br /&gt;.Who pays bills?I do&lt;br /&gt; Who sleeps on the right side? at the moment he does, but it changes with every house we live in&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? both of us do&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? I cook the simple everyday meals but if I am craving something or we want something more complex he cooks&lt;br /&gt;.Who drives? He does all the time. He thinks I am going to get in an accident or something&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? He kissed me  but I told him to&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? he did&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? I do, I have 7 and he has 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-740280794970222792?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/740280794970222792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=740280794970222792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/740280794970222792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/740280794970222792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/02/husband-quiz-what-is-his-name-bradley.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6519098254613099996</id><published>2008-02-22T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:32.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8Dmet0TF6I/AAAAAAAAAII/iSibmY2LLaI/s1600-h/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170385787590743970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8Dmet0TF6I/AAAAAAAAAII/iSibmY2LLaI/s400/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: Laura with  Hailey, Holly with Taytum and me and Sadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DmLd0TF5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/0RDJTds3ZpY/s1600-h/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170385456878262162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="317" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8DmLd0TF5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/0RDJTds3ZpY/s400/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+005.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8Dl1d0TF4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/44Y8AXDfzng/s1600-h/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170385078921140098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8Dl1d0TF4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/44Y8AXDfzng/s400/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+001.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Idaho. It was a nice vacation for all of us.We did'nt want to leave, but  I think we will be going back in about 2 months. Payson loved Grandpa Reisner! Everytime we would go somewhere without grandpa or when he would wake up the next morning he would ask for grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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/4650873499007738009-6519098254613099996?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/6519098254613099996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=6519098254613099996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6519098254613099996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/6519098254613099996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/02/idaho-trip.html' title='Idaho trip'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R8Dmet0TF6I/AAAAAAAAAII/iSibmY2LLaI/s72-c/Hammer,+Windie+02-22-08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-7051266537060372471</id><published>2008-02-10T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:32.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Missouri fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R6_bwd0TF3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QEiPu1zfNbg/s1600-h/s576021212_559168_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165588923301435250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R6_bwd0TF3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QEiPu1zfNbg/s400/s576021212_559168_1875.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the christmas light and Preson and Payson didnt have their coats. The only thing we had was Bradley's Missouri shirts. They walked around holding hands in their huge shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650873499007738009-7051266537060372471?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/7051266537060372471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=7051266537060372471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/7051266537060372471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/7051266537060372471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-went-to-christmas-light-and-preson.html' title='Little Missouri fans'/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R6_bwd0TF3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QEiPu1zfNbg/s72-c/s576021212_559168_1875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-7297055608560258189</id><published>2008-02-10T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:32.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year at christmas Preston and Payson had so much fun together.  Before they were together Payson was to young and Preston did'nt like to share, but this year they were so good together. They did really good at sharing for the most part and they would go and jump on the tramp and just laugh at eachother and they loved playing with Royce and Cody. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One night  Preston came up stairs and told Shannon "mommy I put Payson to bed"  We didnt really think anything of it until about 5 minutes I asked where Payson was? I went downstairs and Payson was wimpering in Sadie's crib with the lights off. Sure enough Preston put Payson to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think what happened was they both climbed into her crib but Preston could get out but Payson could'nt, so Preston told Payson goodnight Payson and turned off the lights.  We thought that was so cute. Preston thought he was doing such a good deed and Payson was so confused at why he was left there all by himself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R6_VwN0TFzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kfGa4bicgQs/s1600-h/s576021212_559168_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/4650873499007738009-7297055608560258189?l=sheenareisner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/feeds/7297055608560258189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650873499007738009&amp;postID=7297055608560258189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/7297055608560258189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650873499007738009/posts/default/7297055608560258189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-year-at-christmas-preston-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisner's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374649880534413352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650873499007738009.post-6356861443766840511</id><published>2008-02-04T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:33.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What girls do at Bass Pro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhcZGUhzyDc/R6av1UmTmII/AAAAAAAAAGA/MayLL_aa5z0/s1600-h/n517560400_1895069_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163007353424156802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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