<?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-14114867</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:55:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazienna's Thought Of The Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Brazienna turned 3 years old on February 14th 2005. Since she is so talkative, there is not a day that goes by that she doesn't say something so funny or so unexpected. This is my way of keeping her thoughts and sharing my joy of having such an entertaining little girl.

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&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10716;111/st/20060214/e/Brazienna%27s+Birthday%21/k/0b82/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114867.post-113580283147164742</id><published>2005-12-28T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:47:11.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I got home from work last Tuesday night Bernard and Brazienna had created a movie theatre in our apartment. We had hot dogs that were cooked on the official hot dog cooker with the rolling bars, nachos with cheese and popcorn. I must admit, it smelled like the movies when I opened the door. We were in our jammies, Brazienna turned off ALL of the lights and Bernard hit play on the DVD player. We watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was fun! We all 3 enjoyed it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is become a Tuesday night event with us. Last night when I got home Braziennna greeted me with, "Mom, it's movie night!".  So, I changed into jammies and waited for the movie to begin. The menu included popcorn, nachos with cheese, hot dogs, the big soft pretzels and cheesesticks! Yummy.  Brazienna turned all of the lights off (that's her job) and we watched The Polar Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Polar Express was a cute movie about believing in Santa. Tom Hanks was many of the voices. The animation was amazing and I was really impressed with how realistic the people were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113580283147164742?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113580283147164742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113580283147164742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-i-got-home-from-work-last-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114867.post-113580185710253316</id><published>2005-12-28T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:32:29.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the show Desperate Housewives. I watch it every Sunday and when I am working, I Tivo it. Brazienna started watching it with me and she will ask to watch desperate housewives but of course being a 3 year old, she pronounces it "Deswiss Housewives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/dh%20book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard got me a behind closed doors Desperate Housewives book for Christmas which I am enjoying a page at a time. Brazienna comes in the kitchen carrying the book and says, "Mommy, we two can share this book cause I like Deswiss Housewives, too". I told her that was my Christmas present and she said, "Well, I am picked on Deswiss Housewives, too. Just like you are". What she was trying to say is that she is hooked on it because she heard me telling my sister that I am hooked on the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113580185710253316?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113580185710253316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113580185710253316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113580185710253316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113580185710253316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-show-desperate-housewives.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113572703341694063</id><published>2005-12-27T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:10:44.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are a few more pics from Christmas Eve at the Garcia Family get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyssa and Brazienna giving Santa a hug before he leaves. Dylan is trying get Santa's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Brazienna with Sarah's mom, Cindy who is Nonny to all of the kids that were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids sitting and singing Christmas songs. This is was soooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think is trying to think real hard about what she wants for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...Who's under that beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah is striking the mom pose with ber kids, Belle and Collin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brazienna is waiting to see what comes out of Santa's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese! The obligatory Santa and kid picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patiently waiting for Santa's arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113572703341694063?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113572703341694063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113572703341694063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113572703341694063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113572703341694063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/here-are-few-more-pics-from-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113570601970792149</id><published>2005-12-26T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:58:23.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bernard took his Christmas nap while I was cooking our Christmas dinner. Brazienna was sitting in the kitchem floor playing with some new Cabbage Patch Kids play-doh toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all 3 doing our own thing with no conversation. Brazienna said, "Hey mom, I really had a fun Christmas day with you and daddy today". I told her I was happy that she had fun and that I had a good Christmas day as well. Still looking at me with a smile she asked, "Mommy, will tomorrow be next Christmas?". I tried to explain the length of a year by using the holidays that have already passed but that just excited her more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113570601970792149?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113570601970792149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113570601970792149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113570601970792149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113570601970792149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/bernard-took-his-christmas-nap-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113563964535440595</id><published>2005-12-25T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:27:33.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brazienna went to bed after playing hard on Christmas Eve. When she woke up Christmas morning and screeched with excitement when she discovered that Santa had delivered presents under our Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 233px" height="480" src="http://images.snapfish.com/345887575%7Ffp337%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D32333%3B3654588nu0mrj" width="360" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3458876%3A7%7Fhlnh%3C%3E%3Doqfcojruw%3Dlodihtrqw%3Dgo428AScwj%40%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E23242%3C2745497ot1lsiBUwqucjgFgonQcpg%40fp337" hrfilesize="652" isvideo="false" incart="false" caption="100_1093" imgoid="984769546" imgid="984769546" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had originally planned to have a quick breakfast since we all woke up feeling a little hungry. That was not going to happen! We began opening gifts, which took forever because Brazienna would inspect each gift box, each bow and each gift before moving on to the next gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/pushing%20baby%20jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  Pushing her baby "Jessica"         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gifts she got from Santa (Nana) was the Polly Pocket Bead Machine. She told Nana that this toy is "The most favoritest, most important thing Santa could bring her". When she opened it she got soooo excited, covered her mouth in awe and kept saying, "Oh my, oh my, oh my". After staring at it for a few minutes she looked at us and said, "Santa is a good person!". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/walking%20jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         We took Brazienna on a walk to feed the ducks with her new baby  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                stroller and Sammi walking along trying to get at the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113563964535440595?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113563964535440595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113563964535440595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113563964535440595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113563964535440595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/brazienna-went-to-bed-after-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113563881793354129</id><published>2005-12-24T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T16:06:36.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/Santa%20Eric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Santa making his grand entrance with his bag of toys! Eric made a GREAT Santa! I think I'll become his agent and start booking him! hahaha! If Eric only knew I was soliciting him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to join our friend's family for Christmas Eve. We had a great time and felt very welcome. Our friends live in Galveston but we went to their family's Christmas Eve party at Sarah's mom and dad's house. They have quite a little tradition. One part of the Garcia family tradition is to have Sarah's brother or brother-in-law dresses up as Santa and comes in carrying a bag of gifts. Sarah's dad said, "I hear something on the roof and it sounds like reindeer!". The kids got all excited until they see the silhouette of Santa at the frosted glass door. Some are even more excited and some were scared, including Brazienna. Brazienna had a horrible look on her face and ran over to where Bernard and I were sitting. She was adament about not wanting Santa to come in. About 30 seconds later, as Santa passed us on the sofa, Brazienna grabbed his finger as he walked by. Santa sat down and Brazienna was the 1st one to volunteer to sit on his lap!!!! Bernard and I were amazed. It was so sweet. He gave the kids a gift after each sat on his lap and rattled off their list of wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/Dancing%20Sant%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brazienna was dancing with excitement before she got in the car to go to the Christmas party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/happy%20with%20santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saying bye to Santa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/hugging%20santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A big hug before Santa leaves to deliver toys to all the boys and girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113563881793354129?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113563881793354129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113563881793354129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113563881793354129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113563881793354129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-making-his-grand-entrance-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113479004752469603</id><published>2005-12-16T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:27:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bernard and I went Christmas shopping for Brazienna about a week or two before Thanksgiving. We thought we were don but it's hard to resist buying things when you are a proud daddy of a princess who has him wrapped around his pinky. Bernard bought her an Easy Bake Oven and left it in the trunk until we had a chance to get it to our hiding spot in the house. &lt;a href="http://re2.mm-c1.yimg.com/image/1064324264"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="170" alt="" src="http://re2.mm-c1.yimg.com/image/1064324264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days later, I went to the car and opened the trunk before Brazienna and I went to walk Sammi. Brazienna caught sight of the Easy Bake and immmediately started questioning what it was why it was in the trunk. I told her it was for my work so she said, "Ohm just in case you get hungry when you're at work?". I said, "It's kind of hard to explain". So Brazienna said, "That's okay, mommy. When I get older you van tell me all about it and explain it to me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of that one for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113479004752469603?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113479004752469603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113479004752469603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113479004752469603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113479004752469603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/bernard-and-i-went-christmas-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113478830599287821</id><published>2005-12-16T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:18:16.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were watching t.v. the other night when a commercial came on for a teeth whitener product. Brazienna perked up and said, "Look mom, that's teeth whitener stuff". I agreed with her, what else could I do? Then the commercial indicate that it was "Premium" and Brazienna said, "You hear that, mom? It's Korean". I told her they said premium and she insisted and explained that the said it was Korean and that it would only whiten Korean teeth. I didn't even have a response to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113478830599287821?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113478830599287821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113478830599287821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113478830599287821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113478830599287821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-were-watching-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113478747278311047</id><published>2005-12-16T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T18:52:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_1052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while...Sorry everyone! I have quite a few entries but I am probably off on a few dates so I will just enter them and carry on. I certainly hope to be able to finally keep up with the blog. I really enjoy doing this and I know that Brazienna will truly enjoy reading this when she gets a little older. Until then, we will enjoy the funny, yet innocent, things that occur daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazienna had her 1st Christmas party at school today. Her teacher is really good with the kids. She has been working with kids this age for over 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk in the door of Brazienna's classroom I was greeted by a bunch of kids yelling "Merry Christmas" and another bunch of kids getting on their case and yelling that it was not Christmas yet! All of classes decorated their own "something" for Christmas to hang in the entry of the day care. I could not resist taking a picture of the cutest one (okay, so it also happens to be from Brazienna's class. Its a bunch of gingerbread men that the kids decorated and hun on a piece of tin foil. It's supposed to be a cookie sheet! How cute is that? Take that, Martha Stewart! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113478747278311047?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113478747278311047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113478747278311047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113478747278311047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113478747278311047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113244276361612261</id><published>2005-11-19T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:28:11.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brazienna has really gotten into someone leaving her a voicemail. She will ask to call someone and when she gets them on the phone, she simply asks them to call and leave her a voice mail and that's her whole conversation. She will listen to the same voice mail over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dialed the number to her Aunt Rose for her and to Brazienna's surprise, Aunt Rose was not home and she got so excited because she was going to leave Aunt Rose a voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Brazienna leaving Aunt Rose a voice mail. Rose, I believe you may have still been in Las Vegas :) She has a hunk of watermelon in her hand all over her face as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 322px" height="480" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D3232%3C%3B%3B47886%3Bnu0mrj" width="360" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp7BRdvk%3F%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D3232%3C%3B%3B47886%3Bnu0mrjAVvrtdihEhnoPdoh%3Fgo8" isvideo="false" caption="100_0940" imgid="910959176" imgoid="910959176" incart="false" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113244276361612261?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113244276361612261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113244276361612261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244276361612261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244276361612261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/brazienna-has-really-gotten-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113244239311554102</id><published>2005-11-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:29:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, another posting about walking Sammi, right? Not really but it does start that way. Brazienna was walking Sammi and I kept calling her by her name so she would catch on that it was her name. Brazienna got silly and started calling her Sam-I-Am and then decided we should call her "Window". I was like, "Window"? I told her that was silly and we were not going to change her name to "Window". Well, this obviously frustrated Brazienna because she said, "Mom, you don't know many things and I do. Actually, I know a lot of things and I will teach you some day". Imagine that! Keep in mind, she is soooo animated and even more so when she is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 400px" height="480" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp335%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D32333336849%3B8nu0mrj" width="360" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp335BRdvk%3F%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D32333336849%3B8nu0mrjAVvrtdihEhnoPdoh%3Fgo426" isvideo="false" caption="100_0964" imgid="917957578" imgoid="917957578" incart="false" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brazienna is sporting her dance class outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="slideshow_div" style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113244239311554102?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113244239311554102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113244239311554102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244239311554102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244239311554102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-another-posting-about-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113244189531756767</id><published>2005-11-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:29:05.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brazienna has not ever had to share our attention with anyone and she is not digging the whole idea of sharing mommy and daddy with a dog. Brazienna and I were walking Sammi the other night and it was cold so we were wanting her to hurry and do her business so we could go inside. I kept saying, "Come on, Sammi. Go potty" in a nice low voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazienna chimed in and said, "Just treat her like a dog, mom!". I thought, how else am I treating her? I hope Sammi don't think she is a sheep or duck or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 186px" height="360" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E2324242775935ot1lsi" width="480" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp63AScwj%40%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E2324242775935ot1lsiBUwqucjgFgonQcpg%40fp63" isvideo="false" caption="100_0969" imgid="917957586" imgoid="917957586" incart="false" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 250px" height="360" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E2324242775934ot1lsi" width="480" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp63AScwj%40%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E2324242775934ot1lsiBUwqucjgFgonQcpg%40fp63" isvideo="false" caption="100_0968" imgid="917957585" imgoid="917957585" incart="false" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="slideshow_div" style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113244189531756767?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113244189531756767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113244189531756767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244189531756767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244189531756767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/brazienna-has-not-ever-had-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113244152574537537</id><published>2005-11-19T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:28:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got a new puppy. Meet Sammi! Sammi is a yellow Labrador Retriever. She is 12 weeks old and her breeder was going to keep her so they already exposed her to duck hunting. Uh-oh, we live beside a little lake with ducks! Her dad has a slew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="slideshow_div" style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;of awards for hunting, show, etc, etc and her mother has them for show. She is a cutie pie! However, she is a hand ful. She wants to chew on everything and we are house breaking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 264px" height="360" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp335%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D3233333684%3A37nu0mrj" width="480" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp335BRdvk%3F%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D3233333684%3A37nu0mrjAVvrtdihEhnoPdoh%3Fgo426" isvideo="false" caption="100_0975" imgid="917962297" imgoid="917962297" incart="false" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 234px" height="480" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp336%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D3233333684%3A34nu0mrj" width="360" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp336BRdvk%3F%3Enu%3D3258%3E35%3A%3E366%3EWSNRCG%3D3233333684%3A34nu0mrjAVvrtdihEhnoPdoh%3Fgo427" isvideo="false" caption="100_0973" imgid="917962294" imgoid="917962294" incart="false" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 262px" height="480" src="http://images.snapfish.com/3455673523232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E2324242856365ot1lsi" width="360" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="3455673523232%7Fhlnh%3C%3Ekpcjguqrv%3Efp54AScwj%40%3Dot%3E2349%3D44%3B%3D457%3DXROQDF%3E2324242856365ot1lsiBUwqucjgFgonQcpg%40fp54" isvideo="false" caption="100_0976" imgid="918026117" imgoid="918026117" incart="false" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="slideshow_div" style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought her a stuffed duck with a quacker inside the tummy. She goes to town on this duck!&lt;br /&gt;We could not decide on a name for her because Bernard and I had very different ideas when it came to dog names. Well, when we were on our way to get her we passed one of many huge statues of Sam Houston that are in the Houston area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Sam Houston is a former Governor of Tennessee, victor over Santa Anna in the Texas War of Independence, first President of the Republic of Texas, Senator from the State of Texas and Governor of the State of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/sam%20houston%20trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statue is 77 feet tall. As you can see, it is much taller than the tall pine trees that surround it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammi, the puppy, was also born in Huntsville, TX. (The town in which Sam Houston lived and died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly suggested "Sammi" (since she's a little girl puppy) so that when we get a boy dog we can name him "Houston".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113244152574537537?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113244152574537537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113244152574537537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244152574537537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113244152574537537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-got-new-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113202782600707113</id><published>2005-11-14T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:37:15.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween finally came for Brazienna who was so "cited". On Halloween night it rained and the cold. Poor lil' Beanzy. We waited for it to stop but it didn't and I didn't;t have it in me to break her heart so we got her dressed and drove to the neighborhood beside us. Bernard followed in the car and after every house or two we would jump in the car so Brazienna could get warm and regroup her trick or treating effort. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazienna wanted to be a witch. She wanted to be a good witch because to her it meant she would not have a green face like the witch in The Wizard of Oz. Last year she was Dorothy, complete with red glittery shoes and toto in a basket and this year's costume was also prompted by The Wizard of Oz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113202782600707113?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113202782600707113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113202782600707113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113202782600707113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113202782600707113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-finally-came-for-brazienna.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113202693070956774</id><published>2005-11-14T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:37:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We have a lot of fun carving pumpkins. I think it's just as much for me and Bernard as it is for Brazienna. Bernard and I started a little tradition, which really started as competition, with pumpkin carving. Each year we buy 2 pumpkins and we each carve one. We carve them with really unique and creative displays in mind. We don't discuss our ideas with one another and w pretty much sit back to back so the other doesn't get a glimpse until we are done. Maybe next year Brazienna will joing us with a pumpkin of her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazienna is trying to use an ice cream scoop to get the guts out because she doesn't want to get her hands dirty. What a girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a little convincing and leading by example, she discovered it's fun to use your hands! HEr facial expression stills show a little disgust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard carved Snoopy into his, following the annual televising of Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin. Brazienna was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Snow White. I chose this Disney princess because Brazienna has been to 2 princess tea parties and she dressed as Snow White for both of them. She is very into the Disney Princess stage right now. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113202693070956774?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113202693070956774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113202693070956774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113202693070956774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113202693070956774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-have-lot-of-fun-carving-pumpkins.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113202603258525110</id><published>2005-11-14T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:47:40.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can tell, I have managed to get a picture added to my last post. So I am all excited and hoping that I can get it to work for this one as well. Let's see! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you are wondering what this is, I will explain it. My Aunt sent me this package and when I opened it this is what I saw. Brazienna was standing there and got all excited. She said, "Ooh, I got a sister!". Whoa!!! A sister? She has been telling me at least once a day that she wants a little sister so she can be a big sister! How do you explain why you cannot run out and get her a baby sister? Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the feet in the box. What this was was a really cute little ghost that my uncles made for Halloween. I will have to get a picture of it but he needs a little doctoring up since I got him with a broken neck! The post office must have seen this and opened it to see if there was a body in there because it was opened and had a post office form attached. Must be nice to open someone's mail whenever you get nosy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113202603258525110?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113202603258525110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113202603258525110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113202603258525110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113202603258525110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-you-can-tell-i-have-managed-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113176395605032376</id><published>2005-11-11T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:38:49.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I am sitting here trying to manhandle Blogspot Brazienna is standing beside me but she opened the pantry door so that the door is between the two of us. She knocked on the door and instructed me on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B: When I say knock knock you 'posed to say who's there&lt;br /&gt;A: Ok&lt;br /&gt;B: Knock knock&lt;br /&gt;A:Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;B: Banana&lt;br /&gt;A: Banana who?&lt;br /&gt;B: Don't cry it's&lt;br /&gt;just a joke (followed by little giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I believe she got her knock-knock joke punch lines mixed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will try to get a picture to finally upload. Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113176395605032376?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113176395605032376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113176395605032376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113176395605032376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113176395605032376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-i-am-sitting-here-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113140316407356129</id><published>2005-11-07T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:39:24.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so dang aggravated! I have been trying for so long to put some pics on the blog along with my posts but I cannot seem to get them uploaded.  If anyone else has had the problem...please let me know if you have a solution. It will act as if it will upload then after a few minutes I get a message that says it was unable to complete the upload. PLEASE HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try again because I have a couple of posts to update but I want to be able to add pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113140316407356129?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113140316407356129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113140316407356129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113140316407356129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113140316407356129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-so-dang-aggravated-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113105310192528486</id><published>2005-11-03T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:25:01.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried for 2 days to update the last couple of posts with pictures but when I try to upload, I get an error message. I will try again this evening and cross my fingers in hopes that it works! In the meantime, I will continue to post some "catch up" entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to visit us for a few days last week. We had so much fun and really enjoyed her visit. Amy has 2 kids of her own and I have Brazienna so it was a very busy visit. Amy's kids are Randi Kay who is 10 months old and Haley, who will be 8 in  2 weeks. Brazienna loves Haley and wants a little sister like Randi Kay. Brazienna has lots of cousins and she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Amy had to go home she asked Brazienna if she wanted to get on the airplane and go to Florida with her. Brazienna said, "Nope, cause Florida has hurricanes". Amy told Brazienna that the hurricanes were gone and Brazienna immediately wanted to go and was upset that she couldn't really get on the airplane and got o Florida with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113105310192528486?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113105310192528486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113105310192528486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113105310192528486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113105310192528486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-tried-for-2-days-to-update-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113071217629172813</id><published>2005-10-30T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T14:42:56.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know these posts are out of order by date but I am adding a few to catch up a little bit. Last night (Oct. 29, 2005) we went to a horse show. It seemed very fitting to go to a horse show since we are in Texas where they have some real cowgirls and cowboys. It was a first for all 3 of us. Bernard and I enjoyed the show but Brazienna got a huge kick out of it. She had on a denim jacket with her jeans and actual pink and white cowgirl boots. You could not tell her she wasn't a cowgirl last night. She was so intrigued by the horse show that she did not want to leave or participate in the children's halloween games...just wanted to watch the horses. We were in the very front row, which probably made it a little more exciting to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazienna decided she needs a cowboy hat. Oh boy, I'll be a on a wild goose chase for one because she will not forget. However, she decided that since she did not see any cows she could not possibly be a cowgirl and that she was a horsegirl! Imagine what goes through that mind when trying to make sense of something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113071217629172813?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113071217629172813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113071217629172813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113071217629172813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113071217629172813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-these-posts-are-out-of-order-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113070991536253046</id><published>2005-10-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T14:05:19.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple days after the pedicure, Brazienna still had orange nails and loved showing them off. Brazienna came home from school and was telling me that a boy at school wanted to see her toes. I was really only half listening to her but she kept on and on and on about this boy so I had her start her story over and I listened. She began to explain that a little boy in her class wanted to see her toes but she told him no because she could not take her shoes off in the cafeteria. I asked Brazienna if he got mad because she wouldn't take her shoes off and she said, "Well, he had a mad look on him face but I don't really think he was mad!". I was puzzled and finally asked why he wanted to see her toes and she said, "He wanted to see if they matched my fingers, mom!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, starting off young with the matching fingers and toes thing, huh? They are all 3 1/2 in her class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113070991536253046?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113070991536253046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113070991536253046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113070991536253046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113070991536253046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/10/couple-days-after-pedicure-brazienna.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-113035965095482355</id><published>2005-10-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:15:13.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I have had several questions as to why I have not been updating Brazienna’s blog and several requests to get it going again so here I go. I apologize and I did no9t even realize people were reading it regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazienna and I go get pedicures together. Brazienna really looks forward to our pecidures and she gets excited when it’s time to pick out her nail polich color, she always picks something off the wall. We just recently went and she chose orange because it’s close to Halloween. While Lin was painting our nails she got a phone call was speaking in Chinese. Brazienna perked up and said, “Hear them, mom? They are speaking Korean”. I told her they weren’t but she insisted they were. After many attempts at trying to convince her the ladies were speaking Chinese she still insists they were Korean. She saw a sign with Asian writing and said, “See them people are Korean!”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-113035965095482355?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/113035965095482355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=113035965095482355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113035965095482355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/113035965095482355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-i-have-had-several-questions-as_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112735896805549439</id><published>2005-09-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:16:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brazienna and I managed to get sick, flu like symptoms. Brazienna was sick for a few days, I am just now beginning to feel a tad bit better and Bernard managed to do a really good job at avoiding us and staying well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were limiting Brazienna's outside activities and outings because she was pretty sick. Well, she caught on to this whole idea and everytime we would look at her or I would sneeze, she wouls make it a point to say, "I feel a little better now".  I could hear her tosdsing and turning before I went to bed and when I went to check on her she woke up for a split second and said, "I feel a little better now".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112735896805549439?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112735896805549439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112735896805549439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112735896805549439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112735896805549439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/brazienna-and-i-managed-to-get-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112701899113237641</id><published>2005-09-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:49:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We decided Brazienna could have her own t.v. and dvd player in her room since we had Disney Channel on the Brain. Brazienna likes the morning time on Playhouse Disney, it's educational for preschool and toddler age kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We got her the Disney Princess t.v. and the Disney Princess dvd player for her room. I was cooking dinner and heard her getting real excited and laughing really loud. I just overlooked it the 1st couple times. When I heard it again, Bernard muted the t.v. he was watching and I took a peek into her room to see what she was so thrilled about. When I peeked in, she was watching the weather channel. I asked her what was so funny and exciting and she exclaimed, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I like this channel because I have all those states too!"&lt;/span&gt;. There was a map and she recognized the states. She would not turn the channel from the weather channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112701899113237641?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112701899113237641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112701899113237641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112701899113237641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112701899113237641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-decided-brazienna-could-have-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112702013491670174</id><published>2005-09-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:08:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_07291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_07291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_07311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_07311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have been spending a lot of time at Linens N Things since we moved into our apartment and had to basically start from scratch. I saw the cutest little bath toy and got it for Brazienna. It was a Plastic "Pretend" razor and the "shaving cream" was soap. It made Brazienna wanna take a bath instantly. She is always asking me questions when I shave my legs and I have explained it to her at least 500 times. Well, now when she takes a bath, she shaves her legs and arm pits and even her arms (with a pretend razor, of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112702013491670174?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112702013491670174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112702013491670174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112702013491670174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112702013491670174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-been-spending-lot-of-time-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112701941026322668</id><published>2005-09-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:56:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard and Brazienna were on our patio talking (Brazienna never stops talking) when Brazienna sat in her chair slipped her shoes off and leaned back with her hands behind her head. She told Bernard she was doing like Papa and explained what this entailed. She said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You have to put your feet on top of your flip flops and shake 1 foot, put your hands behind your head and lean back and you will be doing like Papa"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She doesn't forget a thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112701941026322668?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112701941026322668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112701941026322668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112701941026322668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112701941026322668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/bernard-and-brazienna-were-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112706952873058438</id><published>2005-09-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:52:08.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were driving on I-10 in Houston, following Bernard. We left Bernard's truck in Galveston while we went to Dallas for school. We picked up the truck after spending a few days in Galveston, and headed for Katy, TX. We were in a good bit of traffic and there is always traffic merging onto the interstate. A woman in a wanna-be SUV decided to get mad and throw her hands up because I didn't let her in between us and Bernard. I said, "Whatever lady, you drive your car and I'll drive mine". Brazienna caught sight of the gesture and my comment and quickly responded with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That darn hurricane and all of them hurricane victim people!". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was completely stunned that Brazienna would say something in regards to the hurricane and even more so that she knew the word "victim". Before I could explain it to her, she was explaining it to me. She explained that she wasn't mad at the victims because the hurricane was bad and took all of their stuff and their house. Imagine that, 3 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112706952873058438?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112706952873058438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112706952873058438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112706952873058438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112706952873058438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-were-driving-on-i-10-in-houston.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112707083999722643</id><published>2005-09-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T12:14:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;While we were in Dallas we heard the news talk about so many people going to Houston but we could not leave until I graduated and I figured Houston was big enough to accomodate that many people. We ate breakfast at Cracker Barrel and mapped out our plan to check out some apartments that caught our eye. Boy, were we in for a huge surprise. We ended up driving around for over 5 hours to every single apartment community we seen and FEMA had them all booked up. I had no idea that hurricane Katrina would cause us to be homeless but here we were...no one had a place for us to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reservebythelake.com"&gt;www.reservebythelake.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We finally found one with a great view, of the interstate! and we were gonna have to take it because it was the only 1 we found. I called the place we went to first because there was a chance that they would 1 apartment available. when I called, 20 minutes before they closed they said it must have been meant to be because they 1 apartment and we could have it. We were relieved and raced over to do the application to secure the apartment. We would not be able to move in for 4 days...off to Galveston we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112707083999722643?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112707083999722643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112707083999722643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112707083999722643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112707083999722643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/while-we-were-in-dallas-we-heard-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112579689949527950</id><published>2005-09-03T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:10:36.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We were on our way from Irving-Dallas to Houston-Katy and Brazienna had to go potty about 400 times. Okay, maybe not 400 but at least 150. One of the restrooms we went to had a baby changing station and Brazienna commented that she knew it was a place to change a baby's diaper. She thought for a second and said, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't need that cause I'm a potty train".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We arrived in Houston and there are hurricane victims everywhere. We stopped at a hotel and the first thing Brazienna does is look around and the check the room out. She started comparing the room with the room we had in Dallas. I asked her if she liked the room in Dallas or this one better and she said, "&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one in Dallas because this one is blah, the door handle things are blah, too"&lt;/strong&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/14114867-112579689949527950?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112579689949527950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112579689949527950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112579689949527950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112579689949527950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-were-on-our-way-from-irving-dallas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112571722378485957</id><published>2005-09-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:30:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, one more post that involves me. I passed my grueling oral exam with the FAA examiner and I passed. I got my license. A huge congrats to Ritchie and Eyan, too! Bernard and Brazienna had to spend most of the last 5 weeks sitting in a ho&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0624.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tel room while I was at school or studying hour upon of hour. I am putting this picture on the blog because Ritchie and Brazienna became friends. They are "studying". Ritchie would wait with me until Bernard and Brazienna picked me up so that he could see Brazienna and talk to her. The picture of Brazienna with her backpack was taken on our way to school that day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I was posting this, Brazienna caught it out of the corner of her eye and ran back and yelled, "I wanna see that picture of my friend!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112571722378485957?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112571722378485957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112571722378485957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571722378485957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571722378485957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-one-more-post-that-involves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112571819625587307</id><published>2005-09-01T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:29:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/close%20bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/close%20bean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bernard went to Toys R' Us and bought Brazienna a Barbie Laptop for kids. Brazienna was so thrilled until he pulled out the Tetris game he bought for me and him (it's the one with 2 controllers that hooks directly to the tv). Brazienna lost interest in her ne laptop and wanted to play Tetris. We were in the middle of a game and told her to wait until the game ended and she could play. Well, she went and sat in the corner and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Everybody is so excited, but I'm not excited at all".&lt;/strong&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/14114867-112571819625587307?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112571819625587307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112571819625587307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571819625587307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571819625587307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/09/bernard-went-to-toys-r-us-and-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112571860511461591</id><published>2005-08-31T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:36:45.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It looks like Brazienna at a Smurf. Nope, she took advantage of mommy studying in the lobby of the hotel. We were studying and she wanted Starburst candy (which she usually don't get) She was so surprised, yet entertained, by the idea of having a blue tongue that she wouldn't keep it in her mouth! Here's proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112571860511461591?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112571860511461591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112571860511461591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571860511461591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571860511461591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-looks-like-brazienna-at-smurf.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112571957332909997</id><published>2005-08-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:03:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brazienna and I decided to give Bernard the day to go out without us. Bernard decided to take the train into Dallas and go to the Sixth Floor Museum, which is the JFK Museum. This is the "X" where JFK was shot. Bernard took a whole lot more pics but this is not really a Brazienna story so I am limiting this entry to just a short one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.S. We don't know this man...Bernard didn't want to hand our camera over to a stranger while he stood in the middle of a busy street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112571957332909997?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112571957332909997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112571957332909997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571957332909997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571957332909997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/brazienna-and-i-decided-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112571914355526040</id><published>2005-08-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:45:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We bought Brazienna one of those wooden puzzles with the states on it. Brazienna has been enjoying the big 24 piece puzzles so she loves this one. She is getting really good at learning the states, where they are and a little something about each state. The first state she learned was Mississippi. I think she just likes to try to say it. Does anyone have any fun way to remember any states?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112571914355526040?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112571914355526040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112571914355526040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571914355526040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112571914355526040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-bought-brazienna-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112518619821510210</id><published>2005-08-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:43:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to Outback Steakhouse for a late lunch. We have started just giving Brazienna some of our food because she always wants what we have. Well, today we got "to go boxes" for our food since Bernard and I both had a lot left over. Brazienna decided she wanted hers in a to go box. There was no convincing her not to take her left overs. I posted a picture of the food she refused to leave at the restaurant. It consisted of a half of a crouton, a very small piece of bread and 2 pieces of dried tomato. Oh, the amusing things a 3 three year old thinks of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112518619821510210?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112518619821510210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112518619821510210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112518619821510210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112518619821510210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-went-to-outback-steakhouse-for-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112518757101265438</id><published>2005-08-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:06:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We have spent the last 4 weeks in a hotel so we eat out a whole lot! Too much, actually. We went to Olive Garden last night. Brazienna was being really good (she always is pretty good when we go out). But, she began chanting &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We want our food, we want our food"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She finally got her food and when the server came by to pick up the dishes we were done with she asked Bernard, "Can I take this out of your way?". Brazienna quickly responded with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"No!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Brazienna continued to eat and the server did not pick her plate until she had Brazienna's permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112518757101265438?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112518757101265438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112518757101265438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112518757101265438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112518757101265438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-have-spent-last-4-weeks-in-hotel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112518828009624416</id><published>2005-08-25T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:25:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0582.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am the only female in my class so when Brazienna and Bernard picked me up from my first day of school they saw me walking with 2 guys. Well, Brazienna decided they were my boyfriends. One of the guys happens to be staying at the same hotel we are. Whenever Brazienna see Eyan she says, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There's mommy's ole boyfriend".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Brazienna will say this in front of him and very loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I have been studying with Eyan a lot latelt and Brazienna will say, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mommy is going to study with her ole boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Eyan's girlfriend was coming in to town so we stopped studying and when I got back to the room I told Bernard that we were done because Eyan was going to pick up his girlfriend. Brazienna and said, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Daddy, you hear that? Mommy has a boyfriend AND a girlfriend, now!"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/14114867-112518828009624416?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112518828009624416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112518828009624416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112518828009624416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112518828009624416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-only-female-in-my-class-so-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112467205826880296</id><published>2005-08-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:54:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It doesn't have a whole lot to with anything cute that came out of Brazienna's mouth but...I passed my test on Friday!! The class has been kicking my butt. But I am 1 test closer to getting my F.A.A. Flight Operations License! I just wanted to shout to the world, "I passed my written test!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We were driving back from Toys R' Us and there were 2 low airplanes right above us (we are staying right outside the airport). Brazienna looked up and said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Aunt Amy, Randi Kay, Haley, Dave, are you on that airplane?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;. After a few seconds, brazienna said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hmm, I didn't hear anything, I guess they're not".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112467205826880296?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112467205826880296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112467205826880296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112467205826880296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112467205826880296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-doesnt-have-whole-lot-to-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112459499904311027</id><published>2005-08-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:29:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is totally cute! Bernard, Brazienna and I were driving to Red Lobster and I asked Bernard if wanted to go to W-a-l-m-a-r-t and buy a g-a-m-e. Bernard replied with "n-o", so I said o-k. Well Brazienna replied, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I wanna go to M-m-n-t"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Funny, huh? I thought it was because it was so innocent, yet so matter of fact. That's my little shopper! She loves to shop. We were at a department store one day and she did not want to sit in the cart. Well, after trying to convimce her, several times over, to sit down. I picked her up and we left the store. As we were walking out she was crying so hard and she begged &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, please spank me but I don't want to leave the store. I want to shop some more!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112459499904311027?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112459499904311027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112459499904311027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112459499904311027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112459499904311027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-one-is-totally-cute-bernard.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112459436875298872</id><published>2005-08-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:33:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0541.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We made it to Dallas. Actually, we are in Irving, TX. I go to school in Ft. Worth but everything here says that we are in Dallas. It's like one big city all mushed together. There is actually a lot to see and do here. I will posting pictures as we make our way around. I don't have time to do much but we try when I have a teeny little break from school. I was getting ready for my 3rd day of class and told Bernard that I would like to sleep in and skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Brazienna quickly chimed in and advised that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You have to go to school and learn a whole lot so you can buy me a new bedroom".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112459436875298872?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112459436875298872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112459436875298872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112459436875298872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112459436875298872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-made-it-to-dallas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112459148288287521</id><published>2005-07-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:31:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0547.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh boy, it's definately hot in Texas! Not that Florida and California isn't but I guess being in the beach makes you think it's even hotter. Bernard, Brazienna and I went swimming in the pool with Sarah, Belle and Collin on our second day in Galveston. Brazienna was a little bit afraid of the water because she had a hot tub mishap in California. Belle and Collin, on the other hand, all but have fins and gills. Bernard and I tried to get Brazienna to get over being afraid of the pool but she quickly reminded us of why she was afraid. Brazienna said, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Remember, when we were at Bobby's house and fell in the water? Mommy jumped in and got me and I puked all over Daddy! I don't want to Daddy again!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_05561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_05561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brazienna, Belle and Collin are reading the rules of the hot tub. Together, they decided that kids cannot go in the hot tub or the police will get them because the sign says that it is too hot for kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112459148288287521?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112459148288287521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112459148288287521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112459148288287521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112459148288287521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-boy-its-definately-hot-in-texas-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112458633589343837</id><published>2005-07-27T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:12:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We arrived in Texas on Wednesday, the 27th of July. Wow, it was a long drive and things got stressful once we got to Katy, Tx (the place we were going to store our stuff). We had reservations for a large storage unit at Self Storage and decided we would store Bernard's truck in the same place (at the recommendation of the Self Storage call center employee). We got there and the storage unit was too small and we were not allowed to put the truck there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, we called a friend in Galveston who d&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0543.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;id not hesitate to let us park the truck at their place on the beach in Galveston (thanks a bunch, Wayne and Sarah!). I had a few days before school started so we stayed there for 3 days. Brazienna had a blast because Sarah has a soon to be 3 year old and a soon to be 4 year old. Brazienna and Belle became instant best friends. We had to go someplace and Belle and Brazienna started screaming as if I was Brazienna was screaming &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let me stay with Belle!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Belle was screaming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Put her down, let go, that's my friend!". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112458633589343837?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112458633589343837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112458633589343837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112458633589343837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112458633589343837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-arrived-in-texas-on-wednesday-27th.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112458540560727054</id><published>2005-07-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:31:20.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_05771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_0577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, SO I have not been posting thoughts lately but I have a perfectly good excuse. I have been busy with a very intense 3 weeks of school. I have been writing things down so that I can post them when I have a second. Here I am and I actually have a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left California on Monday, July 25, 2005. We began our journey to Texas, a very long ride for a 3 year old. She was excited until we got to Arizona and the ride was getting long. Brazienna said,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "I don't wanna go to Texas but I know I have to".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We asked her why she did not want to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go to Texas and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; "Because, I know Homi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;misses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I miss her and I know Grandpa misses me and I miss him, too. But, uh, I know I have to go to Teaxs with mommy and daddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112458540560727054?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112458540560727054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112458540560727054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112458540560727054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112458540560727054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-so-i-have-not-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112201330730242625</id><published>2005-07-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:29:29.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/Brazienna%20close%20with%20sign3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/Brazienna%20close%20with%20sign3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We took a trip to Disney Land, the original, in Anaheim, California. The trip was a suprise for Brazienna. Well, Brazienna couldn't help but question what the surprise was. We didn't tell her anything about Disney but we told her maybe her surprise was Chuck E. Cheese, Toys "R" Us or the mall. We were almost to Anaheim when Brazienna said, &lt;em&gt;"Are we going to Disney Land?"&lt;/em&gt; Bernard and I looked at eachother and wondered how she knew but we still did not confirm her idea. On our way home, Brazienna said, &lt;em&gt;"I knew I was going to make you go to Disney Land today!". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We all had a lot of fun even though it was sooo dang hot! It was a scorcher and Bernard and I got sunburned. The tickets were a Christmas gift from Rose and Uwe. Thank you Rose and Uwe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/200/100_05061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112201330730242625?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112201330730242625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112201330730242625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112201330730242625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112201330730242625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-took-trip-to-disney-land-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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-14114867.post-112190615976284502</id><published>2005-07-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:35:59.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/1600/100_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5183/1267/320/100_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, here I am. A brand new blogger hoping it's not obvious that this is my first attempt at blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were lying in bed last night talking about our big move to Texas. I asked Bernard if he thoght his parents would cry when we left. Brazienna asked why my mom and I were crying when we left Florida to come bacl to California and I explained that I was crying because I was going to miss my mom and Nana was crying because she was going to miss Brazienna. Brazienna's response was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, nobody has to cry because I live all over the place. I live in California and Florida and Texas. I will protect everybody so nobody ever has to cry".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is a picture of Brazienna that was taken at a "Princess Tea Party".  What an adorable party for a bunch of 3 year olds! The princess attire was required to attend. So cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114867-112190615976284502?l=brazienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/feeds/112190615976284502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114867&amp;postID=112190615976284502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112190615976284502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114867/posts/default/112190615976284502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brazienna.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639328007531823190</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></feed>
