<?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-4870923941325242790</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:52:36.741-07:00</updated><category term='Baby Update'/><category term='First Day of School'/><title type='text'>Briggs Family</title><subtitle type='html'>"The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-904200721524916509</id><published>2009-03-31T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:13:28.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trey almost getting kicked out of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; guys I have been the worse blogger ever. It has been forever.  So I am going to try to catch up on what has been going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the day but I picked Trey up from school and I thought it was very odd that he just came running to the car and hurried and got in.  Usually he waits for me to drive up to where the teacher is, but not this day.  So I was getting ready to pull off and his teacher came running in the middle of the road to stop me.  So I stopped and rolled the window down and she proceeded to tell me that Trey got in trouble at school and he is on his third strike.  I asked what he did exactly, she said that he punched a kid in the privates.  I know this is bad, but I was really just laughing under my breathe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I just thought it is boys being boys.  So she told me that the next time he does something like this he will be kicked out of school.  That really caught my attention and really knew how serious this was.  His teacher just has to go by the school rules, which I respect but she knew it was a little harsh since he is only in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.  His teacher raised 5 boys of her own.  So we got home and everything fun was taken away from him and he had to call his dad and let him know what has happened.  So after that long emotional phone call, I sat him down and had a little chat with him, I told him if he doesn't cool it, I will go to school with him and hold his hand all day long if I have too.  He thought that would be embarrassing if his mom had to hold his hand in school. &lt;br /&gt;It was really funny when his dad got home from work he was hiding from him so he didn't have to talk to him or even see him.  Finally Scott asked him to come talk to him.  Scott was pretty harsh, he told him if he gets kicked out of school the only other option is boarding school. Trey didn't know what boarding school is so Scott explained to him that we would have to send him away and only come home on holidays. &lt;br /&gt;So I talked to his teacher the other day and asked how he has been in school.  She started laughing and asked what we did to him, because now he is the best behaved kid she has in the class.  I was really glad to hear that.  So I little chats with him helped.  That is how our month started out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-904200721524916509?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/904200721524916509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=904200721524916509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/904200721524916509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/904200721524916509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/trey-almost-getting-kicked-out-of.html' title='Trey almost getting kicked out of school.'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-8156521485058267070</id><published>2009-01-31T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:28:07.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trey on the new president</title><content type='html'>So the day the president was sworn in Trey had school so they had it on all day so the kids were able the witness the moment.  So was so excited to tell me all about the president and how cool it was to watch with all those people.  But he was very confused and he asked me why they  didn't dunk him under the water.  I asked him what?? I don't get what you mean.  He said well he put his arm up in the air and had his hand on the bible so why didn't they dunk him in the water.  It took me a minute or two to catch on but I finally did.  I started laughing and told him they swore him in as president not baptizing him.  He is the funniest kid.  You just never know what he is going to say next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-8156521485058267070?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8156521485058267070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=8156521485058267070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8156521485058267070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8156521485058267070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/trey-on-new-president.html' title='Trey on the new president'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-5914336382079560027</id><published>2009-01-12T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:38:22.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1ZNJKuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AOlFXHzOECU/s1600-h/CJ+Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290521631906249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1ZNJKuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AOlFXHzOECU/s320/CJ+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This Blog is going to have kinda of alot of pictures.  We blessing CJ, Saturday, January 3rd at the Maeser Stake Center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1Y4JaQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/UZrh0HX0C7E/s1600-h/Edited+CJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290521626270122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1Y4JaQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/UZrh0HX0C7E/s320/Edited+CJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He looked so cute in his tux. I have gotten a separate tux for each of my boys so they can have them when they have kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1YLjzBGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-fkCQEU4zAc/s1600-h/Craig+and+CJ+Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290521614301201506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1YLjzBGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-fkCQEU4zAc/s320/Craig+and+CJ+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig blessed CJ for us.  He did such a great job.  Thanks Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1X7H1AdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oC2x8RMFw4k/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290521609888924114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1X7H1AdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oC2x8RMFw4k/s320/2009_0103november20080004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Jen took some great pictures for us.  She took this one of all the guys standing in a circle holding CJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1XMh2c0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/nR86SSpf74o/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080003_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290521597381604162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1XMh2c0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/nR86SSpf74o/s320/2009_0103november20080003_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who stood in the circle, was L to R Duke Holmes, Garn Anderson, Mark Holmes, Craig Timothy, Bishop McCellan, and John Iverson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz5uopnlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8P2zXL_IVzw/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080012_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519991629225554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz5uopnlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8P2zXL_IVzw/s320/2009_0103november20080012_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Our cute little family after the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz4weaygI/AAAAAAAAAJE/I_fEDaQUZWk/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080009_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519974943312386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz4weaygI/AAAAAAAAAJE/I_fEDaQUZWk/s320/2009_0103november20080009_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Briggs Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L to R Peggy Briggs, Char, CJ, Scott, Floyd Briggs, Trey and Masen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz4IFck3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0QCJfh3WPUw/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080019_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519964101153650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz4IFck3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0QCJfh3WPUw/s320/2009_0103november20080019_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Timothy Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kade Rouska, Liz Timothy, Jade Timothy, Breanne Timothy, Craig Timothy, Granny Annie Roberts, Phil Timothy, Joanne Timothy, Jace Timothy, Maddie Rouska, Logan Timothy, Makenzie Timothy, Jannetta Timothy, Jen Rouska, Janessa Timothy, Brian Timothy and Tyler Timothy.  The only person not in the photo was Bryan Rouska he had to work that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz3qbkDWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PXZsBlrW190/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519956140854626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz3qbkDWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PXZsBlrW190/s320/2009_0103november20080047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blessing, Craig got CJ in his other clothes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz3PmejlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gLbYucoYK3w/s1600-h/2009_0103november20080048_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519948938874450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWuz3PmejlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gLbYucoYK3w/s320/2009_0103november20080048_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After CJ was all dressed we went to golden corral and ate dinner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-5914336382079560027?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5914336382079560027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=5914336382079560027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/5914336382079560027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/5914336382079560027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/cjs-blessing.html' title='CJ&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWu1ZNJKuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AOlFXHzOECU/s72-c/CJ+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-301420630141350329</id><published>2009-01-06T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:06:11.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masen's First Day of Speech/Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM-OctMiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e6_b-8pqkc0/s1600-h/PICT1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288295756865548834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM-OctMiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e6_b-8pqkc0/s320/PICT1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Masen's&lt;/span&gt; first day of speech/preschool.  He was so excited to go to school he woke up around 6:00am and I did make him go bad to bed even though I was up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;.  So he went back to bed and got back up 45 minutes later and asked "school?" I told him not for awhile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM9urzh9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mnM7tejaJV0/s1600-h/PICT1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288295748338943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM9urzh9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mnM7tejaJV0/s320/PICT1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we took Trey to school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; cleaned his room so it would be nice and clean for when he got home from school.   Then we got his clothes on and his hair combed.  Then we found his book bag to take with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM9H21hWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6dlGSMMB1AQ/s1600-h/PICT1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288295737916228962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM9H21hWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6dlGSMMB1AQ/s320/PICT1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed to the bus stop at the end of our road.  We had to wait for a few minutes before the bus got there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; was so excited when he saw the bus coming he started giggle and smiling really big.  We got out and I walked him up to the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM8ZVnidI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1cZIasjK3vo/s1600-h/PICT1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288295725428869586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM8ZVnidI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1cZIasjK3vo/s320/PICT1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He just walked right on like he has did it million times before.  I really wanted to get a picture of him on the bus so we had to get him out of his seat so I could get a picture of him and the morning bus driver.  He was the only one on the bus.  He sat right next to the window he looked so big sitting there on the bus. He waved as the bus took him away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and picked him up at the bus stop at 2:00 and the bus driver said he was an angel and wished she had ten more just like him.  I was really worried about him on the bus because I didn't know if he would get on and stay sitting or if he would get up and run around. But thankfully he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day his teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rayma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McCarrel&lt;/span&gt; called and let me know how his first day of school went.  She said he was really good. He listened very well, and joined in every activity they had for him.  She said he acted like he has been going just as long as the rest of the kids there.  I really couldn't believe my 2 boys are in school already.  It just doesn't seem real yet.  But I know preschool/speech school will be really good for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-301420630141350329?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/301420630141350329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=301420630141350329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/301420630141350329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/301420630141350329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/masens-first-day-of-speechpreschool.html' title='Masen&apos;s First Day of Speech/Preschool'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SWPM-OctMiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e6_b-8pqkc0/s72-c/PICT1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-3163044578671144168</id><published>2009-01-01T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:27:25.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>On new year's eve day we didn't do a whole lot because Scott had to work and Trey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; were in Manila. They went up there to a kids New Year's Eve party at their Aunt Niki's house. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed home and got the house cleaned which stayed clean all day long. That night Scott and I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; to my mom and dad's house where they kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; all night for us. Then we went pot bowling with Wade, Britney, Shayla Wilson, Cody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wilkens&lt;/span&gt;, Floyd, Peggy, Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Slaugh&lt;/span&gt; and Craig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McCarrell&lt;/span&gt;. It was such a fun group to go with. At the New Year's Pot Bowling they had door prizes you could win and strike tickets. But of course as unlucky as Scott and I are we didn't win anything. We got finished bowling around 1:00am and then went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-3163044578671144168?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3163044578671144168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=3163044578671144168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/3163044578671144168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/3163044578671144168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-8557670188454172505</id><published>2008-12-31T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:41:30.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masen's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT5yKSW-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/D2h9FSOoMss/s1600-h/PICT1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051577320332258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT5yKSW-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/D2h9FSOoMss/s320/PICT1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Today Masen turns 3!!! I think he is finally understanding what a birthday is. He was so excited all day long for his party to start and to get his birthday cake, that he picked out by himself. This morning he got a phone call from Geffore the Giraffe (Toys R Us Mascot). He called to tell Masen Happy Birthday. We missed the call but he left a message on our answering machine. Masen figured out how to play the message over and over again. Everytime it came on his little face would light up with excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT5W47NGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ebB8TfBmdAc/s1600-h/PICT1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051569999754338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT5W47NGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ebB8TfBmdAc/s320/PICT1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Masen was so excited about his cake. It was a Handy Manny cake. He love Handy Manny on the Disney channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT4_tIg2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/h-Ikndz2wa4/s1600-h/PICT1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051563776279394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT4_tIg2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/h-Ikndz2wa4/s320/PICT1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Masen just couldn't wait for everyone to get there. So he just helped himself to a little taste of the icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT403t8RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8Diq5rhr5dc/s1600-h/PICT1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051560867885330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT403t8RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8Diq5rhr5dc/s320/PICT1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really couldn't get mad at him for messing his cake up. It just wouldn't be a Masen cake unless it had a tasting mark in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT4Vwo4UI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g4GKP7CxXB4/s1600-h/PICT1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286051552516694338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT4Vwo4UI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g4GKP7CxXB4/s320/PICT1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For his birthday we had all the family up for cake and ice cream. Masen was so excited for all the kids to come to the house and play. He got lots of Handy Manny toys, Little Einstiens, and Mickey Mouse. He loves those show on the Disney channel, now he has the toys to play with. I just can't believe he 3 already. It seems like I just had him not to long ago. It is just the cutest ever and always keeps me on my toes. Happy Birthday Masen. We Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-8557670188454172505?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8557670188454172505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=8557670188454172505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8557670188454172505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8557670188454172505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-masen-turns-3-i-think-he-is.html' title='Masen&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SVvT5yKSW-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/D2h9FSOoMss/s72-c/PICT1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-1257747071544600125</id><published>2008-12-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:54:16.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137671495416&amp;amp;site=widget-f8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671495416&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p1/3170534137671495416/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671495416&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p2/3170534137671495416/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3170534137671495416&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p4/3170534137671495416/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day!!! We didn't get up until 7:45, we were really surprised because the kids didn't get up early like we thought they would. They were so excited that Santa came and left them a whole bunch of toys. After the boys opened everything from Santa, we opened all the presents from us and other people gave us. They had a ball tearing apart the wrapping paper. After we opened presents we cleaned up and the boys played with there new toys. Craig, Liz, Bryan,Jen and the kids all came up about 10:30 and came to see what we got for Christmas. My boys were so excited. While they were here Craig and Bryan got playing with Masen and they were throwing him back and forth in the air, he was having a blast. Masen is usually the center of attention with everyone. After they left we got ready and went up to my mom and dad's house for Christmas dinner. After we ate we visited for alittle while. Then we went up to the rest of my family's houses to see what they got for Christmas. It was a long day but I was really glad my boys had a very good Christmas. They are what make the holidays and keep us in the spirit of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-1257747071544600125?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1257747071544600125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=1257747071544600125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1257747071544600125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1257747071544600125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-8823805709708251614</id><published>2008-12-25T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:54:35.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve at Craig and Liz's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-59.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137671283801&amp;amp;site=widget-59.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671283801&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p1/3170534137671283801/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671283801&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p2/3170534137671283801/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3170534137671283801&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p4/3170534137671283801/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we go up to Craig and Liz's house for a great family party. We haven't been to there house in the last few years because Scott's family normally does everything on Christmas eve. We go up there and eat until we are sick, my mom does a little play with the grand kids, and then we open up pajamas. It is always a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the play this year my mom did the nativity scene, she wanted to do it because we had a baby Jesus this year. It was so cute. Maddi was Mary, Jace was Joseph, CJ was Jesus, Tyler, Trey and Logan were wise men, and Masen was an angel and the star. This year Logan wasn't able to do the play because he was sick with the flu. Everyone did a really good job. Masen as always was the entertainer, he was a roaming angel through the play and then my mom gave him the star to hold he became the shooting star. He went around hitting everyone with the star and sticking his tongue out at everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play was over, all the kids were dying to open there presents. So after they open the presents all the kids went and put the pajamas on to show them off. We all stuck around and visited for awhile. While we were visiting Masen warmed up to Craig and Bryan so they started wrestling with him. Then they had a great idea of sliding Masen on the wood floor. They would take his legs and just push him as hard as they could and he would slide across the floor on his back. It was so funny because they went the wrong direction one time and his head bounced across the floor, because their wood floor is rippled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile we headed to home to put the kids to bed, which my kids were so excited that Santa was coming, I didn't think they would go to sleep once we got home. Luckily, when we got home they both zonked out really fast. Thanks Craig and Liz for a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-8823805709708251614?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8823805709708251614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=8823805709708251614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8823805709708251614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8823805709708251614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-at-craig-and-lizs.html' title='Christmas Eve at Craig and Liz&apos;s'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-1286660034708268440</id><published>2008-12-23T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:57:06.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Briggs' Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137671160154&amp;amp;site=widget-5a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671160154&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p1/3170534137671160154/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671160154&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p2/3170534137671160154/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137671160154&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p4/3170534137671160154/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; party on the 23rd with Scott's family. They came down and we have dinner and then open all the presents they give us and we give them. The way the day goes is I cook dinner at our house, while the guys cook the prime rib down at the shop. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; it is almost an all day process) The way the guys cook the prime rib is, Scott built a big cast iron pan to cook it in. They put it on the camp chef and slowly cook it. Every once in awhile they will use the weed burner to heat the top so it will cook evenly. It is really good. For the appetizers we had cold shrimp, spinach dip, veggie and fruit tray. For dinner we had, prime rib, funeral potatoes, 7-up jello salad and rolls. For dessert we had Apple crisp cake with sauce and a pumpkin roll. After we eat dinner and stuff ourselves we open up presents. My kids could not wait to open presents. From Grandpa Gene and Nancy they get money, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they don't need anything. (which my kids get so excited about. They think they are so big when they go to the bank and hand them the money to put into their savings) From Grandpa Floyd and Grandma Briggs they all got a basketball banker and 2 basketballs and they got a whole bunch of cute clothes. From Uncle Wade they got sling shots- thanks uncle wade we'll be sending the repair bills to your house, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; got a cute Denver Broncos Shirt. From Aunt Niki, Trey got a hunting camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;play set&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; got a lion, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; got a fun little push toy. Scott got his king size blanket for our bed. It is so beautiful his mom is the best sewer/quilter ever and he got a movie from his mom and dad. From his grandpa he got a gift card to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cabelas&lt;/span&gt;. I got a really cool digital picture frame thing you take with you in your purse, and a pair of pajama pants from Scott's mom and dad. Thanks everyone. After we opened presents we had dessert and watch a video Gene got from a relative they put a whole bunch of old pictures of Floyd when he was a kids and some old films of Manila and family back in like the 1950's. It was so fun to watch and see how much Manila has really changed and how much the family has changed also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-1286660034708268440?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1286660034708268440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=1286660034708268440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1286660034708268440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1286660034708268440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/briggs-christmas-party.html' title='Briggs&apos; Christmas Party'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-7695367783379585108</id><published>2008-12-20T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:25:25.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta love her!!</title><content type='html'>This is the funniest thing ever.  We were out delivery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; presents on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; to all of the family.  Well we called Bryan and Jen to see when they were going to be home so we could stop by. They told us they were at the show and will be home around 9:00.  While we were waiting for them to get home we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; to eat dinner (Since it was already 8:30 and we hadn't fed the kids yet).  We were just getting finished and walking out the door, Bryan, Jen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;, Maddie, Breanne, Jade, and Logan came walking in.  Jen said How are ya, where did you go for dinner. We were standing in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and Scott had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; cup in his had. I have never laughed so hard in my life.  Jen asked if we would just forget that she said that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it was a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; moment.  We love your guts Jen.  We just never know what your going to say or do next.  That is why we love ya so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-7695367783379585108?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7695367783379585108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=7695367783379585108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/7695367783379585108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/7695367783379585108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-gotta-love-her.html' title='You gotta love her!!'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-149750432963737820</id><published>2008-11-19T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:04:47.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEP Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiQAV2nUbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I4ghI92OmvI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF6445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271621699377779122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiQAV2nUbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I4ghI92OmvI/s320/Copy+of+DSCF6445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Trey's SEP conference. I was really curious to see his progress so far this year. I have already seen a huge improvement in his numbers, letters, and being able to read more words. He was doing great in all the areas that they are suppose doing and ahead in some of the other areas. There was just one thing they had a problem with. I guess Trey and a bunch boys at recess are playing hunting games and making fake guns with their hands and hunting animals. I didn't know this until I went and met with his teacher. I didn't really think much of him doing this at school because he is always doing this at home. Not thinking it was a big no no at school. There is another rule at recess is that they can't wrestle with each other. They can play tag but they can't physically grab each other. So they have been getting in trouble at recess for this and it is carrying onto the bus and into the classroom after recess is over. So we have been trying to get him to quit this behavior but I guess they can't be boys anymore at school. I just thought that is what boys do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-149750432963737820?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/149750432963737820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=149750432963737820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/149750432963737820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/149750432963737820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/sep-conference.html' title='SEP Conference'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiQAV2nUbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I4ghI92OmvI/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCF6445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-1957063726412753754</id><published>2008-11-17T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:43:20.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cj's first bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiDa0aoyLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0Pn7Dz5-luE/s1600-h/PICT1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271607860607371442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiDa0aoyLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0Pn7Dz5-luE/s320/PICT1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so excited to give CJ his first real bath in the sink. It was about 2 weeks after he was born his belly button thing finally fell off so we were able to give him a real bath.  He loved it so much.  He just laid there and enjoyed the warm water.  I can't believe how time is going by so quickly.  I can't believe he is already 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-1957063726412753754?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1957063726412753754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=1957063726412753754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1957063726412753754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1957063726412753754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/cjs-first-bath.html' title='Cj&apos;s first bath'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiDa0aoyLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0Pn7Dz5-luE/s72-c/PICT1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-4193942192749061363</id><published>2008-11-15T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:47:50.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the clippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiAy-siFrI/AAAAAAAAADk/jZo6_kYCiio/s1600-h/PICT1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271604977148761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiAy-siFrI/AAAAAAAAADk/jZo6_kYCiio/s320/PICT1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; you just never know with him. Scott and I were getting ready to go pot bowling on Saturday. My mom just came up to watch the boys. The boys were in the shower (so I thought). Trey come running out of the bathroom to tell us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; had the clippers. So I went into the bathroom and sure enough he did. I left them out on the counter because the battery was completely dead on them, because I tried using them earlier that day to trim up the back of Trey's hair. They were so dead I couldn't even get them to turn on. They had just enough juice left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; to buzz the top of his head clear to the scalp and the side of his head. So we weren't able to fix this unless we buzz his whole head as short as where he buzzed it. I love the kid to death and wouldn't trade him for anything, but I wish he would get out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-4193942192749061363?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4193942192749061363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=4193942192749061363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/4193942192749061363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/4193942192749061363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/attack-of-clippers.html' title='Attack of the clippers'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SSiAy-siFrI/AAAAAAAAADk/jZo6_kYCiio/s72-c/PICT1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-6301814288588251268</id><published>2008-11-06T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:58:33.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie J (CJ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376170511009&amp;amp;site=widget-a1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376170511009&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p1/288230376170511009/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=288230376170511009&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p2/288230376170511009/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376170511009&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p4/288230376170511009/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie J Briggs (CJ) was born on Election Day, November 4, 2008 at 9:48pm. He weighed 8 lbs. 3 oz. and 21 1/2 inches long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hospital at 6:30 am to have the doctor start me, because we were afraid he was going to be a big baby if I went full term so he started me two weeks early. (which I am glad he did). We got to the hospital and they did the IV and got me all situated and then about 7:45 they started the drip.  When they checked me at 7:30I was only dilated at a 2. I thought it was going to be a quick delivery, because with Masen it only took me 6 hours to have him.  Well I was in labor all day long.  They checked me again about 3:30 and I was only at a 3. Which I was really disappointed.  The nurse said that when Dr. B comes and I have progress anymore he is going to send me home and try again tomorrow. I was really stressing then because I wasn't about to go home.   So Dr. B was almost to the hospital about 4:30 and the nurse check me and when I sat up after he checking me, what I thought was my actual water breaking, but it was called a fore bag (it is where some of the water seals off and makes its own pocket.) I was so glad becuase I knew I was there for the long haul.  But I was still at a 3.  Dr. B said it was probably going to be 8 or 9 more hours.  I was so tired by then but I was so excited to see what our little guy was going to look like.  Finally about 6:30 Dr B came and checked me again before he went home and I was at a 5 and he decided to break my water.  Yea finally I will progress alittle faster.  He came back about 9:15ish and checked me again and I was at a 7.  So my mom and Jen went home to do some stuff because we thought it was going to be another couple hours.  I had the nurse check me again about 9:40 and I was at a 10.  I asked the nurse if there was any possible way to wait until my mom and Jen came back. So Scott called them and told them they had about 5 minutes to get back to the hospital.  They made it on time. While Dr. B was getting his get up on.  We were all laughing and joking about the bets everyone made about the times the baby was going to be born.  Jen had 9:37, Peggy had 9:45, Scott had 10:15, The Nurse Becky had 10:35, My mom had 10:45, and Dr B had 11:15. So it was 9:45 and Scott told Dr. B that he was the next one to win the bet.  Dr. B goes well then I will take my time getting ready then.  Lone behold I pushed maybe twice and the baby was here, Dr. B barely had enought time to put his gloves on the catch. He came really quickly.  He was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  &lt;br /&gt;Scott, my Mom, and my sister Jen was in there. Jen was going to take pictures of the baby after he arrived so we could get those first moments of him.  Thanks Jen!!!  After they got me cleaned up my boys were able to come in and see the baby.  They fell in love with him as soon as they seen him.  My Mom and Dad, Peggy, Wade, Niki, Max, Craig, Liz, and Jen were all there at the hospital to see CJ for the first time.  I love my family to death becuase they are there to support me.  Everyone in the hospital was asking me if I was going to name CJ, Barack because he was born on the day he made history of being the first elected black president.  I am really thankful he was healthy and so perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-6301814288588251268?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6301814288588251268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=6301814288588251268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/6301814288588251268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/6301814288588251268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/charlie-j-cj.html' title='Charlie J (CJ)'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-8810219443755602184</id><published>2008-10-29T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:10:00.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had alittle scare today!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up the morning about 7:30 and had  a really bad cramp in my side where I had a hard time taking a breath and I was feeling lots of pressure.  I just played it off for awhile and got my house cleaned and a few other odds and ends.  Then I finally decided to call the OB at the hospital around 11:30(since my doctor is out of town) to see if I needed to be worried about it or not.  When I finally called they asked a few general questions like how far along are ya, when was your last appointment, and when the last time I felt the baby move.  I told them all the answer, but never really thought about when the baby moved last so I thought about it for a minute and I realize I hadn't felt the baby move since 10:00 the night before.  So they told me to come and they needed to put me on the monitor to see if the baby is ok.  I got they hooked me up on everything and the baby's heart rate was good but after about 20 minutes he still didn't show any signs of movement.  So they went and got this little zapper thing (which made me nervous).  The nurse knew my mom and I was were worried when she said zapper, so she explained that it just makes a wierd noise the baby doesn't like. When she did it, the baby jumped and I think it really made him mad because his heart rate went from 130ish to 160ish and stayed there the rest of the time we were there. They kept me there for an hour. While they were monitoring me they checked to see if I was dilated.  I told them I probably wouldn't be cuz I went to the doctor a week ago and I was doing anything and with my other two I just didn't dilate until they induced me.  But they insisted on checking, to my surprise I was at a 2-3.  That made me really excited.  When they were getting to release me they noticed that I was contracting while I was there also, but I didn't really notice cuz they didn't hurt at all it just felt like lots of pressure.  So they had to recheck to see if I was dilated anymore and if I was they were going to keep me.  But of course I hadn't changed so they sent me home, and they said they will be kinda suprised if they don't see before the end of the weekend.  I am really glad the baby is ok, it is just alittle scary not knowing if they are ok or not being this far along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-8810219443755602184?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8810219443755602184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=8810219443755602184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8810219443755602184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8810219443755602184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/had-alittle-scare-today.html' title='Had alittle scare today!!'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-6839482835779547352</id><published>2008-10-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:57:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You just never know with Masen</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; and I hung out pretty much all day together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Trey was at his friend's house.  For some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; is just in love with his body parts and what they can do.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; was walking around the house all day holding on to his boy parts. I kept asking him if he needed to go to the bathroom, he would just tell me no. So I went on cleaning the house again.  Then I finally asked him why he his holding himself all day, then he got really emotional and with the saddest, whiniest voice ever, he sadly told me that he had a hole in his wiener.  It was all I could do not to laugh hysterically.  I had to calm his down because he really thought something was wrong.  I finally explained to him the best I could with him only being 2 1/2 years old that the hole is suppose to be there.  With this child I just never know what is going to come out of his mouth next or what he is going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-6839482835779547352?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6839482835779547352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=6839482835779547352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/6839482835779547352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/6839482835779547352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-just-never-know-with-masen.html' title='You just never know with Masen'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-6482353649633027116</id><published>2008-10-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:53:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masen and the Urinal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP353rez__I/AAAAAAAAADU/bSJzzySMgW4/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259634674798690290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP353rez__I/AAAAAAAAADU/bSJzzySMgW4/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott, Trey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; and the rest of Scott's family went to Montana the last part of September.  Of course I couldn't go because the doctor told me that it wasn't a good idea to travel that far in a car.  They left here and went through Yellowstone and finished going to Montana.  On the way they stopped and let the kids out for a little while, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; had to pee really bad and Scott was trying to get him to go in the stall and pee in the normal toilet but he insisted on using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;urinal.  Scott thought it was so funny he had his camera with him while they at Yellowstone and hurried and took a picture of him using it just like he was as big as everyone else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-6482353649633027116?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6482353649633027116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=6482353649633027116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/6482353649633027116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/6482353649633027116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/masen-and-urinal.html' title='Masen and the Urinal'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP353rez__I/AAAAAAAAADU/bSJzzySMgW4/s72-c/IMG_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-1352079178001300761</id><published>2008-10-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:05:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Masen ready for the baby????</title><content type='html'>So the other day we were sitting in the chair and Masen was on my lap and we were talking about baby CJ coming.  I asked him are ready for baby CJ to come?  His responds was no baby stinky.  I said well that is ok you were stinky too.  Then the next day we were doing the same thing and I asked him if he is ready for his baby brother to come. Masen then replied no baby monkey.  This boy is totally in love with monkeys.  While we were talking a baby was on t.v. and it started crying and I asked him again and he said ya. Then he proceeded to lift my shirt to see my belly and I couldn't figure out what the heck he was doing.  He first poked my belly and said wake up then that wasn't good enough he got both hands and started shaking my belly really hard and put his mouth up next to it and shouted wake up CJ. I think he was trying to get CJ to start crying like the one on T.V.  With Masen you just don't know what he is going to next.  He is always keeping up on our toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-1352079178001300761?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1352079178001300761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=1352079178001300761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1352079178001300761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/1352079178001300761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/masen-loves-monkeys.html' title='Is Masen ready for the baby????'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-4043783408874113600</id><published>2008-09-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:03:48.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Update'/><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SNlXh6NStrI/AAAAAAAAACA/gQzQdHWx3Js/s1600-h/CCF09232008_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SNlXh6NStrI/AAAAAAAAACA/gQzQdHWx3Js/s320/CCF09232008_00000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249323080749332146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another appointment for just the normal pregnancy checkup. My appointment was at 9:45 and of course Dr. B was behind so I didn't get to see hime until 10:50 which was ok because I had no control over that.  But while I was there I asked him if he would start me early so I wouldn't have a 9lb baby again like Masen was at a week early.  So he told me that he would start me as soon as 38 weeks. So that changed my due date from November 16 to November 3. He told me that I could be started October 31 or November 3 I told him I would rather be started the 3rd because if the baby was born on Halloween he would probably come out with horns so something. It worked out really well for both of us because he looked at his schedule he was going to be out of town at my orginal due date. I am so excited that means I have only 6 weeks left.  Dr. B is going to do another ultrasound in 4 weeks to see if the baby is still breech and I hope he is turned by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-4043783408874113600?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4043783408874113600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=4043783408874113600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/4043783408874113600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/4043783408874113600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SNlXh6NStrI/AAAAAAAAACA/gQzQdHWx3Js/s72-c/CCF09232008_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870923941325242790.post-8179674523082280487</id><published>2008-09-06T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:09:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4870923941325242790-8179674523082280487?l=scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8179674523082280487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4870923941325242790&amp;postID=8179674523082280487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8179674523082280487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4870923941325242790/posts/default/8179674523082280487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scbriggsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>charly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883971160138448423</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-4870923941325242790.post-3367813446705821810</id><published>2008-09-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:45:39.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Day of School'/><title type='text'>Trey's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP1CK0upfQI/AAAAAAAAADM/9FzSOz2a0kI/s1600-h/PICT0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432693559033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP1CK0upfQI/AAAAAAAAADM/9FzSOz2a0kI/s320/PICT0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP1AdlfA24I/AAAAAAAAADE/f9CCxSgfIlM/s1600-h/PICT0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259430816861182850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uC_RnAKhukg/SP1AdlfA24I/AAAAAAAAADE/f9CCxSgfIlM/s320/PICT0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trey's first day of school was so sad. I couldn't believe that I have a child in school already. YIKES!!! He was so excited for his first day. I thought I might have a hard time getting him to stay in class, but I got there we found his class room and his desk Trey looked up at me and said ok Mom you can go now. I almost teared up and I said are you sure your ok I can stay a few minutes longer, but he replied no I am big now and can stay and there aren't any other moms here. I gave him a big hug and kiss and told him to be good and see ya in a couple hours. Masen on the hand had a hard time leaving his big brother at school. Masen thought he was going to be big and stay too. The only way that I was getting him to leave his brother was I told him that we would go find his 3 cousins that go to the same school, Logan, Jace and Maddie. So on the way out the door we seen Logan and Jace walking down the hall and he said Hi. 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