<?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-3403339784656328079</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:31:48.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Benge/ Laster family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2302742180961824388</id><published>2011-07-12T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:48:00.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Fat and more fat!!!!</title><content type='html'>So this is me for now, once again I gained 50 pounds during my pregnancy. Why does it seem so right when I'm pregnant to just be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with eating a whole container of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; cookies, or 3 helpings of mashed potatoes? It's not just that I HAVE to eat this much, it's that I feel like I will die if I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;succumb&lt;/span&gt; to the temptation of eating 10 servings of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; chips. So now I sit here and wonder how in the world can I not have any control when I'm pregnant? This I may never know, and will never try to explore that again. Now I am 11 weeks post &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;par tum&lt;/span&gt; and I am at 195 lbs. I'm not afraid to admit this. I'm afraid that in 6 months I will still weight that much. I'm currently nursing Emma so I can't do anything "drastic" like starvation or practice purging my meals, how ever I did try to make my self purge after realizing that 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; with the campfire "huge" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marsh mellows&lt;/span&gt; contained a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whopping&lt;/span&gt; 720 calories. I would of succeeded but for some reason my darling husband had a fit of it, not really sure why but what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;. Though I was really upset after finding out the calorie intake when I had been 400 calories under my daily allowance and thought for sure that I could have two and not go over... Boy was I wrong. So anyway, I am currently eating LARGE 3-400 calorie salads for lunch and dinner and Eggs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Benedict&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast. This puts me at about 1300 calories a day, with my vitamins, and fiber supplements. The best part of a salad is the lettuce itself is filling and you can eat a hole head and not break 100 calories. (I don't, just saying) My goal is to lose 2lbs a week and be back to my ideal weight of 140 by the end of January. I'm up to any suggestions anyone has to help lose weight safely. I try to run for 30min a day as well as a workout tape for 20 min. I would of thought that I would of lost a pound by now, but still no luck. Hopefully my body will see soon that it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to let go of the fat. (This post is not to judge anyone by how much they weigh or where they enjoy their ideal personal weight to be, and just because I find myself at an unhealthy fat of 195, does not mean in anyway that if you are at this weight or above that I see you the way that I view myself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2302742180961824388?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2302742180961824388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2302742180961824388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2302742180961824388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2302742180961824388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/fat-fat-and-more-fat.html' title='Fat Fat and more fat!!!!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3050822823175134410</id><published>2011-06-06T09:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:15:30.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Emma June</title><content type='html'>The morning of April 25Th I'm asleep but I'm dreaming, dreaming about being in labor, every time I roll over I have a contraction. You know the dreams where your not sure if your dreaming about the alarm going off or if it really is... this is the dreaming about labor I'm having. About 4:30 am my husband wakes me to give me a kiss before leaving for work. I tell him "I might be calling you later every time I roll over I have a contraction". Still half asleep so I'm not sure whats real. 6:30am comes and it's time to get the older boys up for school, I notice that while walking around the house I'm becoming crampy. The bus comes at 7:20 I kiss them and send them out to the bus. I decide that I would go ahead and start packing my bags for the hospital meanwhile the contractions/crampy feelings start having a rhythm to them coming more frequently. I decide to take a shower and give my husband a call. I know that when I get induced that once the contractions start coming I have my babies in a couple hours. Since my husband works a half hour away in the town that the hospital is at where we plan to give birth I know that if I wait till the contractions are minutes apart I could have the baby on the way. So about 10:00 We drop Phisher off with Phil's sister Jennie and we head to the hospital. Every pot hole gives me a contraction. We get to the hospital and they check my vitals, and my blood pressure was high, they have me lay on my left side in which case stops my contractions. They check me and I'm dilated to 2 maybe 3, in which that's what I was on Friday (this is happening on a Monday). So they let me lay for an hour check me again and I haven't progressed at all. The nurse tells me to go home have sex and come back on Wednesday when I'm scheduled to be induced. She reminds me that this is my forth baby and that I haven't gone on my own yet and won't, that my body just doesn't know how to go into labor on its own. She also proceeds to tell me that what I'm feeling is just the weight of the baby pressing on my uterus... So while waiting to be released Phil decides to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xKorusgi8c/TgFqrlnf4bI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uyi_sGB_Nfo/s1600/photo10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620891106999787954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xKorusgi8c/TgFqrlnf4bI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uyi_sGB_Nfo/s400/photo10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We get released around 11:30 and decide to stop and have lunch at Pizza Hut. While walking into Pizza Hut the contractions come back, all I can think is this is so dumb, I KNOW This is LABOR, but maybe I don't know, because I have never gone into labor on my own. We finish lunch and we are getting ready to leave the parking lot and I experience another contraction followed by me peeing myself.... I think maybe this is my water breaking but I chalk it up to "how nice I just peed myself in my new vehicle and caused my husband to lose a days wages for nothing". We make it home do as the nurse tells us to do, not to be to descriptive but I'm having contractions the whole time. We are all adults here and just duly note that it was ALL business and no fun. True story. By this time its 2:00, the contractions are getting stronger (of course my water broke, than I had my husband do "work" to soften my cervix for Wednesday, novel idea nurse). My mom calls me and I tell her the situation my contractions are coming every 5min, and lasting a minute. She tells me I'm in labor and that I know this and to go back to the hospital. We had already picked Phisher back up from Jennies, so we take Phish back to Jennies and than we head back to the hospital. The nurse Is COMPLETELY annoyed with my return. Picture if you will the receptionist from Monsters inc. It's 3:15 she checks to see my progress still 2 to 3. She hooks me up me back up says she will go ahead and monitor me for an hour. The contractions are very strong at this point, and all I can think about is going #2. So what do I put my poor dear husband through now? You might have guessed it, but probably not.... I make him hold my hand While I poo. (Too much information absolutely but this is Emma's story, nothing pretty about it though nothing short of a miracle). Around 4:00pm the nurse comes in, she's looking at the monitor, she's feeling my huge belly during my contractions, and than she tells me... your not in labor, your just having braxton hicks contractions, we are going to have to send you home. Now imagine being in full blown labor and hearing those words, shear panic went through me. I knew that if this was labor that it would be over in a couple hours tops, but braxton hicks................... when will this end? I looked at my husband and I told him "there is no way I can do this" In a moment of despair I ask the nurse "please just check me again, I know I'm in labor" so she ho hums around the foot of the bed slowly putting on her gloves, completely annoyed with me, reiterating the point that I'm not in labor that I'm having braxton hicks contractions, she checks me............ and says "OH MY YOUR AT 6" In one hour I dilated 3 cm. Thank you sweet baby Jesus. I know as soon as she says 6 that I am going with out an epidural, which is what I wanted but at this point I wish I could take a Tylenol or something just to dull the pain. By this time it is 4:15pm and the nasty nurse has done a 180 and become the sweetest, most helpful nurse I have ever had. Reminding me to breath in through my nose out through my mouth. Crazy how hearing someone tell you that can make labor so much easier. In less than two hours after she told me I was experiencing braxton hicks I gave birth to my Emma June. 5:45pm 9lbs 1 ounce. And all I can think is that if she would of sent me home I would of had Emma at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcktTufevho/Tht_vnHlVaI/AAAAAAAAAto/CElZEO5dOHM/s1600/Emma%2BJune%2B076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232615260935586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcktTufevho/Tht_vnHlVaI/AAAAAAAAAto/CElZEO5dOHM/s400/Emma%2BJune%2B076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjcTIAdu-I8/Tht_u-8bX9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/H3GzON_qxc4/s1600/Emma%2BJune%2B080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232604476727250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjcTIAdu-I8/Tht_u-8bX9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/H3GzON_qxc4/s400/Emma%2BJune%2B080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the birth of one special little girl I got everything I had wanted. I wanted a little girl, (though I just never wanted to admit it or say it out loud) I wanted to go into labor on my own (I was induced with all 3 boys), I wanted the experience of my water breaking, I wanted to give birth getting the whole experience with no epidural, I wanted the experience of not knowing the sex till I gave birth and I wanted my baby born on the 15Th or the 25Th(Cody has a 29 birthday and Levi has a 19 and Phish had a 5 so I thought it would be cool if she was born with a 5 in her birthday).Oh and of course I wanted my husband to have to hold my hand through my bowel movement? Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;She Completely completed our family, and we love her so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez7FM4lVhb8/ThuDAbRdYhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zAG3zhWS8ho/s1600/Emma%2BJune%2B090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628236202673791506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez7FM4lVhb8/ThuDAbRdYhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zAG3zhWS8ho/s400/Emma%2BJune%2B090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_eEfYcZ3cA/ThuC_78UrmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qV3NQJBxNRo/s1600/Emma%2BJune%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628236194263641698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_eEfYcZ3cA/ThuC_78UrmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qV3NQJBxNRo/s400/Emma%2BJune%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3050822823175134410?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3050822823175134410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3050822823175134410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3050822823175134410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3050822823175134410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-emma-june.html' title='The story of Emma June'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xKorusgi8c/TgFqrlnf4bI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uyi_sGB_Nfo/s72-c/photo10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7112955384825979843</id><published>2011-05-25T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:58:28.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stationery card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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I am now 25 weeks along in my pregnancy, how exciting how time flies, and yet terrifying. Only 14 weeks left and baby will be here. The husband and I are having the hardest time deciding on names for a boy, however we have 3 girl names that we love and we love them so much the only way to come to a decision is this.  If we have a girl and her hair is blonde her name will be Tenley June, if her hair is red her name will be Sophia June, and if her hair is brown her name will be Reagan June.      I wish we had this problem for a boy! My husband loves the name Maxwell &amp;amp; Uriah. I love the name Spencer &amp;amp; Everett.  Neither one us like the others choice of names. So lets hope we can come to a perfect solution to this dilema since  chances are this will be a boy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exciting news, I'm going back to being a stay at home mom. We decided that by the time we put 4 children in daycare, pay for diapers/formula, and pay for my work expenses (which are costly) we would be better off if I stay home. So I am very excited to do this. Ofcourse I will be going back to selling on ebay and I have started a new hobby of COUPONING that I absolutely love, I'm not really good at grocery shopping with coupons yet. Though I can get A LOT for free from CVS. I am completely addicted and loving every minute of it. Yesturday I scored Crest toothpaste (normally $3.79) and 3 candy bars for 12 cents. Did I need toothpaste? NO I already have 4 tubes, did I need candy bars nope, but they are good bribes to the boys for doing chores, being good, you know the tricks us moms have to use sometimes. But for 12 cents and I got back $2 extra care bucks it was worth getting those things.        Well I promised Phish I would play cars with him so I need to go play with my beautiful 2 year old!!! Much love to everyone in this new upcoming year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3943132423908144306?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3943132423908144306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3943132423908144306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3943132423908144306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3943132423908144306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-is-finally-here.html' title='2011 is finally here;)'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-8283123535636521337</id><published>2010-09-26T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:32:32.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airing my dirty laundry  so to speak.</title><content type='html'>I am a huge neat freak, I love a clean home, love freshly washed a dried bed sheets on a weekly basis. Steam clean my carpets once a week, wash walls, windows, Kitchen Cabinets, and even wash my floors on my hands and knees once a week. Cleanliness is next to Godliness I do believe. And a happy home is always dusted, dishes are done and put away after each meal, and the fridge should look like it was just bought, crisp and clean inside. Along with a huge fruit bowl full of oranges, bananas and apples with no gnats flying about.   But no, here I am (almost 10 weeks pregnant) and My house in completely wrecked do to complete exhaustion, and ALL day nausea. I seriously told neighbor kids they couldn't come in to my disaster of a home last week!!!!  My husband said to me " honey, I completely took what you did around here for granted and had no idea how hard you worked"   Really?!?!?!  To get appreciated I have to come ill for 6 weeks straight and do nothing except throw sandwiches at my children and wash a load of laundry a week??????  So for any of you that have been to my home, or viewed any of pictures and know just how clean I keep my house, It's a thing of the past, at least for awhile.  Have a great week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-8283123535636521337?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8283123535636521337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=8283123535636521337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8283123535636521337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8283123535636521337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/airing-my-dirty-laundry-so-to-speak.html' title='Airing my dirty laundry  so to speak.'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1823786565702470260</id><published>2010-09-08T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:59:32.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby #4</title><content type='html'>I'm 8 weeks pregnant today, pritty excited.... to get it over with. Just kidding, well sort of. This is my first and last planned pregnancy, and it took me a year to commit to, otherwise we would of already had a baby. We are pritty excited around here though, can't wait till April to hold our new baby. Hope all of you are doing well! I would update more often but by the time I get home from work the last thing I want to do is stick my nose in the computer, and this site is blocked from work, dumb I know. Everyone should be able to blog from their cubicle;)  Any way enough about me, going to go read up on Cami and Cali, and everyone else!!!!  God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-1823786565702470260?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1823786565702470260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1823786565702470260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1823786565702470260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1823786565702470260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-4.html' title='Baby #4'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-609669450265330477</id><published>2010-04-18T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:42:46.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MTYyMzI5NTc2NSZwdD*xMjcxNjIzMzU3ODEyJnA9MTgwMzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPTdhYzhlMzA5N2IyMTQ1/NDU4ZmNiMjU*ZjQzYzU*OWEw.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf?myid=31758916&amp;path=2009/10/10" quality="high" wmode="window" bgcolor="EDC3B5" flashvars="mycolor=EDC3B5&amp;mycolor2=DDC4BD&amp;mycolor3=D2C0BC&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=1&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false" width="410" height="311" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:410px;height:311px;" &gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461577030914537922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8trX3kX-cI/AAAAAAAAAs8/I29JN-qRDCY/s400/2010+261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8trDw_2TnI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7u0LH52F-Ho/s1600/2010+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461576685553340018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8trDw_2TnI/AAAAAAAAAs0/7u0LH52F-Ho/s400/2010+264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody's friend Cameron was here for the party too! All his friends just love Phisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8trDZArwAI/AAAAAAAAAss/8ZHEUqqM_zY/s1600/2010+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461576679114391554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8trDZArwAI/AAAAAAAAAss/8ZHEUqqM_zY/s400/2010+272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phisher's Gramma and Grampa Janssen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tqUdNOv3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/v5nK18hJOdk/s1600/2010+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461575872786906994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tqUdNOv3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/v5nK18hJOdk/s400/2010+243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan and Phisher looking at his new t-ball set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tqT9cMkCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6aBwTQvN7U8/s1600/2010+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461575864259743778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tqT9cMkCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6aBwTQvN7U8/s400/2010+287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how to unwrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tpw_VxDbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Y07DadhEOYg/s1600/2010+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461575263474224562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tpw_VxDbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Y07DadhEOYg/s400/2010+276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody's friend Logan came to celibrate too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tpwdOEfbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/pdQNt-dlik0/s1600/2010+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461575254315138482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tpwdOEfbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/pdQNt-dlik0/s400/2010+267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody, Levi and Cousins Megan and Hilary really want to help Phisher open his presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8to0vIXuPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ABrF1dpHkvQ/s1600/2010+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461574228330920178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8to0vIXuPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ABrF1dpHkvQ/s400/2010+280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phisher playing with his new bat and ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tkw0GWGaI/AAAAAAAAArk/bm-eLfytqvI/s1600/2010+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461569762898614690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tkw0GWGaI/AAAAAAAAArk/bm-eLfytqvI/s400/2010+306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phisher Love him some babies! Especially baby Vyvyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tkwQKMy6I/AAAAAAAAArc/Nai1UPhI1ZM/s1600/2010+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461569753251105698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tkwQKMy6I/AAAAAAAAArc/Nai1UPhI1ZM/s400/2010+296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2137261182154939387?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2137261182154939387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2137261182154939387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2137261182154939387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2137261182154939387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/phisher-kades-2nd-birthday-march-5th.html' title='Phisher Kade&apos;s 2nd birthday   (March 5th)'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8trX3kX-cI/AAAAAAAAAs8/I29JN-qRDCY/s72-c/2010+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3054173112212107599</id><published>2010-04-18T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:37:38.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil and I didn't go anywhere of do anything for Valentines day with the boys being home and the dance going on, we let it be all about the kids this year. Though Phil and Phisher stayed home from the dance, Cody, Levi and I went and had a lot of fun, well untill I ruined Cody's life but thats ok too! ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking family photos before going to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcg-WkyII/AAAAAAAAAqM/fB9l17DKAm8/s1600/2010+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461560694680111234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcg-WkyII/AAAAAAAAAqM/fB9l17DKAm8/s400/2010+224.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levi, Phisher and Cody, my WHOLE world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcgWg501I/AAAAAAAAAqE/s0SK5y8NPgY/s1600/2010+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461560683986015058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcgWg501I/AAAAAAAAAqE/s0SK5y8NPgY/s400/2010+229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's amazing that 3 little men can take up soooo much of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcfwQINPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dHPdFSYYkUs/s1600/2010+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461560673715107058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcfwQINPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dHPdFSYYkUs/s400/2010+222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levi dancing the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdys5ENzI/AAAAAAAAAqs/FScG4j2p3VM/s1600/2010+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461562098742212402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdys5ENzI/AAAAAAAAAqs/FScG4j2p3VM/s400/2010+240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody is mad at me, I'm  ruining his life by taking photos of his first school dance! hahaha Just wait darling just wait mwahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdx4FEZqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/7_IIV4ssCec/s1600/2010+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461562084565477026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdx4FEZqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/7_IIV4ssCec/s400/2010+239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Levi and his dates? no not really he wanted Elise to come to the dance with him but she was a no show, but two of his lil lady friends came through, no broken heart here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdxOI55aI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VYzyBgX3YaQ/s1600/2010+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461562073307276706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdxOI55aI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VYzyBgX3YaQ/s400/2010+238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody and his girlfriend of 2 years Arizona. However they are way too cool for me and don't like each other!!!!! Here is a story though, He kissed her on the cheek and he was happy because she didn't smack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdwtIiM4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/On50hIz5SHk/s1600/2010+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461562064447353730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tdwtIiM4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/On50hIz5SHk/s400/2010+237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3054173112212107599?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3054173112212107599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3054173112212107599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3054173112212107599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3054173112212107599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/valentines-day-dance.html' title='Valentines day dance'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tcg-WkyII/AAAAAAAAAqM/fB9l17DKAm8/s72-c/2010+224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7292034822366987017</id><published>2010-04-18T12:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:49:25.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family New Years' Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cody and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tSdtlzhoI/AAAAAAAAApk/KVqteHvUhUs/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461549643524703874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tSdtlzhoI/AAAAAAAAApk/KVqteHvUhUs/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and Phil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGR5ZHhWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WO_fAxjYzm8/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461536246394750306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGR5ZHhWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WO_fAxjYzm8/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby wants me to be a welder I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGRT4zADI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uS8WnwIf2SU/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461536236327075890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGRT4zADI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uS8WnwIf2SU/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi and Ian playing Dsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGRFxpSUI/AAAAAAAAAos/nu12t4LjUBM/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461536232538982722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGRFxpSUI/AAAAAAAAAos/nu12t4LjUBM/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lis and Jules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tFALYQsDI/AAAAAAAAAok/WXLa2M9KJ5U/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461534842473721906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tFALYQsDI/AAAAAAAAAok/WXLa2M9KJ5U/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE_ZsDKfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qnbVT8eXmb0/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461534829134948850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE_ZsDKfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qnbVT8eXmb0/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing darts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE-3awM1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/p_VUrQ5YYLc/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461534819935597394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE-3awM1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/p_VUrQ5YYLc/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping baby could make it till midnight, but he couldnt he was just too tired. Reason being why he has no facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE-c25dpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Vcyy6DnYXg4/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461534812805887634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE-c25dpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Vcyy6DnYXg4/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGS21z8AI/AAAAAAAAApM/t2Io5EsLKVg/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461536262889664514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGS21z8AI/AAAAAAAAApM/t2Io5EsLKVg/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian, Julie, and Rob Stull bringing in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGSRLC7bI/AAAAAAAAApE/P8ZkKtZ6mIM/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461536252778180018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tGSRLC7bI/AAAAAAAAApE/P8ZkKtZ6mIM/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops! Forgot to break out the sparkling grape juice for the kids!!!! So we just did it the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE_j9HqdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PRuVdkbgUu8/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461534831890901458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tE_j9HqdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PRuVdkbgUu8/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules smacking it out of the park with the wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tNgEbETkI/AAAAAAAAApU/D4YSiF8ovBY/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461544186455281218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tNgEbETkI/AAAAAAAAApU/D4YSiF8ovBY/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know I am huge on parties, and I love hosting them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we love the Stulls'!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-7292034822366987017?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7292034822366987017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=7292034822366987017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7292034822366987017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7292034822366987017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-new-years-party.html' title='Family New Years&apos; Party'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S8tSdtlzhoI/AAAAAAAAApk/KVqteHvUhUs/s72-c/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-8596944954303702148</id><published>2010-04-18T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:34:59.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Apparently Phisher just doesn't want his photo takin, so much for a happy Christmas morning photo of the 3 of them. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJaRSwLoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kyKhWfmX7pU/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457176826645327490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJaRSwLoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kyKhWfmX7pU/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJa_p0f6I/AAAAAAAAAms/RIfWNA_X0f0/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457176839090110370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJa_p0f6I/AAAAAAAAAms/RIfWNA_X0f0/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody did it, he set his alarm clock on his phone for 3 am, than proceded to wake me up every half hour untill I don't know 6:30, 7:00am. I guess thats my pay back for waking him up the last 9 years to show him what Santa brought! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJbFjdbnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AGfF0aW2yBE/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457176840674045554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJbFjdbnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AGfF0aW2yBE/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody's most wanted wish list item and santa brought it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457178884693251538" border="0" alt="" align="center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vLSEHnVdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/EapTuaGSE4k/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vLRizDWmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WCggV0L2yOs/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457178875748637282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vLRizDWmI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WCggV0L2yOs/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack wants to know what the 3 boys got together! And since it's been so long, I don't remember what their group present was..... Board game I'm sure, or not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJbb38unI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SuSJ52cKyGY/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457176846665562738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJbb38unI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SuSJ52cKyGY/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought all 3 boys new blanket/sheet sets for Christmas, Cody wanted Colts, Levi wanted Steelers, and Phil and I decided that Phisher wanted a cute baseball bedding setup, I'll have to take a photo of that and upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vPZCVEjuI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dnEknwaebb8/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457183402518417122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vPZCVEjuI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dnEknwaebb8/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vPY4W2PcI/AAAAAAAAAn0/32b_6z2BZio/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457183399841512898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vPY4W2PcI/AAAAAAAAAn0/32b_6z2BZio/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what Phisher is doing but It's too cute not to throw in even though it is random! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vN0_RkWjI/AAAAAAAAAns/0uVhCm-oPZ0/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457181683711498802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vN0_RkWjI/AAAAAAAAAns/0uVhCm-oPZ0/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3403339784656328079-8596944954303702148?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8596944954303702148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=8596944954303702148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8596944954303702148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8596944954303702148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7vJaRSwLoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kyKhWfmX7pU/s72-c/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7088383525405353587</id><published>2010-04-06T17:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:48:00.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa what I want for Christmas is..... "2009"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each year our home town (wtco) I think is the organization that puts this together, either way they serve hot chocolate, cookies, (Levi's favorite) ,host fire truck rides for the kids and ofcourse have Santa, which by the way this is the same Santa that my husband sat on when he was a boy, which I think is really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Santa, will you please bring me some more DSI, and PS2 games? Thank you, Love Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7950lSSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rMd1YY-CniY/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457162045657270562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7950lSSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rMd1YY-CniY/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, Will you please bring me some DSI games and some nerf guns? Thank you, love Cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7-slyTQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XEzgwfJTV8U/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457162059285417218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7-slyTQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XEzgwfJTV8U/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, Don't make me sit on your lap, I don't want anything but for you to leave me alone and never speak to me again! Thank you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7-48zQUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/26rkIqjkrL4/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457162062603174210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7-48zQUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/26rkIqjkrL4/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry Cody and Levi jump in the photo and smile so I can take a quick picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7_qAH40I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Niq9JLtdm1k/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457162075770446658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7_qAH40I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Niq9JLtdm1k/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok Phisher no more tears, Daddy has you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7_xfPMuI/AAAAAAAAAmU/EvGwc6hym6Q/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457162077779997410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7_xfPMuI/AAAAAAAAAmU/EvGwc6hym6Q/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(early December 2009) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-7088383525405353587?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7088383525405353587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=7088383525405353587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7088383525405353587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7088383525405353587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/santa-what-i-want-for-christmas-is-2009.html' title='Santa what I want for Christmas is..... &quot;2009&quot;'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u7950lSSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rMd1YY-CniY/s72-c/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3287786510153408063</id><published>2010-04-06T17:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:50:14.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody's 9th Birthday (November 29th 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody's 9th Birthday they grow up so fast:( The sad part is, he's almost 9 1/2 as I finally do this. Bad mom! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody blowing out his candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzxqaq_YI/AAAAAAAAAk0/In2umD5-emo/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457153039270608258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzxqaq_YI/AAAAAAAAAk0/In2umD5-emo/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher with Gramma Janssen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzyrR6VFI/AAAAAAAAAlE/SHH9CpfJhP4/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457153056682169426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzyrR6VFI/AAAAAAAAAlE/SHH9CpfJhP4/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi Cheesin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzyOwBf9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/RnzkiHuTS24/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457153049023840210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzyOwBf9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/RnzkiHuTS24/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes darling mommy forgot to buy a gift bag this would fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzwfQzHUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/m20gLhW6DKA/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457153019096538434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzwfQzHUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/m20gLhW6DKA/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and his new skate board, Now that we have 3 children we decided to price cap the birthday parties, as far as gifts are concerned $50 is the limit, other wise you know how it goes one birthday is in the middle of everything going on and you have to scrape to find the money to afford to even buy the cake and the next birthday is in a month where there's always overtime and no other events going on and you could buy the child anything they want. So we stopped that. We spend a little more than that on the birthdays, but thats all we spend concerning buying gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzxEsEBUI/AAAAAAAAAks/IBVs55weBXg/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457153029143004482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzxEsEBUI/AAAAAAAAAks/IBVs55weBXg/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always the smallest boy wants to wrestle the biggest one! Please be careful!  The boys were so funny while they were doing this, they decided that if you are put on your back you were done, but than they started changing it to if both knees hit the floor. And than the boys would make up reasons why they weren't pinned like, not both knees hit the floor and I know this because only my left one hurt hahaha! This is two of Cody's closest friends, Jud (standing) and Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4KeNyYaI/AAAAAAAAAls/ijGq45Lijbk/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457157863538581922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4KeNyYaI/AAAAAAAAAls/ijGq45Lijbk/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody wrestling Aiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4KOulqdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Z7v-suaYn1c/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457157859381193170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4KOulqdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Z7v-suaYn1c/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening presents from his friends, someone got him a football so they all ran outside soon after to play tackle football, between the wrestling and the football I was so glad when they all crashed for the night, somehow I didn't have any broken bones or bloody noses to deal with that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4JvnOycI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ksq0iHqK0gY/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457157851028834754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4JvnOycI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ksq0iHqK0gY/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole gang that stayed over for Cody's 9th Birthday party. I love being the "brave" mom. Even though honestly I was terrified when I realized what activities they wanted to spend their time doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4IyBWMRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/EeIm5cLXKn4/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457157834495373586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4IyBWMRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/EeIm5cLXKn4/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jud, Ryan, Logan, Cameron,Aiden, Jacob,Levi, Cody and Flint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4IR-29oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tcl5rZdW9Ts/s1600/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457157825895003778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7u4IR-29oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/tcl5rZdW9Ts/s400/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3403339784656328079-3287786510153408063?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3287786510153408063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3287786510153408063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3287786510153408063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3287786510153408063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/04/codys-9th-birthday-november-29th-2009.html' title='Cody&apos;s 9th Birthday (November 29th 2009)'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/S7uzxqaq_YI/AAAAAAAAAk0/In2umD5-emo/s72-c/end+of+2009+start+of+2010+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-6401186982895466543</id><published>2010-03-31T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:29:20.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your blog is soooo cute and updated!</title><content type='html'>Everyone's blogs are so cute and updated, I love reading them, Although I know I'm way behind and would probably take me a few hours to read everyones and catch up, but I did skim through, everyones blog atleast their last update.  I miss blogging SO much but I just haven't had the time.... Maybe just maybe I can find sometime to upload pictures and such this weekend. Love all of you and your families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-6401186982895466543?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6401186982895466543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=6401186982895466543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6401186982895466543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6401186982895466543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-blog-is-soooo-cute-and-updated.html' title='Your blog is soooo cute and updated!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4147828608672975889</id><published>2009-12-23T14:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:15:46.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Whew! This year has flown by so fast! I have many mixed emotions for that. Don't we all. I'm proud to say that I am still nicotine free! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wooohooo&lt;/span&gt;. I just finished this semester at school with a 3.5 G.P.A. Not what I wanted but it's the best I could do with the schedule I have in my home life. So there is no regrets. I have one more class and than I will finally have a degree, that I wont use. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Isn't that normally the story of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; graduate? I am getting ready to go into the life insurance business, I'm jumping in feet first, nervous though lots of studying to do before I get my license. Not what I thought I would do, but life brought me to it so, I'm along for the ride. The boys are growing so fast, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phisher&lt;/span&gt; is a blast, Cody and Levi are a handful trying to figure out this stage of their life and how to do my best raising them. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phisher&lt;/span&gt; gets to that age, I will have been through it twice already so I'll know how to make that stage of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phishers&lt;/span&gt; life a blast as well. Is this why the older children resent the baby at times? Because Mom finally knows what to do? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sorry there is no pictures, I uploaded the last bunch to the lap top so they are not on here. I WILL find time soon. I have been doing a lot of soul searching lately and have found myself finally on the other side. The side where I no longer blame God for my life. I have always said I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for my misfortunes because it made me, me and blah blah blah. Now I finally accept the things in my past that I had no control over, I know now that it wasn't God, but the ignorance of man. Finally I can feel at peace with my savior. Not gonna post specifics but I was really put through some horrible things before I even made it to junior high. With those things I made choices that affected my life for the worst. I know now that a girl with out guidance makes mistakes, a woman without guidance takes control and succeeds. Anyway it's wonderful feeling to have let God back into my heart. Well God bless. Have to get back to the family, Have a Merry Christmas everyone! See you in the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4147828608672975889?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4147828608672975889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4147828608672975889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4147828608672975889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4147828608672975889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4094778002716629129</id><published>2009-08-28T11:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:17:44.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>We went to Nevis Minesota the last week of July for a family vacation. Phils' family owns a nice little fishing resort called Green Valley Resort.&lt;br /&gt;Phisher Kade July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOuz79tcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CcZFdM_ZIyw/s1600-h/2009+1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062352645174722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOuz79tcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CcZFdM_ZIyw/s400/2009+1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody crossing the Mississippi, Phil and Phisher on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOuE-ooeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Yw_D5geWdS0/s1600-h/2009+1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062340039909858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOuE-ooeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Yw_D5geWdS0/s400/2009+1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the Mississippi with my boys and other sight see'ers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOtbL7pBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KTFi9qnqDWM/s1600-h/2009+1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062328821392402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOtbL7pBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/KTFi9qnqDWM/s400/2009+1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil and PHisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOstfEnRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DlxzrFHL5nY/s1600-h/2009+1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062316553641234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOstfEnRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DlxzrFHL5nY/s400/2009+1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning* quitting smoking can cause your belly to pooch... ofcourse kids cause this too! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOr7r6-XI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IWFiFKblgBk/s1600-h/2009+1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062303185762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOr7r6-XI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IWFiFKblgBk/s400/2009+1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your tickets to the gun show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNci9GSaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/tvoPBhsL1lU/s1600-h/2009+1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060939337255330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNci9GSaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/tvoPBhsL1lU/s400/2009+1330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me some tether ball, however, I don't believe Phil is a very even match for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNbxK_zAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/NylMtz13aN4/s1600-h/2009+1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060925973777410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNbxK_zAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/NylMtz13aN4/s400/2009+1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys loved the paddle boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNbIyc2PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qiz5B002m0I/s1600-h/2009+1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060915133405426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNbIyc2PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qiz5B002m0I/s400/2009+1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher enjoying the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNaoMZUiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/A55IqHCkBdw/s1600-h/2009+1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060906383856162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNaoMZUiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/A55IqHCkBdw/s400/2009+1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody, ofcourse he can't go out till he gets a life jacket on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNZyq3tZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wUZN0YZFBEE/s1600-h/2009+1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060892016162194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgNZyq3tZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wUZN0YZFBEE/s400/2009+1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every picture can be a good picture, don't judge:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMRb71ozI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Lw6KwfBYBdM/s1600-h/2009+1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059648962732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMRb71ozI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Lw6KwfBYBdM/s400/2009+1299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher and Gramma Janssen, he loved running down this hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMQiBG23I/AAAAAAAAAiw/y9YfwwTFInE/s1600-h/2009+1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059633415576434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMQiBG23I/AAAAAAAAAiw/y9YfwwTFInE/s400/2009+1295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil, Phisher, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMQCYtttI/AAAAAAAAAio/Mxrqhvtu0VY/s1600-h/2009+1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059624924657362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMQCYtttI/AAAAAAAAAio/Mxrqhvtu0VY/s400/2009+1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi spent a lot of time on this dock while we were there. And what a beautiful picture it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMPUhXQdI/AAAAAAAAAig/kEeu74OwbMY/s1600-h/2009+1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059612612903378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMPUhXQdI/AAAAAAAAAig/kEeu74OwbMY/s400/2009+1290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMO2CuZNI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aE7cjZ-95Ew/s1600-h/2009+1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059604431332562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgMO2CuZNI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aE7cjZ-95Ew/s400/2009+1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3403339784656328079-4094778002716629129?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4094778002716629129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4094778002716629129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4094778002716629129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4094778002716629129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SpgOuz79tcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CcZFdM_ZIyw/s72-c/2009+1356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3405041171049229212</id><published>2009-07-19T12:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:45:48.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As always a hectic month:) But a little less hectic in a way. I no longer baby sit, which is a huge relief, I can spend the day with my baby teaching my baby things. And spend his nap time working on my homework, or playing with my older boys. Last Saterday Phil quit chewing, thank goodness. However he quit, so guess what I quit smoking. The headache that would of resulted from him griping about me smoking was just not worth it, so I took the initiative and quit to save our marriage from that argument that would have resulted. MOM, I quit smoking time for you to hold up your end of the bargain. Actually I'm gonna call you now since I haven't in a month! Now I'm leaving you a message since you never answer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cody and Levis' football league starts up August 4th practices 3days a week, The short break of their baseball season being over was nice:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phisher is still so sweet! And He is such a hamm! Everytime I yell for phil to come look at something Phisher is doing that is so cute, Phisher puts on a huge Grin ofcourse also stops doing whatever it was he was doing. He still only has 6 teeth, are his molar or eye teeth ever going to come in? Maybe this is why he still hasn't gone through the biting stage? He climbs up and on everything, Driving me crazy. Well about out of time and I'd like to post a few pictures:) Baseball practice at 4 so gotta get to it:) These pictures are really random and sooo out of order. Thats what I get for not keeping it up to date... I also wanted to ask that everyone say a prayer for Carrie Dickson, Her husband Tony died in an automobile accident this past Wednesday. (Tony and Phil played on the same softball team, and worked through the same union together. Any way he leaves behind his lovely wife Carrie and two beautiful boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were put on the 18th floor in the millenium hotel for our trip to Cincinatti, It had a great view, but seriously I'm terrified of elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmjZ4K60I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2ou0Te0ycqE/s1600-h/2009+1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240739928959810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmjZ4K60I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2ou0Te0ycqE/s400/2009+1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and some of his team mates holding up their sectional trophies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmjIBL8_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/yT7jzBmltbo/s1600-h/2009+1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240735134938098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmjIBL8_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/yT7jzBmltbo/s400/2009+1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody's undefeated baseball team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmi7DpJ_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/VJfbB7yxxnE/s1600-h/2009+1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240731655579634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmi7DpJ_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/VJfbB7yxxnE/s400/2009+1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th birthday Levi! we couldn't celebrate it till we got home from Cincinatti but I think he had a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmiZ65yGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2IsEc_U4dps/s1600-h/2009+1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240722760550498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmiZ65yGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2IsEc_U4dps/s400/2009+1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime swimming Cody and Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmiD12-_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/_lUoIod0O8A/s1600-h/2009+1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240716833815538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmiD12-_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/_lUoIod0O8A/s400/2009+1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the music blaring I don't think Phisher liked it to well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj1v5A3oI/AAAAAAAAAho/A-YhKFVslyM/s1600-h/2009+1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360237756540837506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj1v5A3oI/AAAAAAAAAho/A-YhKFVslyM/s400/2009+1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody enjoying the nighttime swimming at the hotel in Cincinatti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj1FVRmZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2jgGXoYyIiM/s1600-h/2009+1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360237745116649874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj1FVRmZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2jgGXoYyIiM/s400/2009+1219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi, Phisher and Cody, on our way to Cincinatti, This picture was Actually takin on Levi's 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj1LP8qbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZM_-B66Jbmk/s1600-h/2009+1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360237746704918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj1LP8qbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZM_-B66Jbmk/s400/2009+1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil and I on our way to Cincinatti for Phils baseball tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj0ocOA9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IJUuH781_uY/s1600-h/2009+1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360237737361146834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj0ocOA9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IJUuH781_uY/s400/2009+1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil and I at my highschool reunion... Needless to say I had a blast and loved seeing everyone I went to school with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj0V19ejI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EOVfXFtu-t0/s1600-h/2009+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360237732368841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNj0V19ejI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EOVfXFtu-t0/s400/2009+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3403339784656328079-3405041171049229212?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3405041171049229212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3405041171049229212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3405041171049229212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3405041171049229212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-quit.html' title='We quit'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SmNmjZ4K60I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2ou0Te0ycqE/s72-c/2009+1214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5371876306451715487</id><published>2009-07-01T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:42:20.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TO busy!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologetic&lt;/span&gt; that I haven't updated or kept &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; date, school is kicking my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hiny&lt;/span&gt;, Cody and Levi just finished up their baseball &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leagues&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cody's&lt;/span&gt;' team went undefeated, Levi still plays coach pitch so we didn't keep a close eye on scores, though he did lose his first game in his tournament. In which I missed most of the game because of the "episode". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phisher&lt;/span&gt;, likes to run back and forth up and down the path of lawn chairs and bleachers during the games. The other parents help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corr ale&lt;/span&gt; him, it's kind of like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;herding&lt;/span&gt; cows, they turn him to run back the opposite direction. However Monday, He was running and fell on some lumpy uneven ground, when he fell his cookie flew out of his hand, he let out a cry and I rushed to pick up. well he stopped crying and I thought he must of had the wind knocked out of him, his mouth wide open trying to catch his breath, I was gently padding him on the back telling him to take a breath, and sooth my poor baby, when all of a sudden he turned blue and went limp in my arms, and than it hit me, HE'S CHOKING! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stricken&lt;/span&gt; mother who screams, "oh my god my babies choking" as I flip him over and pound on his back. He quickly started crying, and with my tunnel vision at the time I don't know who came to my babies aid, but I remember someone placing their hand on me and telling me he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; he's crying, which was their way of saying quit hitting your baby. So even though after the episode and he was fine, I could tell he was exhausted, and with it heavy on my mind I sat in my car and cried through most of the game. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Any who&lt;/span&gt;, he's fine and healthy as ever, It might have left me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt; though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Phil's&lt;/span&gt;' games are also over for awhile, but my games are twice a week through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;, and by than Co-ed starts up so Phil and I will be busy with that, thank goodness that those games are only on Sunday afternoon though. I will try to post pictures soon! Hope everyone had a wonderful June, I'll try to read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; blogs:) If your on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, it's easier to keep up to date with me since I post from my phone and upload pictures from my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5371876306451715487?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5371876306451715487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5371876306451715487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5371876306451715487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5371876306451715487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-busy.html' title='TO busy!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2760138448382810955</id><published>2009-06-03T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:16:04.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 28</title><content type='html'>I love it! Each year is a blessing and I am so excited about my new age! This year for my birthday my husband sent me flowers and baloons with a teddy bear, just to darn sweet! I love being surprised like that. He is putting so many hours in at work, and than with my softball, his softball and Cody and Levis' baseball we didn't have time to celebrate my birthday untill Friday night where he took me to the Casino where we had a blast blowing $200. I cant think of a better way I would have liked to have spent that money:) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil was winning here, ofcourse he put it all back into the machine though! but Its fine, like I said we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Siau6GQISrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N1C7CAaHccs/s1600-h/2009+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343150321055582898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Siau6GQISrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N1C7CAaHccs/s400/2009+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have I ever mentioned how much I love fat arm pictures? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Siau58DLkuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7D7PiJjYwdg/s1600-h/2009+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343150318316917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Siau58DLkuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7D7PiJjYwdg/s400/2009+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/3403339784656328079-2760138448382810955?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2760138448382810955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2760138448382810955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2760138448382810955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2760138448382810955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-28.html' title='I am 28'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Siau6GQISrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N1C7CAaHccs/s72-c/2009+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3651485743803802784</id><published>2009-05-08T07:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:54:44.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling, bubbles, and my new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in my new vehicle, notice my wedding rings:) I've lost so much weight they barely stay on, I need desperately to get them resized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjPTOcrkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gcASPZPRlBM/s1600-h/2009+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333426604479393346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjPTOcrkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gcASPZPRlBM/s400/2009+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Torrent, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjPIVq8RI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5d0jV0Zo5Qw/s1600-h/2009+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333426601556898066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjPIVq8RI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5d0jV0Zo5Qw/s400/2009+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a mess in in this picture, but still soooo cute! I love him so much, It is so hard to believe that he is 14 months old! His hair is a mess, but we probably won't have it cut till he is closer to his second birthday, and his hair can normally be brushed to the side, and just looks adorable that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjO3fWrTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nKYb-Dqysf8/s1600-h/2009+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333426597034110258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjO3fWrTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nKYb-Dqysf8/s400/2009+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher is a big helper and insists on throwing his own diaper away, I didn't teach him to do this, He just did it one day, and ofcourse now I encourage it. He also puts his toys in the toy box, and the other day, he was told sternly to leave the t.v. alone (he loves the green power light and loves to turn it off) in which case he pouted all the way to the corner, I was not fast enough and only got a picture of him leaving the corner, my camera has literally been on my hip for the past 2 days, because he has done it several times, I'm determined to get a picture of him putting himself in the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjOu3pk0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/dljDwUrcWZA/s1600-h/2009+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333426594720092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjOu3pk0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/dljDwUrcWZA/s400/2009+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What baby does not love bubbles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-76JEZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/W1rxq6TpebU/s1600-h/2009+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333425223830671762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-76JEZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/W1rxq6TpebU/s400/2009+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-mBMpKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/1pLdTIApt6Q/s1600-h/2009+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333425217954686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-mBMpKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/1pLdTIApt6Q/s400/2009+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher helping daddy bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-ZHeo-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/BmVJNmuv3Ak/s1600-h/2009+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333425214491370466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-ZHeo-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/BmVJNmuv3Ak/s400/2009+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher looks more and more like his daddy everyday! He's soooo blonde you can hardly tell he has hair here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-H3c6CI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Kwdm8RCAfds/s1600-h/2009+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333425209860745250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQh-H3c6CI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Kwdm8RCAfds/s400/2009+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a horrible bowler! Notice my score, and the rails are up! PATHETIC! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnqqgNVkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZXA-OIP3MkE/s1600-h/2009+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333431472630879810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnqqgNVkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZXA-OIP3MkE/s400/2009+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that in a month this awesome little boy will be 7!!!! And Cody is half way to 9! where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnqajps1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/-_lk73D31JM/s1600-h/2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333431468350354258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnqajps1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/-_lk73D31JM/s400/2009+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a really good picture, can hardly see Cody, but Phishers' face is priceless here! loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnpwn_2ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2Eny5jmfK-w/s1600-h/2009+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333431457094293906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnpwn_2ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2Eny5jmfK-w/s400/2009+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby boy, I mean my sweet 8 year old, who will no longer kiss his mother!!!!! SAD:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnpp4gwVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/_Trx8UDaojY/s1600-h/2009+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333431455284511058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnpp4gwVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/_Trx8UDaojY/s400/2009+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this baby boy will still kiss his momma, even makes the smooch sound! He'll start making the sound, smooch smooch smooch, you should see Phil come running for those kisses! Anyway here he is helping me bowl, he was laughing soooo hard, precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnpb6ZiuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IqxW6PaQQsI/s1600-h/2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333431451534330594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQnpb6ZiuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IqxW6PaQQsI/s400/2009+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3403339784656328079-3651485743803802784?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3651485743803802784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3651485743803802784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3651485743803802784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3651485743803802784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/05/bowling-bubbles-and-my-new-ride.html' title='Bowling, bubbles, and my new ride'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SgQjPTOcrkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gcASPZPRlBM/s72-c/2009+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5233649810114911839</id><published>2009-04-17T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:56:57.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Update</title><content type='html'>So I wrote the "paper" turned it in and my finacial advisor has told me that he is sure they will approve it, so what a relief!  I deleted the previous post because I'm sure that whoever wanted to read it has, and although what I wrote is not a secret I don't like to put certain things out there for all the world to read who might stumble upon my blog. I have had a rough life but I like to focus on the good of it, and it definately has been equally great, as it's been devastating at times, but thank goodness for that, I believe I am a very well rounded person for it! But keep my paper and the committee who will oversee it in your prayers, that they do hear the extraordinary circumstances and understand. That my appeal will be accepted so my husband and I don't have deplete our savings!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note! Phisher finally has his top teeth! Only took him about 8 months to add to his "grill". So precious! &lt;br /&gt;         Also, we did get two new puppies, "lilly poo" is a black chawienie and "Jack" is a brown beegle dashcund mix. Sorry Cami, I hope that you don't mind that my dog is using Lilly Jewels' name.  We got our dogs from a dashcund rescue and they were prenamed, Lillys' name was originaly Ebony and I thought it was to cliche, after realizing that I gave the dog "Lilly's" name, I tried to change it to Libby but the husband said no because we had already been using the other name for a couple days, and said the dog was confused enough. &lt;br /&gt;      Also the Husband bought me a new ride! So in love with her, she is a silver pontiac Torrent and is beautiful! I will be posting pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5233649810114911839?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5233649810114911839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5233649810114911839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5233649810114911839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5233649810114911839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-update.html' title='April Update'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7932849276027938982</id><published>2009-04-02T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:43:42.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you enough</title><content type='html'>This has always been one of my favorites and I can honestly said I've always had enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - written by Bob Perks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-7932849276027938982?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7932849276027938982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=7932849276027938982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7932849276027938982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7932849276027938982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I wish you enough'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-8068129806672033736</id><published>2009-04-02T10:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:07:10.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phishers' first dentist app.</title><content type='html'>Phishers' first dentist appointment March 25th 2009.   I know I could of waited since he only has his 2 bottom teeth, but I want to make sure his teeth are strong.&lt;br /&gt;He did really really well! I'm very proud of him, he did get a little mad when Dr. Winn started probing around in his tiny mouth. But he wasn't overly upset, and easy to calm down when she was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThR83gHxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/RlVg5prOcK8/s1600-h/2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320124758344343314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThR83gHxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/RlVg5prOcK8/s400/2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThRsfUaEI/AAAAAAAAAes/8YC6oOayKPY/s1600-h/2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320124753947945026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThRsfUaEI/AAAAAAAAAes/8YC6oOayKPY/s400/2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThRbQUbNI/AAAAAAAAAek/SlOToDv2rIw/s1600-h/2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320124749321628882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThRbQUbNI/AAAAAAAAAek/SlOToDv2rIw/s400/2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3403339784656328079-8068129806672033736?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8068129806672033736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=8068129806672033736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8068129806672033736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8068129806672033736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/phishers-first-dentist-app.html' title='Phishers&apos; first dentist app.'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SdThR83gHxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/RlVg5prOcK8/s72-c/2009+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7268915773910884031</id><published>2009-03-24T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:51:13.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>None of your buisness</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I was confronted with some news of someone speaking really rash about me and even mocking me. I was really taken aback, first of all, I knew this person had felt that way but only because I am really good at reading people. It had never been confirmed to me.  Although, I believe at one point in my life or another I have been every bad description of a person known to man, I have a mile long list of faults, So I was not upset and am not upset by anything that was said, I understand that sometime you can do something an in inoccent mannor that will change a persons' perception of you for life. I also believe that you can wrong someone without even realizing an apology is needed.  I know that some people hold on to things with a heavy burdon, and I suppose if I were to say that I am completly grudge free, I would be lieing.  I have made an awesome grudgaholic (I know not a word) recovery.    At the end of the day, you have to let it go.   And more importantly you can not worry about what others think of you, What they think is none of your buisness. And you should do your best to not let it be your buisness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-7268915773910884031?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7268915773910884031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=7268915773910884031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7268915773910884031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7268915773910884031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/03/none-of-your-buisness.html' title='None of your buisness'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-628219459363437510</id><published>2009-03-20T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:35:43.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phisher is completly weened!</title><content type='html'>This Tuesday at 5:30am will be two weeks since Phisher has nursed last... ofcourse he couldn't nurse now even if him or I wanted him too. It's been a huge change around here! And I love it!, Mostly because, for his 12:00 nap and bedtime at 9, all I have to do is kiss him and lay him in his crib and within 10 minutes he is asleep! and He sleeps all night now! Before, you couldn't just lay him in his crib if you did, he would continue to cry untill you broke and went and got him, seriously he's cried about an hour before with no signs of stopping. and He didn't sleep all through the night untill I'm thinking he was 9 or 10 months old, and even than it was like once or twice a week. My husband says that we should of weened him a long time ago, but I had to remind him that I diligently tried too. He wouldn't take a bottle, wouldn't take a sippy cup, than I finally got him to take a sippy cup but he wouldn't drink formula. ugh! It really was a pain.  well gotta go! Happy 1st day of spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-628219459363437510?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/628219459363437510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=628219459363437510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/628219459363437510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/628219459363437510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/03/phisher-is-completly-weened.html' title='Phisher is completly weened!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2477738025381784795</id><published>2009-03-12T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:19:20.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Phisher Kade Benge!</title><content type='html'>The cake I decorated for everyone(I know, I'm not good at it, but I didnt want to buy one, I wanted it to be special and made with love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHnLXMxWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x5fTUJyAKWs/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285605106599266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHnLXMxWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x5fTUJyAKWs/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake just for Phisher again made with love:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHmqJM6jI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yzIoBggED-g/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285596189518386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHmqJM6jI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yzIoBggED-g/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher is really shy around people he doesn't know very well, and it took him awhile to remove himself from between his daddys' legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHlyYi1uI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yNGSWtA2sIA/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285581221484258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHlyYi1uI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yNGSWtA2sIA/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very proud poppa and are darling baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFvZQir2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Zl6hFgADXfU/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312283547252469602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFvZQir2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Zl6hFgADXfU/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery and Landon (Phishers best-friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFuhL_T0I/AAAAAAAAAds/W1dlzERHGMM/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312283532200988482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFuhL_T0I/AAAAAAAAAds/W1dlzERHGMM/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is out of order but I'm running out of time and don't feel like fixing it:) We did his birthday in Nemo, I thought it would be appropriate since his name is Phisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHnRD_FwI/AAAAAAAAAec/5c56GKT_OQ4/s1600-h/Copy+of+avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285606636623618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHnRD_FwI/AAAAAAAAAec/5c56GKT_OQ4/s400/Copy+of+avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher loves him so trucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFuH3Z0TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/81FhUe6G72Q/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312283525403758898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFuH3Z0TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/81FhUe6G72Q/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOH whats this! A book for bedtime! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFts88TnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QdNP3e53vWc/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312283518179233394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkFts88TnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QdNP3e53vWc/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Loraine and Uncle Lesly(sp) bought Phisher a new teddy bear! He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEeBwYO8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/0KhsTSizAB4/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282149374147522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEeBwYO8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/0KhsTSizAB4/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher checking out the new book mommy and daddy bought him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEd10USLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dUleKw2GSi4/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282146169440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEd10USLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dUleKw2GSi4/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swing from Gramma Janssen! loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEdlPxB2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/c_PQzXDfFGY/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282141721167714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEdlPxB2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/c_PQzXDfFGY/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHlmECONI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5CDE6VXsVlg/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285577914235090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHlmECONI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5CDE6VXsVlg/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this beautiful messy face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEdGDlS_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Cssd6m0ZP-Q/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282133348568050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEdGDlS_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Cssd6m0ZP-Q/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think His belly is starting to get upset from all the icing and cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEc-rRbkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wpXQrA_Y9vw/s1600-h/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282131367554626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkEc-rRbkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wpXQrA_Y9vw/s400/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I suck though, I didn't get any pictures of Levi being there, None of Phils' family or any of our friends that made it. Really sorry about that. I'm normally better about that. But Phisher had a really good turn out of people that came to support him and his first birthday! I cried most of Thurseday which was his actual birthday.... I can't help but be emotional about it, I just can't believe a year has passed so quickly by, and although I know I took a million pictures, I still don't feel that it was enough, And it probably wouldn't of gotten to me so much if it wasn't the fact that I know how quickly time flys, and before I know it, phisher will be 8 and Cody 16 and Levi 15. I just can't help but to be sad if only there were more hours in a day and more days in the year. I am really happy though, I have a wonderful family and a great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I decided to go ahead and wean phisher from nurseing, if any one has any great tips for the pain I'm dealing with in my chest that would be great! Babysitting all these babies I never realized how much they kick and hit me there untill now just raising my arms above my head is a chore I don't want to do untill the swelling goes away! ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2477738025381784795?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2477738025381784795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2477738025381784795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2477738025381784795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2477738025381784795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-1st-birthday-phisher-kade-benge.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Phisher Kade Benge!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SbkHnLXMxWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x5fTUJyAKWs/s72-c/avery+%26+phishers+1st+birthday+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3014067215331090858</id><published>2009-03-04T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:32:57.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Sa67GggfD3I/AAAAAAAAAck/5DWjfJzLWVI/s1600-h/winter+2008+3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309386731196190578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Sa67GggfD3I/AAAAAAAAAck/5DWjfJzLWVI/s400/winter+2008+3296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Sa67F6KKXVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZDSZuwNgu1c/s1600-h/Phisher+march+08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309386720902012242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Sa67F6KKXVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZDSZuwNgu1c/s400/Phisher+march+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has this year gone? Tomorrow Phisher Kade turns 1! How crazy, It's been a busy first year and he has accomplished so many things, and I have been able to witness all of his firsts. I'm very thank ful for that. He has changed so much in his appearance, it's amazing. He is a very happy baby. Very witty and funny and full of love. I'm so very thankful that God decided that Phil and I needed this baby and that Phisher needed us.&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/3403339784656328079-3014067215331090858?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3014067215331090858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3014067215331090858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3014067215331090858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3014067215331090858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-turns-1.html' title='My baby turns 1!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/Sa67GggfD3I/AAAAAAAAAck/5DWjfJzLWVI/s72-c/winter+2008+3296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-653484809133460317</id><published>2009-02-19T11:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:05:33.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like today</title><content type='html'>Some good news!  My husband got yet another raise! It's his 3rd since June, I am really proud of him and his hard work.  He works through a union and is still in the apprenticeship program, The raise he got in June, everyone gets, That raise was to signify that he was no longer a 2nd year but a 3rd year. I don't remember exactly when but a few months ago, they moved him to 4th year pay and yesturday they moved him to 5th year pay. I'm just gonna pray that the economy holds and improves so he doesn't get laid off, always that possibility in the construction line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news, had court with the ex-husband today over child-support. They didn't put him in jail, he has till April 2nd to get his cdl license renewed, get a job and start paying. If not, then they will sentence him to 30 days work release.   I know that if I hadn't asked that he not be put in jail, they would of. I just didn't want the burden of telling my children that their father was in jail, when they were younger it was different, I didn't have to tell them because they had no concept of time. So I'm just really confident that we will finally start recieving help. Did I mention, that in the last 6 years he's only paid me 2,300? Sad to think that he is so far behind that he could potentially still be paying me childsupport when the boys are in their 30's. Hope everyone else has loads of good news today as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-653484809133460317?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/653484809133460317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=653484809133460317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/653484809133460317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/653484809133460317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/feels-like-today.html' title='Feels like today'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3456154383198013999</id><published>2009-02-18T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:13:58.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Want and you shall recieve</title><content type='html'>Lastnight the family and I went to Lafayette to pick up my portraits and some new picture frames.  And a new pair of shoes for Cody (kids go through shoes soooo fast).&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise right there next to the picture frames..... what did I see?  Stainless steel pots and pans!  *WOOT*    And they were on sale.   So with my witty self,  I say out loud oh look, Pots and pans. My wonderful husband says well lets have  a look see!!!!!!!! So guess who got one of her wish list items!!!!????? Yup yours truly!  YAY!  I loves loves loves my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3456154383198013999?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3456154383198013999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3456154383198013999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3456154383198013999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3456154383198013999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-and-you-shall-recieve.html' title='Want and you shall recieve'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-8678850355148620561</id><published>2009-02-16T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:22:22.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want....</title><content type='html'>Friday night I was informed that I want and want and that I am never satisfied. So I thought I would maybe vent just a tad.... and also get all my wants out so I understand just how many I have.... and maybe distinguish between my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything I need.... That being established... heres my wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I want a matching new bedroom suit.  one with an actual bed, and not just the boxspring and matress on the floor.... dressers that open (slide open) easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I want to travel to somewhere I've never been to once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) This can go in with number 2, but I want to take the boys to disney world, land whatever, while they are still young enough to enjoy the fantasy of it.... I've never been there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I want to have absolutely no debt other than my mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I want to go camping every year, I love it, Cody and Levi love it! and it's great family bonding time that everyone can remember forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all my wants: Lets see where my "I would likes can bring me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have more than 1 pair of pants that aren't 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like new pots and pans that I didn't get second hand 6 years ago, or that my husband didn't buy from the dollar store when he was a bachelor 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a family portrait with the whole family in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to get out of the house atleast every two weeks even if its just to the grocery without kids in tow........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record I didn't want a Wii, and I didn't want Power tools.... Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ope, Yup I see it clearly now.... I am selfish, over self indulged and completly never satisfied...  I will have to work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-8678850355148620561?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8678850355148620561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=8678850355148620561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8678850355148620561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/8678850355148620561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want.html' title='I Want....'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3664400376450573382</id><published>2009-02-16T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:56:39.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new dog</title><content type='html'>We met the new dog last Tuesday...  We were supposed to get him Thurseday. Thurseday the lady called and said she could bring him over Sunday or that my husband could pick him up on Wenesday..... This was left on my voicemail. I returned her call and left a msg....   Here it is Monday and no new news.... I believe she has decided not to get rid of the dog.... I am relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3664400376450573382?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3664400376450573382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3664400376450573382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3664400376450573382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3664400376450573382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-dog.html' title='The new dog'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4751027168301144670</id><published>2009-02-16T08:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:53:19.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>I didnt get roses or a card or a new diamond ring..... I got something better a date with my husband and baby Phisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl72eCz4RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yx6MIE6vzqk/s1600-h/winter+2008+3298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406211913474322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl72eCz4RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yx6MIE6vzqk/s400/winter+2008+3298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6SgCgEpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wk_ecrQ2TBQ/s1600-h/winter+2008+3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404494462128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6SgCgEpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wk_ecrQ2TBQ/s400/winter+2008+3304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6SBuA6PI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0r7BmUnLnWM/s1600-h/winter+2008+3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404486323136754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6SBuA6PI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0r7BmUnLnWM/s400/winter+2008+3300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6R5ZEtkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nGjXpkrOurc/s1600-h/winter+2008+3299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404484087821890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6R5ZEtkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nGjXpkrOurc/s400/winter+2008+3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6Rsv204I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t_wByatqRKw/s1600-h/winter+2008+3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404480693719938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6Rsv204I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/t_wByatqRKw/s400/winter+2008+3291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to Sears where the husband bought himself some new power tools, than off to Toys R Us where we bought the boys a Wii, Phisher some new outfits, and a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6SzDxnPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sDxeyCqsSOo/s1600-h/winter+2008+3306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404499567746290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl6SzDxnPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sDxeyCqsSOo/s400/winter+2008+3306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4751027168301144670?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4751027168301144670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4751027168301144670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4751027168301144670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4751027168301144670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZl72eCz4RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yx6MIE6vzqk/s72-c/winter+2008+3298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5801971884759866054</id><published>2009-02-12T08:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:17:58.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigs</title><content type='html'>So I've been lacking in the blogging department, January 28th we lost our dog Bigs to some sort of intestinal track problem. I suppose we had an idea that it could happen, but I just assumed that it wouldn't. I'm thinking that the beginning of January we took him in for his shots and a checkup up and the Vet informed me that he might have this binding in his intestines, but that when we brought him in to get nuetered she would find out for sure, and if that was the case we would have to do surgery.... She also told me to make sure he was still going #2.&lt;br /&gt;Than January 28th comes along and our puppy woke us up. He sounded like he was trying to throw up but never did. I called the vet at 8:30, was there by 9:05 and he was gone by 9:15a.m. It was so sudden and so fast it hit me like a mac truck. I really wasn't expecting it.... I really thought we would get Bigs some medicine, worst case scenario schedule surgery. It just never crossed my mind that as I walked into the vet holding my Bigs that the Lord had another plan for him, than for me to take him back home alive. If you know me very well you know that I am not an animal person, I don't like their droppings, their neediness, or their constant shedding of hair. But I loved Bigs... I love Bigs I'm not sure why I took to him like I did. But I did. Granted he still got on my nerves. I still feel broken from his passing. Maybe broken is the wrong term... I am still very much in mourning. I don't cry everyday or anything like that.... But I really miss his precense in our home. Anywho. I just figured I would pay tribute to the only dog I've ever truly loved. Since tonight my husband is bringing home a new dog. I just hope that the new dog can worm his way into my heart the way Bigs did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8aN-eveI/AAAAAAAAAbI/vc8AD0-Okc8/s1600-h/winter+2008+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929082447904226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8aN-eveI/AAAAAAAAAbI/vc8AD0-Okc8/s400/winter+2008+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8Z2DpESI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ndLJDbVSSgg/s1600-h/winter+2008+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929076027101474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8Z2DpESI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ndLJDbVSSgg/s400/winter+2008+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8Zqpar_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/PjcX9ZzZAVk/s1600-h/winter+2008+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929072964317170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8Zqpar_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/PjcX9ZzZAVk/s400/winter+2008+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8ZcZgDJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/yBGpo8XLb44/s1600-h/winter+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929069139463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8ZcZgDJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/yBGpo8XLb44/s400/winter+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ63QG2odI/AAAAAAAAAao/nkNgroVglI0/s1600-h/winter+2008+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927382212846034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ63QG2odI/AAAAAAAAAao/nkNgroVglI0/s400/winter+2008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ627CsrRI/AAAAAAAAAag/CnGI__FTebM/s1600-h/winter+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927376558271762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ627CsrRI/AAAAAAAAAag/CnGI__FTebM/s400/winter+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ60seIQzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IJWj4eD0Sa4/s1600-h/fall+2008+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927338287055666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ60seIQzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IJWj4eD0Sa4/s400/fall+2008+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ60WrJWqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-n4KVhqJWGI/s1600-h/fall+2008+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927332436073122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ60WrJWqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-n4KVhqJWGI/s400/fall+2008+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ60LAOGkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1X5hEvxYYsY/s1600-h/fall+2008+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927329303239234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ60LAOGkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1X5hEvxYYsY/s400/fall+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really was apart of our family and We all really really loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5801971884759866054?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5801971884759866054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5801971884759866054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5801971884759866054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5801971884759866054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/bigs.html' title='Bigs'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SZQ8aN-eveI/AAAAAAAAAbI/vc8AD0-Okc8/s72-c/winter+2008+252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4379464268514006967</id><published>2009-02-07T14:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:48:38.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>We got our family pictures done, well for the most part, Phil didn't want to be in them.... I know, Crazy I've been asking for 5 years, And I got tired of waiting so I just went and got some done of the boys and I. I bought the rights to them so Yes they are allowed to be on here. It made for a long photo session, Phisher really wanted to play with the props, not get his picture takin.  If I have your address I'll be sending you pics soon,... The actual pictures don't come in till the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3zDpYBYDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/g5OD1miym_A/s1600-h/s41980ca113556_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300159580456706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3zDpYBYDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/g5OD1miym_A/s400/s41980ca113556_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3ye7b6H_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xpL8t7v0yPs/s1600-h/s41980ca113556_5_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158949649686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3ye7b6H_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xpL8t7v0yPs/s400/s41980ca113556_5_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeh1aV_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/oACTnqC1o8M/s1600-h/s41980ca113556_17_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158942777333746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeh1aV_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/oACTnqC1o8M/s400/s41980ca113556_17_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeXXiy9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/p2GdZhwo3qc/s1600-h/s41980ca113556_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158939967704018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeXXiy9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/p2GdZhwo3qc/s400/s41980ca113556_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeVijbbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_PUHNu2rP40/s1600-h/s41980ca113556_8_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158939477011890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeVijbbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_PUHNu2rP40/s400/s41980ca113556_8_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeOhoNhI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VtfQTKePrgo/s1600-h/s41980ca113556_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300158937594082834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3yeOhoNhI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VtfQTKePrgo/s400/s41980ca113556_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4379464268514006967?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4379464268514006967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4379464268514006967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4379464268514006967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4379464268514006967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SY3zDpYBYDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/g5OD1miym_A/s72-c/s41980ca113556_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-9154474913256418682</id><published>2009-02-06T10:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:51:26.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It can happen to me!</title><content type='html'>I had a terrifying reality check today, And I thank the lord that the outcome came the way it did. Landon and Phisher has started to play in Phishers room.... It looks safe when you look in, I figured they would be fine.  I went to the restroom. and than heard Phisher start to cry... I assumed that Landon had just hit phisher with something, since this is Landons' favorite thing to do... hit people. ( we will break him of this)  Anyway so I hurry with my buisness even though I no longer hear Phisher crying. I walk into Phishers room and his baby monitor cord is wrapped around his neck! He was completely panicked because he couldn't move from where he was since it was still plugged into the wall, he was at the end of his "rope"!  He seems to be completely fine now, Have him and Landon both laid down for their naps. Although Phisher is asleep on the couch where I can peak at him often. I am still shook up from it.  Anyway I just wanted to post this not to show everyone that I make mistakes to as a parent but just to let everyone know that it does only take a second for an accident!  Never just assume why your baby is crying hurry and always find out.... because you never know. That and an area that might have been safe for your baby to play in a month ago, might no longer be safe, babies grow and change, so remember that childproofing is a daily activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-9154474913256418682?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9154474913256418682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=9154474913256418682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/9154474913256418682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/9154474913256418682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-can-happen-to-me.html' title='It can happen to me!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1057661555870272007</id><published>2009-02-03T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:00:17.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know I had a name</title><content type='html'>Alright so I read Ericas' blog, I feel so bad, I really honestly almost started to cry at the realization that I am the mean look lady. So to begin, I just really need to apologize for being that person that may have ruined someones day by my inconsideration. Though I hope no one takes me that seriously.   I wish I had excuses for my behavior though I don't, And I'm not just the mean look lady you find in the supermarket, I'm that lady everywhere. Since Highschool I haven't met a person and became friends with them where they haven't later disclosed that at first they didn't like me... to them I was seen as unaproachable, stuck up, and some many other choice words. I'm not sure why I am this way, I do not think I'm better than anyone else. Though, I'm bothered with sharing my shopping experience with other people. I seem to be the lucky one who always finds the closest parking spot.. and I always annouce "look they knew I was comeing and saved me a parking space". I march into the store with my high heeled boots and clank my ways through the isles.  I don't make eye contact with anyone. If I do It's because I feel that they are in "my" way. I wait patiently but make sure with the look I give them that they are aware that they have annoyed me. I suppose that theese people are also in the "mean look lady group" The other people in the store move quickly out of my way, and till I read Ericas' blog I assumed it was because they had manners. I'm even rude to the ladies at the checkout lane. I know that they get paid by the hour but do they have to take their time, therefore taking up mine?   And do they really feel the need to talk to me about the products I buy... I don't care if they use it also. And I didn't realize I was in a survey panel about whether or not I would recomend the product.  I wonder just how many times people have scowled in my direction praying that someone left the floor wet so I could slip and fall?  So I will try to be better, try to smile more at strangers and talk more to the cashiers, and stop giving everyone the glance because they happen to be in the same isle as me. I am really really apologetic. I'm hoping that I've lucked out and not ruined anyones day. Though I doubt thats the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-1057661555870272007?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1057661555870272007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1057661555870272007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1057661555870272007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1057661555870272007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-know-i-had-name.html' title='I didn&apos;t know I had a name'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-6184384201091183070</id><published>2009-02-02T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:13:06.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phisher started walking</title><content type='html'>So Phisher took his first steps February 1st,  This video isn't the first time he did it, probably like the 6th.  So Phisher was just under 11months old when he decided to start walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e12d1b8b8cb224d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De12d1b8b8cb224d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331682604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D456AB247FD331FD76ACE2B14AC5F33CD0088B67B.45D398CA6536D476689BC22BD42CC8B0CE5437AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De12d1b8b8cb224d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De2PFdT6O9eqAQvTJr8YepfU0SjM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De12d1b8b8cb224d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331682604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D456AB247FD331FD76ACE2B14AC5F33CD0088B67B.45D398CA6536D476689BC22BD42CC8B0CE5437AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De12d1b8b8cb224d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De2PFdT6O9eqAQvTJr8YepfU0SjM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-6184384201091183070?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e12d1b8b8cb224d2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6184384201091183070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=6184384201091183070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6184384201091183070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6184384201091183070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/02/phisher-started-walking.html' title='Phisher started walking'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2253354154711430284</id><published>2009-01-21T10:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:09:20.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is growing so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wish there was some way some how to slow a babies growth.  Phisher is less than 6 weeks away from being a year old.  It breaks my heart. Although I know he is still a baby... I know that one day very soon it will seem he will be Cody's age.  He is finally sleeping through  the night. Great ful I am, but It does hurt. Ha, I'm a ball baby  and I can't help it.  He no longer cries when he is ready to get out of his crib, he bangs his hand on the top and yells HA! Which he started 2 days ago.  which is so good, I'm so happy and proud of my baby, but really, can't he be just a week old again just for a little bit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2253354154711430284?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2253354154711430284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2253354154711430284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2253354154711430284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2253354154711430284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-is-growing-so-fast.html' title='My baby is growing so fast'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-176499501587837999</id><published>2009-01-12T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:45:27.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL THIS TECHNOLOGY I LOVE IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;, I just wanted to say how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I am for all the technology!  I blog, get to keep up with my brother Will and his lovely wife; see how the beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cunninghams&lt;/span&gt; are, which always makes me miss them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much since for awhile they were the sisters I never had. And all of my other "church" friends(sorry I put ya in that category)&lt;br /&gt;           I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;my space&lt;/span&gt; account which I love because I get to keep in contact with all my friends that I don't get to see as often because we all have families to keep us busy. Not to mention all my childhood friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, it's so nice to see how they are now without having to wait to school reunions.&lt;br /&gt;          And now I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; account and I love it because: I found my cousins Brandon and Felisha! Who I haven't heard from or seen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 15 years! Not to mention it seems that everyone who doesn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;my space&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; glad and thankful for the time that I live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-176499501587837999?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/176499501587837999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=176499501587837999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/176499501587837999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/176499501587837999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-this-technology-i-love-it.html' title='ALL THIS TECHNOLOGY I LOVE IT'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3537961470010762036</id><published>2009-01-05T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:30:31.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY BUMPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jx35CGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AAjwJ8-bbG0/s1600-h/winter+2008+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287857696890488930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jx35CGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AAjwJ8-bbG0/s400/winter+2008+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOPS HAD IT ZOOMED IN: LEVI AND I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jkTYWfI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jhjEFtTrlho/s1600-h/winter+2008+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287857693247691250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jkTYWfI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jhjEFtTrlho/s400/winter+2008+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI,CODY, PHISHER AND BEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jPAN6GI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PMa7tXbb0JU/s1600-h/winter+2008+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287857687530170466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jPAN6GI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PMa7tXbb0JU/s400/winter+2008+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN. NOTICE THAT I HAVE THE WINDOWS OPEN.... WE WERE HAVING SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS AND WERE UNDER A TORNADO WATCH! I'M NOT SURE HOW WARM EXACTLY IT WAS BUT OUR CENTRAL AIR IS SET ON 70 AND WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN THE FURNACE NEVER KICKED ON! THESE PICTURES ARE FROM DECEMBER 28TH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-ip4z2oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ag-5dYeH-1A/s1600-h/winter+2008+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287857677566990978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-ip4z2oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ag-5dYeH-1A/s400/winter+2008+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIM AND PHISHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-ia_ERwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_xy8p3lxj6k/s1600-h/winter+2008+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287857673566701314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-ia_ERwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_xy8p3lxj6k/s400/winter+2008+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN, MYSELF AND PHISHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_jnkMkBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dHsVSuAz2Tc/s1600-h/winter+2008+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858793635155986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_jnkMkBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dHsVSuAz2Tc/s400/winter+2008+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES GREEN BEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_ikk3C1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jJmhf7Uxrvk/s1600-h/winter+2008+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858775652764498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_ikk3C1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jJmhf7Uxrvk/s400/winter+2008+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY I TOUCH YOUR BABY BUMP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_h6rilUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PXLKDFn_LgQ/s1600-h/winter+2008+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858764406494530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_h6rilUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PXLKDFn_LgQ/s400/winter+2008+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH TYANK YOU! AND SO I'VE DECIDED THAT I WONT BE WEARING THIS SHIRT ANYMORE SINCE I LOOK LIKE I'M EXPECTING TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_iLxrvEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/321AtdyGYL0/s1600-h/winter+2008+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858768995662914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_iLxrvEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/321AtdyGYL0/s400/winter+2008+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T REALIZE HE WAS THAT MUCH TALLER THAN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_hTU6tJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l1j2rZMPpXY/s1600-h/winter+2008+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858753842623634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI_hTU6tJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l1j2rZMPpXY/s400/winter+2008+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM AND PHIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBsjznV1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/s4Mm3Zkniws/s1600-h/winter+2008+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861146268161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBsjznV1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/s4Mm3Zkniws/s400/winter+2008+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI, MYSELF AND PHISHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBugAMIzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SwIRj5cXPlM/s1600-h/winter+2008+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861179606901554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBugAMIzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SwIRj5cXPlM/s400/winter+2008+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I CHANGED CLOTHES GOT READY FOR BED AND THAN JOHN AND SARA FINALLY MADE IT, SARA ONLY HAS ABOT 4 MORE WEEKS AND THAN BLUE GREEN WILL BE HERE!..... I MEAN  AZURE JADE HERRINGTON WILL BE HERE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBtodl-BI/AAAAAAAAAZI/SvgzAoLAU-k/s1600-h/winter+2008+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861164697843730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBtodl-BI/AAAAAAAAAZI/SvgzAoLAU-k/s400/winter+2008+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I DIDN'T ASK HER IF I COULD TOUCH HER BUMP....  I HOPE SHE DIDNT MIND! HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBtdJjf4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ty6NQP6obDM/s1600-h/winter+2008+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861161661005698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBtdJjf4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ty6NQP6obDM/s400/winter+2008+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SOOOO TALL TOO!   WHEN DID MY BROTHERS GET SO TALL?  JOHN TOLD ME THAT DARRAN IS TALLER THAN HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBtLLkVZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/K3K1Sd16mw0/s1600-h/winter+2008+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861156837610898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWJBtLLkVZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/K3K1Sd16mw0/s400/winter+2008+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3537961470010762036?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3537961470010762036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3537961470010762036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3537961470010762036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3537961470010762036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-bumps.html' title='BABY BUMPS'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SWI-jx35CGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AAjwJ8-bbG0/s72-c/winter+2008+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3245199343055851523</id><published>2008-12-29T08:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:48:47.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's a simple tree, but very pritty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjiOMorH5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/DKyl2BH04S0/s1600-h/winter+2008+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222896257146770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjiOMorH5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/DKyl2BH04S0/s400/winter+2008+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to play with the ornaments,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjiNmOe9OI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hO4GYDgCK7Q/s1600-h/winter+2008+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222885946750178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjiNmOe9OI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hO4GYDgCK7Q/s400/winter+2008+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the Tree, We didn't put it up till the Sunday before Christmas... I was too worried about how hard keeping 3 babies and a toddler out of it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhnmgqlkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EyBtFq_3Cic/s1600-h/winter+2008+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222233187980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhnmgqlkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EyBtFq_3Cic/s400/winter+2008+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves helping mommy! and mommy loves his cute flippy hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhnCcZmtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YvhYCUjXZ0c/s1600-h/winter+2008+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222223506414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhnCcZmtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YvhYCUjXZ0c/s400/winter+2008+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhmwf9MtI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qXT-smhy7PY/s1600-h/winter+2008+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222218689491666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhmwf9MtI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qXT-smhy7PY/s400/winter+2008+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Phisher and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhmb61SmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7uLE4Z80aOE/s1600-h/winter+2008+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222213165075042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhmb61SmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7uLE4Z80aOE/s400/winter+2008+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing the Presents we bought eachother under the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhl_RV68I/AAAAAAAAAWA/e-e54MWuLLo/s1600-h/winter+2008+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222205474859970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjhl_RV68I/AAAAAAAAAWA/e-e54MWuLLo/s400/winter+2008+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigsbie attacking Levi: He loves to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf3ifBWhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-jTljyA3mN8/s1600-h/winter+2008+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220307961993746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf3ifBWhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-jTljyA3mN8/s400/winter+2008+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Camera wouldn't take a good picture of us in front of the tree, I'm guessing to much was going on , and it didn't know what to focus on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf3d3G44I/AAAAAAAAAVw/gLHEON6mDgc/s1600-h/winter+2008+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220306720842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf3d3G44I/AAAAAAAAAVw/gLHEON6mDgc/s400/winter+2008+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Phishers' First Christmas:) I love this baby sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf3JOx7AI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YUy32zCbbD8/s1600-h/winter+2008+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220301182987266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf3JOx7AI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YUy32zCbbD8/s400/winter+2008+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cookies for Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf2X_RhYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/v9ZQQPVzSFA/s1600-h/winter+2008+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220287964611970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf2X_RhYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/v9ZQQPVzSFA/s400/winter+2008+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put them up... Phisher is a cookie monster, he wasn't wanting to leave any for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf1q-xadI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QH2guTCC-Uc/s1600-h/winter+2008+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220275882912210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjf1q-xadI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QH2guTCC-Uc/s400/winter+2008+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how evryone else does it, but at my house I set my alarm and than go jump on my boys' bed to wake them up! I love doing it! And I know that when they look back they will love the memory of it instead of the memories I have from when I was little of waiting and waiting and waiting and begging and hearing 10 more minutes wait and be patient:) It seemed like eternity waiting for my parents to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjezQe0ICI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/F-Qf0UsHF6k/s1600-h/winter+2008+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219134898184226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjezQe0ICI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/F-Qf0UsHF6k/s400/winter+2008+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sleep still in his eyes.... I didn't hear a single complaint though! hmmmm imagine that. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjey0ZuGnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1jKZfytRe18/s1600-h/winter+2008+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219127360625266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjey0ZuGnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1jKZfytRe18/s400/winter+2008+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levis' turn,... Wake up honey! Santa came! hurry hurry hurry! You wouldn't believe all the presents he left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjeym4f--I/AAAAAAAAAVA/haZRwNdgUYU/s1600-h/winter+2008+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219123731626978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjeym4f--I/AAAAAAAAAVA/haZRwNdgUYU/s400/winter+2008+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling while whiping and rubbing his eyes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjex6iGEAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2b5WsM5a7qU/s1600-h/winter+2008+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219111826493442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjex6iGEAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2b5WsM5a7qU/s400/winter+2008+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Phishers turn... I'm a little nervous about this one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjexdbriKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tXIpJJkVZn4/s1600-h/winter+2008+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219104014960802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjexdbriKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tXIpJJkVZn4/s400/winter+2008+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww! He is soooo Sleepy, and has no idea whats instore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdz0jAQKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8-hnJSJ5I0Y/s1600-h/winter+2008+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285218045067804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdz0jAQKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8-hnJSJ5I0Y/s400/winter+2008+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdzlcaZ1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/kdeayL5vknE/s1600-h/winter+2008+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285218041013626706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdzlcaZ1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/kdeayL5vknE/s400/winter+2008+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick Cristmas morning Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdzGunovI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_2qVjRd1S1s/s1600-h/winter+2008+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285218032768492274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdzGunovI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_2qVjRd1S1s/s400/winter+2008+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdyjY7UAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-P-hwhMLyc8/s1600-h/winter+2008+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285218023282266114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdyjY7UAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-P-hwhMLyc8/s400/winter+2008+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the Stalkings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdx6tsQSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FK3tQwJlQkM/s1600-h/winter+2008+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285218012363505954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjdx6tsQSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FK3tQwJlQkM/s400/winter+2008+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Pants! Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjchwKzSuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bhRGoln_Kw8/s1600-h/winter+2008+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285216635143277282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjchwKzSuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bhRGoln_Kw8/s400/winter+2008+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his pajamas off sooo fast and put on his new pants and opened another present before we could snap another picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjchoAVM5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Dox58YpsWRI/s1600-h/winter+2008+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285216632951878546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjchoAVM5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Dox58YpsWRI/s400/winter+2008+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love it Phisher Kade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjchHe0MiI/AAAAAAAAATw/Q-ElBXlL_yk/s1600-h/winter+2008+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285216624221368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjchHe0MiI/AAAAAAAAATw/Q-ElBXlL_yk/s400/winter+2008+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Tony Hawk shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjcgjmWZHI/AAAAAAAAATo/gGqSOQxpeyw/s1600-h/winter+2008+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285216614589293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjcgjmWZHI/AAAAAAAAATo/gGqSOQxpeyw/s400/winter+2008+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjcgJw_8GI/AAAAAAAAATg/l2z3YJ9Klrw/s1600-h/winter+2008+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285216607654637666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjcgJw_8GI/AAAAAAAAATg/l2z3YJ9Klrw/s400/winter+2008+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Victoria Secret Pajama pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjahL0XcPI/AAAAAAAAATY/iUzccLyzd4g/s1600-h/winter+2008+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214426362245362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjahL0XcPI/AAAAAAAAATY/iUzccLyzd4g/s400/winter+2008+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi loves Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjag0y_wqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/3c82Gihsaaw/s1600-h/winter+2008+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214420182483618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjag0y_wqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/3c82Gihsaaw/s400/winter+2008+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his hot air being put to good use! HAHAHA! Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjagrUVYWI/AAAAAAAAATI/-hOpwrJPnvE/s1600-h/winter+2008+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214417637957986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjagrUVYWI/AAAAAAAAATI/-hOpwrJPnvE/s400/winter+2008+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Phisher! It's sooooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjagTgT4JI/AAAAAAAAATA/t1buuOjxoDk/s1600-h/winter+2008+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214411245740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjagTgT4JI/AAAAAAAAATA/t1buuOjxoDk/s400/winter+2008+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjaf-yWFNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/raRs2FsMne8/s1600-h/winter+2008+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214405684237522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjaf-yWFNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/raRs2FsMne8/s400/winter+2008+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3403339784656328079-3245199343055851523?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3245199343055851523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3245199343055851523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3245199343055851523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3245199343055851523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SVjiOMorH5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/DKyl2BH04S0/s72-c/winter+2008+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4623057784248645982</id><published>2008-12-16T07:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:46:44.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody and Levis' baby sister</title><content type='html'>I got to meet Cody and Levis' new baby sister Sunday, Her name is chloe and she has the darkest hair! I'm very happy for the ex-husband. I just hope that I do get to have even a small part in Chloes' life, I mean she is my boys' sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made Christmas decorations, They will probably never get hung up but I thought it would be something fun for the boys and I to do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND MY GORGEOUS CHRISTMAS TREE LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexlOY6vhI/AAAAAAAAASw/FJM2-Rlqnn8/s1600-h/winter+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280384341191081490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexlOY6vhI/AAAAAAAAASw/FJM2-Rlqnn8/s400/winter+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexk8FOgiI/AAAAAAAAASo/jA24uvx4uLg/s1600-h/winter+2008+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280384336276652578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexk8FOgiI/AAAAAAAAASo/jA24uvx4uLg/s400/winter+2008+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI, WILLIAM(THE BOYS' DAD) CHLOE AND CODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexkojP7hI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wqjn2DvVIWU/s1600-h/winter+2008+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280384331033865746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexkojP7hI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wqjn2DvVIWU/s400/winter+2008+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY, ME, CHLOE AND LEVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexj5sCaQI/AAAAAAAAASY/yNR84mkD_8M/s1600-h/winter+2008+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280384318454262018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexj5sCaQI/AAAAAAAAASY/yNR84mkD_8M/s400/winter+2008+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE LYNN LASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexjq2PuKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bmAFfGHFBCw/s1600-h/winter+2008+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280384314470545570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexjq2PuKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bmAFfGHFBCw/s400/winter+2008+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4623057784248645982?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4623057784248645982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4623057784248645982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4623057784248645982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4623057784248645982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/cody-and-levis-baby-sister.html' title='Cody and Levis&apos; baby sister'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUexlOY6vhI/AAAAAAAAASw/FJM2-Rlqnn8/s72-c/winter+2008+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1314837062183616625</id><published>2008-12-12T13:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:24:12.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BATH TIME</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know that my two oldest boys are realy to old to share bathtime, but I was giving Phisher a bath and they wanted to get in with him, so I let them and ofcourse I got their picture! I made sure to have lots of bubbles though to keep the privacy! I am so glad that I had the opportunity to take their picture though, I just love bath time photos. I think they are sooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2i8GSD8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/n0Wjx2cmp6w/s1600-h/winter+2008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278982424595926978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2i8GSD8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/n0Wjx2cmp6w/s400/winter+2008+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2iGgKslI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5nuTzKAlgos/s1600-h/winter+2008+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278982410208981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2iGgKslI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5nuTzKAlgos/s400/winter+2008+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER AND BIGSBIE SLEEPING TOGETHER SOOO SWEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK4HDIOuUI/AAAAAAAAARM/RvwF25upDsE/s1600-h/winter+2008+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278984144470063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK4HDIOuUI/AAAAAAAAARM/RvwF25upDsE/s400/winter+2008+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER AND HIS FIRST CANDY CANE 12/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK4GrCmD-I/AAAAAAAAARE/62jMFpZPT6U/s1600-h/winter+2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278984138003976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK4GrCmD-I/AAAAAAAAARE/62jMFpZPT6U/s400/winter+2008+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY TAKING OUR PICTURE ON THE WAY TO THE CHRIST MAS PROGRAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK4GK8IwuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DbsgrojNvZI/s1600-h/winter+2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278984129386955490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK4GK8IwuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DbsgrojNvZI/s400/winter+2008+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE PROGRAM, LEVI IS IN THE FIRST ROW ALL THE WAY TO THE LEFT! YOU SHOULD SEE HIM SING, HE IS ALWAYS THE LOUDEST AND OPENS HIS MOUTH AS WIDE AS HE CAN,... HE ALWAYS COMES HOME SINGING THE SONG THEY SANG AT CHURCH OR AT SCHOOL, I THINK I SHOULD GET HIM SOME VOICE LESSONS SINCE HE LOVES IT SO MUCH TO DEVELOPE HIT TALENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2ks56rII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dh-idD9YESY/s1600-h/winter+2008+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278982454877269122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2ks56rII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dh-idD9YESY/s400/winter+2008+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND I (LEVI WAS IN THE BACK SEAT SOUND ASLEEP OR I WOULD OF HAD HIM SQUEEZE IN FOR THE PICTURE, I KNOW SHOULDN'T DO THIS WHILE DRIVING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2kNoQk9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/3woc6hXkGb4/s1600-h/winter+2008+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278982446481707986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2kNoQk9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/3woc6hXkGb4/s400/winter+2008+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A BEAUTIFUL INDIANA DECEMBER SUNSET, (MAKES ALL OF YOU MISS IT HERE DOESNT IT LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2jicwKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NIW3S5I98wc/s1600-h/winter+2008+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278982434890721474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2jicwKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NIW3S5I98wc/s400/winter+2008+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-1314837062183616625?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1314837062183616625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1314837062183616625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1314837062183616625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1314837062183616625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/bath-time.html' title='BATH TIME'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUK2i8GSD8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/n0Wjx2cmp6w/s72-c/winter+2008+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5790173139574674993</id><published>2008-12-10T14:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:03:20.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BEEN FOREVER</title><content type='html'>OK, SO It's been forever since I've updated, And realy this is the first chance I've had, between the babies I watch, my own childre and their activities, basketball, church, scouts and other school functions, not to mention my husband who is/ can be a chore in itself I realy honestly haven't had time to update. SO where do I begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phisher is 9 months old and has finally cut his first tooth! Cody and Levi are playing basketball, the husband is still very busy with work and school. I thank the lord daily that the economy hasn't efected his job, and shouldn't since they have work lined up till June, in which the news is saying we should be coming out of recession by than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't put my tree up yet, I'm afraid of the chore it will become to keep 4 babies and a dog out of it daily. I imagine we will put it up the week of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband turned 33, My oldest Cody turned 8.... I can't believe I have an 8 year old! Last week he decided I was wierd..... I told him that one day he'll realize I'm cool again in which he looked at me and said... "I doubt in a million years that you will ever be cool" OUCH! One day I will be cool again, I understand though, my parents weren't cool for a long time also. Alright well about out of time again:( so heres some pictures, lots of random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILS 33RD BIRTHDAY CAKE, YES IT'S ELMO. NOVEMER 14TH IS HIS BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoLVwD6TI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2lVKDXBWAdI/s1600-h/fall+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278262938560620850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoLVwD6TI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2lVKDXBWAdI/s400/fall+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 10TH OUR ANNIVERSARY DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoKnR6FPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0h1zhfidQm8/s1600-h/ANNIVERSARY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278262926086116594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoKnR6FPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0h1zhfidQm8/s400/ANNIVERSARY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING IN THE SNOW THIS PAST WEEK DEC 6TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoKHjupwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SajaSYxWKM4/s1600-h/winter+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278262917570930434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoKHjupwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SajaSYxWKM4/s400/winter+2008+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoJyDv9XI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Lj6xgQ7G_oo/s1600-h/winter+2008+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278262911799653746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoJyDv9XI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Lj6xgQ7G_oo/s400/winter+2008+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER LOVES THIS BOPPER TOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoJbMT59I/AAAAAAAAAPE/HlF499cTql0/s1600-h/winter+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278262905661548498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoJbMT59I/AAAAAAAAAPE/HlF499cTql0/s400/winter+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 29TH CODY GOT AN IPOD FOR HIS BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmYFBGzDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Y7wD7vPVX_o/s1600-h/winter+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278260958383754290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmYFBGzDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Y7wD7vPVX_o/s400/winter+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE PHISHER PLAY WITH THE POTS AND PANS WHILE I COOK AND WASH DISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmX_RuyQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t9DCLVVKfj4/s1600-h/winter+2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278260956842871042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmX_RuyQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t9DCLVVKfj4/s400/winter+2008+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR NEW DOG BIGSBIE AND I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmXALNMGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1gxJXtVJuBM/s1600-h/winter+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278260939904069730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmXALNMGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1gxJXtVJuBM/s400/winter+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER LOVED HIS FIRST THANKSGIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmWEKnXPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cTf8RIfVL84/s1600-h/winter+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278260923795463410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmWEKnXPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cTf8RIfVL84/s400/winter+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER AND I ON HIS FIRST TURKEY DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmVrTFlpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DYzi0w1CMEY/s1600-h/winter+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278260917120112274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAmVrTFlpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DYzi0w1CMEY/s400/winter+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGSBIE LOVES TO WALK WITH PHISHER, HE PUTS HIS FRONT PAWS ON PHISHERS' BACK AND HAS PHISHER CRAWL THEM AROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsDCpXqjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/j4fHR9EEWGM/s1600-h/fall+2008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267194039839282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsDCpXqjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/j4fHR9EEWGM/s400/fall+2008+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY PLAYING BASKETBALL, HE'S PRITTY GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsCkH35VI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9rFOiZRSsDk/s1600-h/fall+2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267185846281554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsCkH35VI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9rFOiZRSsDk/s400/fall+2008+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND LEVI PRACTICING BEFORE THE GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsCJzLMDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wENULFWLjfg/s1600-h/fall+2008+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267178780143666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsCJzLMDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wENULFWLjfg/s400/fall+2008+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW WHY BABIES LOVE TO DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsBkvPdxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dNY5EHmAxnk/s1600-h/fall+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267168831534866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsBkvPdxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dNY5EHmAxnk/s400/fall+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES BATH TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsBRPoMQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DbKoalsvhUo/s1600-h/fall+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267163598663938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAsBRPoMQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DbKoalsvhUo/s400/fall+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5790173139574674993?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5790173139574674993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5790173139574674993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5790173139574674993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5790173139574674993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-forever.html' title='IT&apos;S BEEN FOREVER'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SUAoLVwD6TI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2lVKDXBWAdI/s72-c/fall+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2522190627449719094</id><published>2008-11-10T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:59:09.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>PHIL AND I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR A YEAR! IT'S NO SMALL MIRACLE.  WHEN YOU GATHER IN THAT WE HAVE BEEN DATING SINCE I WAS 21, WE HAD LIVED TOGETHER 6 MONTHS  ONE TIME AND IT SEEMED THAT EVERY OTHER WEEKEND I WAS KICKING HIM OUT FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER MOSTLY TRUST ISSUES, AND CALLING MY MOTHER FOR ADVICE.  BUT HERE WE ARE A YEAR AFTER OUR VOWELS AND I DO BELIEVE OUR LOVE HAS GROWN EVEN MORE!  OFCOURSE WE NO LONGER HAVE TRUST ISSUES SO THAT HELPS ALOT,  BUT WE HAVE GROWN TOGETHER, MAYBE PART OF IT IS THAT WE SHARE A COMMON GOAL TO SEE OUR BEAUTIFUL BABY BECOME A HAPPY HEALTHY SMART MAN. BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I  KNOW THAT ALOT OF OUR SUCCESS IS TO THE FACT THAT PHIL AND I WERE SEPARATED FOR A YEAR, AND DURING THIS YEAR, WE FOUGHT, WE DATED OTHER PEOPLE, WE DATED IN SECRET (CAUSE OUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY THOUGHT THE OTHER WAS NO GOOD FOR US) WE TRIED TO GIVE EACH OTHER REASONS WHY WE SHOULDN'T BE TOGETHER, OR WHY WE WOULD NEVER TAKE THE OTHER BACK, WE TRIED SABOTAGEING OUR FRIENDSHIP,  SO LONG STORY SHORT, WE DID EVERYTHING BUT KILL EACHOTHER, AND STILL AT THE END OF THE DAY WE REALY WERE INSEPERABLE. HE IS MY BEST, HE IS MY WORST, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY HE MAKES ME BETTER, AND I AM A LUCKY GIRL TO HAVE FOUND MY SOUL MATE. AND I'M GONNA LOVE "US" FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.  I LOVE MY HUSBAND!   OR RATHER MY BABY DADDY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2522190627449719094?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2522190627449719094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2522190627449719094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2522190627449719094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2522190627449719094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-amazing.html' title='IT&apos;S AMAZING!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-865542957352057193</id><published>2008-11-03T07:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:29:39.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ78p4l0ckI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NeATR5sPHGA/s1600-h/fall+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264422810938536514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ78p4l0ckI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NeATR5sPHGA/s400/fall+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ78psfppII/AAAAAAAAAOM/hVefSoDvs1U/s1600-h/fall+2008+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264422807691437186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ78psfppII/AAAAAAAAAOM/hVefSoDvs1U/s400/fall+2008+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHERS' FIRST CHOCOLATE FACE! THIS BABY LOVE THE THREE MUSKETEERS AND HERSHEY BARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ763LuuOzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X7u2rJD5SaY/s1600-h/fall+2008+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264420840391195442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ763LuuOzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X7u2rJD5SaY/s400/fall+2008+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND LEVI JUST WORE OLD HALLOWEEN COSTUMES FOR THEIR PICTURE, THEY DID TRICK OR TREATING WITH THEIR DAD THIS YEAR, AND OUT OF SPITE I MADE THIER DAD BUY THEM COSTUMES. I KNOW THAT WAS WRONG OF ME, AT THE TIME I WAS JUST COMPLETLY HURT AND UPSET, AND NOW HE WANTS THEM FOR CHRISTMAS MORNING! TALK ABOUT DEVASTATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ762hqnzLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Gtna9jcrZw/s1600-h/fall+2008+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264420829099707570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ762hqnzLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Gtna9jcrZw/s400/fall+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMYS' PUMPKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ762PPujAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jfWZiN5IheU/s1600-h/fall+2008+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264420824155065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ762PPujAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jfWZiN5IheU/s400/fall+2008+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-865542957352057193?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/865542957352057193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=865542957352057193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/865542957352057193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/865542957352057193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQ78p4l0ckI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NeATR5sPHGA/s72-c/fall+2008+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7384830172204284459</id><published>2008-10-29T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:56:46.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED SOME CLARITY</title><content type='html'>"JOE THE PLUMBER"      MY HUSBAND WORKS FOR THE PLUMBER AND STEAMFITTERS UNION, THE NEWS WENT TO WHERE MY HUSBAND WAS AND DID A PIECE FOR JOE THE PLUMBER......   MY HUSBAND AND ALL HIS COMRADS ARE VOTING FOR OBAMA.  SO I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE ARE SAYING THAT JOE THE PLUMBER SHOULD BE FOR MCCAIN.     THE WHOLE UNION IS FOR OBAMA.   AND IN THE BEGINNING DURING DISCUSSIONS OF WHO TO VOTE FOR, I WANTED RON PAUL, AND BECAUSE HE'S REPUBLICAN MY HUSBAND TOLD ME THAT VOTING FOR HIM WOULD HURT OUR FAMILY, AND SAME GOES FOR MCCAIN.          SO MAYBE I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR POLITICS.  BECAUSE I JUST DONT GET IT.     OBVIOULSY FOR THE MORAL STAND POINT MCCAIN IS A BETTER CANDIDATE, BUT THE FACT IS THEY WILL NEVER CHANGE ABORTION LAWS. MAYBE MAKE IT HARDER TO GET THE "PROCEDURE" DONE BUT NEVER MAKE IT ILLEGAL.  WHICH IS SAD.  BUT I GUESS OTHER THAN THAT, I JUST DONT SEE MCCAIN BEING THE PRESIDENT FOR MYSELF AND MY FAMILY, ALTHOUGH I DON'T SEE WHERE HE COULD BE WORSE THAN OBAMA, OR BETTER.       EVERYONE BLAMES BUSH FOR OUR ECONOMY BUT EVERYONE LIVES OUTSIDE THEIR MEANS.  WELL I CAN'T SAY EVERYONE, MY HUSBAND AND I "OTHER THAN OUR HOME" ONLY BUY WHAT WE CAN PAY WITH CASH.   SO MANY PEOPLE GET WHAT THEY WANT WHEN THEY WANT IT WITH NO REAL PLAN OF PAYING OF THEIR CREDIT CARDS. AND YET THEIR MAD ABOUT THE ECONOMY.  AMERICANS ARE SO WASTEFUL.  BUT HONESTLY I REALY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. SO WHOEVER WANTS TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THEY CAN I'D LOVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-7384830172204284459?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7384830172204284459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=7384830172204284459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7384830172204284459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7384830172204284459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-some-clarity.html' title='NEED SOME CLARITY'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1107996551876568312</id><published>2008-10-27T07:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:49:21.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*PUMPKIN PATCH*</title><content type='html'>2 WEEKENDS AGO WE HEADED OFF TO THE PUMPKIN PATCH WITH THE LOCAL CHRISTIAN CHURCH AND I'M SO GLAD WE DID! I WAS ABLE TO TAKE SOME ADORABLE "FALL" PICTURES OF THE BOYS, SO MUCH BETTER THAN GRABBING A PUMPKIN FROM THE KROGER STAND, OR THE SIDE OF THE ROAD STAND.  IF YOU HAVE ONE NEAR YOU, YOU SHOULD REALY TAKE THE EXTRA TIME TO GO. THEY HAD A NATURE TRAIL(SHORT) BUT IT WAS STILL NICE,  A CORN MAZE AND THAN ANICE WAGON AND PROPS FOR PERFECT SNAP SHOTS, NOT TO MENTION TONS OF PUMPKINS FOR THE YOUNGINS TO CHOOSE FROM, AND DRIVE US PARENTS NUTS! LEVI PICKED UP PROBABLY 15 DIFFERENT PUMPKINS BEFORE FINALY DECIDING ON WHICH ONE TO GO WITH! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS PICTURE OF LEVI WITH HIS PUMPKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz19hwxnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Dn8dpVOP90E/s1600-h/fall+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261809479282902642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz19hwxnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Dn8dpVOP90E/s400/fall+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS A NICE PUMPKIN YOU GOT THERE PHISHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz1axQ1cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i-2l5ZQaf6g/s1600-h/fall+2008+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261809469952677314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz1axQ1cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i-2l5ZQaf6g/s400/fall+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF HE IS COMPLETLY PERFECT DOWN TO HIS LAST BLOND HAIR! I LOVE THIS LITTLE MAN SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz05JxsEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lQ_WdQa6yzI/s1600-h/fall+2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261809460928688194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz05JxsEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lQ_WdQa6yzI/s400/fall+2008+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE IN THE CORN MAZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz0W_lKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LN340igBZ58/s1600-h/fall+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261809451759118690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz0W_lKWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LN340igBZ58/s400/fall+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHERS' FIRST NATURE HIKE WITH DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWzzTYXRXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mpIwjMAIe_Y/s1600-h/fall+2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261809433609454962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWzzTYXRXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mpIwjMAIe_Y/s400/fall+2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;THIS PICTURE IS OUT OF ORDER BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE FIXING IT,.... LATER WE HAD A WEENY ROAST AND THIS WAS THE ONLY PICTURE I TOOK:( I SUPPOSE IT HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1MjLHCwI/AAAAAAAAANU/_wSezXVtPGU/s1600-h/fall+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810966857190146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1MjLHCwI/AAAAAAAAANU/_wSezXVtPGU/s400/fall+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND LEVI WITH THEIR JACK O'LANTERS (SHOULD OF WAITED TO CARVE THEM THEY ARE ALREADY STARTING TO MUSH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1MZ_HUsI/AAAAAAAAANM/PmVxYvri7Fw/s1600-h/fall+2008+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810964390957762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1MZ_HUsI/AAAAAAAAANM/PmVxYvri7Fw/s400/fall+2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1L4KWtgI/AAAAAAAAANE/Txuy3adZHPU/s1600-h/fall+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810955311298050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1L4KWtgI/AAAAAAAAANE/Txuy3adZHPU/s400/fall+2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 3 BOYS! I'M SO LUCKY AND SO BLESSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1LT-Xm_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/34Dff3ktkEg/s1600-h/fall+2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810945597348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1LT-Xm_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/34Dff3ktkEg/s400/fall+2008+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY WITH HIS PUMPKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1K4QRWGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jGwsCi2_HpQ/s1600-h/fall+2008+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810938156243042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQW1K4QRWGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jGwsCi2_HpQ/s400/fall+2008+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE ITS ALREADY TIME FOR HALLOWEEN! HOW FAST TIME GOES BYE! I WISH THERE WAS SOME WAY TO SLOW IT DOWN.  IT'S ALMOST DEPRESSING.  ANYWAY THINGS AT THE BENGE/LASTER RESIDENCE HAS BEEN GOING REALY WELL. PHIL GOT A HUGE RAISE AT WORK BECAUSE HE'S THE BEST AT HIS JOB! WHICH IS SO NICE THAT THEY WERE ABLE TO REALIZE THAT AND THAN PAY HIM ACCORDING TO THAT.  CODY MADE THE HONOR ROLL AND LEVI IS DOING REALY WELL IN HIS CLASSES ALSO.  PHISHER IS SCOOTING RIGHT ALONG WITH HIS MAJOR MILESTONES, HE IS NOW SAYING DAD ALSO WITH MOM, HE IS A SUPER FAST CRAWLER, AND IS DOING SOOOO WELL AT PULLING HIMSELF UP, AND GETTING HIMSELF BACK DOWN AGAIN, HE TRIES TO CLIMB STAIRS (AND BY TRY I MEAN, HE CAN BUT I DON'T LET HIM) HE HAS STARTED WALKING AROUND FURNITURE, I BELIEVE HE WILL BE ALOT LIKE CODY AND MAYBE START WALKING BY 9MONTHS LIKE CODY DID. ANYWAY PHISHER HAS STARTED DRINKING JUICE FROM A BOTTLE, SO HOPEFULLY SOON HE'LL START TAKEING FORMULA FROM A BOTTLE ALSO! I'M SOOOO OVER NURSEING! HAHA WELL SPEAKING OF I HEAR HIM WAKING UP SO GOTTA GO!&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/3403339784656328079-1107996551876568312?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1107996551876568312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1107996551876568312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1107996551876568312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1107996551876568312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='*PUMPKIN PATCH*'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SQWz19hwxnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Dn8dpVOP90E/s72-c/fall+2008+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1055706697143458244</id><published>2008-10-13T07:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:16:59.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M HORRIBLE AT THIS BLOG THING!</title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY!    SOMEHOW, I'VE LOST ALL MY NAVIGATIONAL TOOLS TO GO TO EVERYONE ELES' BLOGS, I TRIED PUTTING UP A NEW BACKGROUND BECAUSE I SAW HOW CUTE CAMIS' BLOG WAS AND THAT GOT MESSED UP! SO... IF ANYONE WANTS MY PASSWORD (WHICH I DON'T KNOW) HAHAHA I GET ON THROUGH MY GMAIL ACCOUNT, ANYWAY IF YOU WANT TO FIX IT FOR ME I'D LOVE YA FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-1055706697143458244?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1055706697143458244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1055706697143458244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1055706697143458244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1055706697143458244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-horrible-at-this-blog-thing.html' title='I&apos;M HORRIBLE AT THIS BLOG THING!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-166165882945575968</id><published>2008-10-01T11:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:42:12.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BUSY-NESS OF MOTHERHOOD</title><content type='html'>WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH TIME IT TAKES TO BE A GOOD MOM AND HOW OVERWHELMING IT CAN BE.  I AM SO LUCKY THAT I AM ABLE TO STAY HOME AND BE THE "SOCCER" MOM, I LOVE IT EVEN THOUGH I'M ALWAYS EXHAUSTED, MY HAIR STAYS IN A PONY TAIL, AND I FIND MY SELF IN PAJAMA PANTS.   EVERY MORNING I GET OUT OF BED AT 6:20, NOT A MINUTE SOONER NOT A MINUTE LATER, PHISHER MIGHT WAKE UP BEFORE THAT TIME FOR SOME EATUMS(HE'S IN BED WITH ME BY THIS TIME AS I MIGHT PUT HIM IN HIS CRIB BUT SOMETIME IN THE NIGHT I BRING HIM BACK TO BED WITH ME). BROOKLYNN, IZZY, AND LANDON ARRIVE AROUND 6:30 A.M.  I BARELY REMEMBER SEEING THEIR MOMMYS' I'M STILL CROSS EYED. AT 6:45A.M I WAKE MY CODY AND LEVI TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL, CHECK THEIR BOOKBAGS TO MAKE SURE THEY HAVE EVERYTHING, WALK OUT SIDE CHECK THE WEATHER TO LET THEM KNOW WHAT TO WEAR.  7:20 A.M. THEY LEAVE FOR SCHOOL.  THAN I START CHANGING THE DIAPERS. FEED EVERYONE A BOTTLE EXCEPT BROOKLYNN WHO GETS CEREAL OR EGGS, AND PHISHER IN STILL NURSEING.  AT 11:00A.M. EVERYONE GETS CHANGED AGAIN(IF THEY HADN'T NEEDED IT YET ALREADY) THAN FED WHICH IS A FEAT IN ITSELF SINCE THE 3 LIL ONES CANT EVEN HOLD THEIR OWN SPOONS YET.  THAN HOPEFULLY I GET THEM ALL ASLEEP BY 12:30P.M. AND THAN I START ON DISHES, AND LAUNDRY AND SET OUT SOME KIND OF MEAT FOR DINNER.  THE BOYS ARRIVE HOME FROM SCHOOL AROUND 3:45,  BROOKLYNN,IZZY AND LANDON LEAVE AROUND 4:15P.M., CODY AND LEVI DO HOMEWORK, WHILE I FEED PHISHER. AT 5:30 WE ALL PACK UP AND GO TO ONE OF TWO PLACES, SCOUTS OR FOOTBALL, OR CHURCH. AND DINNER IS COOKED EITHER AT 6 OR AT 7:30, DEPENDING ON THE NIGHT OF THE WEEK. THE LOCAL CHRISTIAN CHURCH HAS A PROGRAM ON WEDNESDAY NIGHTS THAT LEVI LIKES TO GO TO, AND CODY HAS SCOUTS THOSE NIGHTS. BUT THEY HAVE FOOTBALL ON MONDAY AND THURSEDAY NIGHTS. SO TUESDAY AND FRIDAY WERE FREE FOR OUR EVENINGS WHICH IS NICE. ALTHOUGH PHISHER IS NEVER IN BED BEFORE 10:OOP.M. AND RARELY BEFORE 11:30 P.M.  I'M BUSY FROM THE TIME MY FEET HIT THE FLOOR IN THE MORNING UNTILL MY I COLAPSE INTO BED AT NIGHT, AND EVEN THOUGH PHISHER IS 4 DAYS AWAY FROM HIS 7 MONTH BIRTHDAY HE STILL WAKES UP EVER 21/2 TO 3 HOURS.  AND I KNOW THAT HE'S DOING IT MORE OUT OF HABIT THAN ANYTHING, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BREAK HIM FROM THIS! ALRIGHT WELL ENJOY THE PICTURES!  I'M OUT OF TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIS LITTLE BIG HAM HOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhLMqaPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8tOOBhbPmPc/s1600-h/september+08+phisher+6months+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219181757786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhLMqaPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8tOOBhbPmPc/s400/september+08+phisher+6months+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S PULLING HIMSELF UP NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhGGMUvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gdGbTCqN9Fc/s1600-h/september+08+phisher+6months+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219180388471538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhGGMUvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gdGbTCqN9Fc/s400/september+08+phisher+6months+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STEPPING AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhS9SmrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ksW64FJLrMk/s1600-h/september+08+phisher+6months+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219183840795314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhS9SmrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ksW64FJLrMk/s400/september+08+phisher+6months+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS FIRST TIME IN SHOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhsQaEFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Gt1ov9Hl5u0/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219190631862354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhsQaEFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Gt1ov9Hl5u0/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI PREPARING FOR HIS FLAG FOOTBALL GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhou2odI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3Is2SgrbDfs/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219189685821906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhou2odI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3Is2SgrbDfs/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY PREPARING FOR HIS FLAG FOOTBALL GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOiz-NdnQI/AAAAAAAAALE/driCjPeHUbU/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220604200623362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOiz-NdnQI/AAAAAAAAALE/driCjPeHUbU/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE GAME IS ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0FsZN8I/AAAAAAAAALM/j73VIUIUU8g/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220606209406914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0FsZN8I/AAAAAAAAALM/j73VIUIUU8g/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL AND CODY SQUARING OFF FOR OUR FAMILY AIR HOCKEY TOURNAMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0RIzrgI/AAAAAAAAALU/8X_zJ0nV6xs/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220609281371650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0RIzrgI/AAAAAAAAALU/8X_zJ0nV6xs/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI AND MYSELF, I WAS THE OVERALL LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0pna2OI/AAAAAAAAALc/Lxhs_xiBdTY/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220615852218594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0pna2OI/AAAAAAAAALc/Lxhs_xiBdTY/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND LEVI FISHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0oZ77_I/AAAAAAAAALk/mRfTdnhEDVg/s1600-h/cody+and+levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220615527231474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOi0oZ77_I/AAAAAAAAALk/mRfTdnhEDVg/s400/cody+and+levi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI FISHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjsvH9Y0I/AAAAAAAAALs/s1M0_Bcav0Q/s1600-h/levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221579403551554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjsvH9Y0I/AAAAAAAAALs/s1M0_Bcav0Q/s400/levi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI FISHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjssHR7AI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FjyGIj-KPXY/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221578595396610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjssHR7AI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FjyGIj-KPXY/s400/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHERS' FIRST TIME IN GRASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjszexeTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Uel6HCsSCM/s1600-h/phisher3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221580572981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjszexeTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Uel6HCsSCM/s400/phisher3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE HE LIKES IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjtfq1bYI/AAAAAAAAAME/kP9b-Pmt1jk/s1600-h/phisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221592434732418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOjtfq1bYI/AAAAAAAAAME/kP9b-Pmt1jk/s400/phisher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-166165882945575968?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/166165882945575968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=166165882945575968' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/166165882945575968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/166165882945575968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-ness-of-motherhood.html' title='THE BUSY-NESS OF MOTHERHOOD'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SOOhhLMqaPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8tOOBhbPmPc/s72-c/september+08+phisher+6months+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4567900531979222216</id><published>2008-09-28T09:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:09:56.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ACHIEVMENTS FOR PHISHER KADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN TRYING REALY HARD TO KEEP UP WITH ALL HIS ACHIEVEMENTS AND WRITE DOWN THE DATES AS HE ACHIEVES THEM AND I DO BELIEVE I AM FAILING MISERABLY! PHISHER HAS BEEN CRAWLING FOR ALMOST A MONTH NOW AND LAST WEEK I WOULD SAY ABOUT THE 18TH OR 19TH HE STARTED PULLING HIM SELF UP TO THE COUCH AND OTHER OBJECTS AND THE 25TH HE STARTED TURNING TO TRY TO WALK AWAY FROM OBJECTS! HE IS GROWING UP TO FAST~! HE IS STILL ON STAGE 1 BABY FOOD, AND I INTRODUCED HIM TO A SIPPY CUP WHEN HE WAS 5 MONTHS, HE STILL SEES A SIPPY CUP AS MORE OF A CHEW TOY THAN ANYTHING, HOPEFULLY SOON HE WILL GRASP THE IDEA THAT IT CONTAINS A YUMMY DRINK, AND THAN I'LL BE ABLE TO STOP BREASTFEEDING! ENJOY THE PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI FISHING (LEVI'S ON THE LEFT AND I BELIEVE THE BOY NEXT TO HIMS NAME IS CAMERON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kaKP_ylI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_NDP_8glzrA/s1600-h/cody+and+levi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096459872291410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kaKP_ylI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_NDP_8glzrA/s400/cody+and+levi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY IS ON THE LEFT LEVI ON THE RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kabLtn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YhavUOTiZME/s1600-h/cody+and+levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096464417726370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kabLtn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YhavUOTiZME/s400/cody+and+levi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHERS FIRST TIME IN A PAIR OF SHOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kaftmwQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xeScBODkNmo/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096465633624322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kaftmwQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xeScBODkNmo/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI PREPARING TO PLAY FLAG FOOTBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kamqvyqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ouj1W4gk5Ak/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096467500681890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kamqvyqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ouj1W4gk5Ak/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY~ HE IS REALY GOOD AT THIS GAME! I ALMOST CANT WAIT TILL NEXT YEAR TO WATCH TACKLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-nRZ86VMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/blXYxFxAsWc/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251099608003269826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-nRZ86VMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/blXYxFxAsWc/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY AND LEVI PLAYING #5 AND #7 ARE THEIR NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-nRzowp8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/99SwWQZbTPU/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251099614898071490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-nRzowp8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/99SwWQZbTPU/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY LEADING THE STRETCHING EXERCISES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-o6G47ZtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tGgKfjvWedo/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251101406772553426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-o6G47ZtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tGgKfjvWedo/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-o6Ga33VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DQbEPs3egS4/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251101406646492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-o6Ga33VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DQbEPs3egS4/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-o6frYiyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t4kJluj71Wo/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251101413426629410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-o6frYiyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t4kJluj71Wo/s400/july+08+phisher+5months+augest+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SLEEPING BABIES! AND JUST LOOK AT THOSE HAMHOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hGMb4kxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OPCYUksqQcg/s1600-h/september+08+phisher+6months+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092818326754066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hGMb4kxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OPCYUksqQcg/s400/september+08+phisher+6months+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS DADDY HERE! I CANT BELIVE HE'S ALREADY PULLING HIMSELF UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hGe6B5bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eXQY7FZQWJM/s1600-h/september+08+phisher+6months+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092823285032370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hGe6B5bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eXQY7FZQWJM/s400/september+08+phisher+6months+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ALONE STEPPING AWAY! WHERE DID MY HELPLESS BUNDLE OF JOY GO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hGpgo2WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZzM1VOfxfU8/s1600-h/september+08+phisher+6months+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092826131323234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hGpgo2WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZzM1VOfxfU8/s400/september+08+phisher+6months+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS FIRST TIME PLAYING IN THE GRASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hHFgoy7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zmxCwKQlNlM/s1600-h/phisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092833647512498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-hHFgoy7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zmxCwKQlNlM/s400/phisher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SN-kZ1hFxPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y17kBM3n8Uc/s1600-h/phisher3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096454306841842" style="DISPLAY: block; 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AND RECENTLY HE HAS BEEN SAYING MOMMA TO ME. ALTHOUGH I'M NOT SURE IF I COUNT THAT AS HIS FIRST WORD SINCE I'M SURE HE DOESN'T REALIZE WHAT IT MEANS. BUT I WANT TO, BECAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER THE OTHER BOYS SAYING IT UNTILL THEY WERE CLOSER TO ONE IF NOT OLDER THAN THAT. OFCOURSE, WITH THEM I WORKED 12 HOUR DAYS 7 DAYS A WEEK WHEN THEY WERE LITTLE SO I MISSED EVERYTHING FOR THE MOST PART. WELL THATS ALL I HAVE TIME FOR I HOPE EVERYONE IS DOING WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-6068587417489149081?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6068587417489149081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=6068587417489149081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6068587417489149081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6068587417489149081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/09/phisher-is-crawling.html' title='PHISHER IS CRAWLING'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-3448664222358303379</id><published>2008-08-22T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:05:26.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGEST 21</title><content type='html'>PHISHER, LANDON , AND IZZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_OGjHbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f6DtafVv4eQ/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237418072400403890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_OGjHbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f6DtafVv4eQ/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER N LANDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_Rx3BSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VzFZ5Wv0lbU/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237418073387369762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_Rx3BSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VzFZ5Wv0lbU/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_rumnAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nB0IeP0hY7g/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237418080353033218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_rumnAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nB0IeP0hY7g/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE CAN SIT UP ALL BY HIS SELF, AND HAS BEE ABLE TO FOR THE LAST 2 WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8MAJolRPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4opoq2_eu-g/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237418088380843250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8MAJolRPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4opoq2_eu-g/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TOO LONG NOW AND HE'LL BE CRAWLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8MD-b0xDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FNJq93PVdfs/s1600-h/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237418154094019634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8MD-b0xDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FNJq93PVdfs/s400/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-3448664222358303379?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3448664222358303379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=3448664222358303379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3448664222358303379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/3448664222358303379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/augest-21.html' title='AUGEST 21'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SK8L_OGjHbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f6DtafVv4eQ/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-445290904349945436</id><published>2008-07-31T13:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:32.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM PICTURES</title><content type='html'>AT THE ZOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICjp_8p5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/j0nW0s5E8OE/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229244928923314066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICjp_8p5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/j0nW0s5E8OE/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THIS IS WHAT BEN LIKES; CODY AND LEVI LOVE IT TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICkGmZJQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P_Utz1O_15E/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229244936600757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICkGmZJQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P_Utz1O_15E/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICkTgZPMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7N8HjLjyoRk/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229244940065258690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICkTgZPMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7N8HjLjyoRk/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HES SO TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICk2Dbk3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9QCTxhngxaE/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229244949339018098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICk2Dbk3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9QCTxhngxaE/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHISHER LOVES HIS RUPERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJIApHfeepI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6rX1Qp7DgGs/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229242823716272786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJIApHfeepI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6rX1Qp7DgGs/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-445290904349945436?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/445290904349945436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=445290904349945436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/445290904349945436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/445290904349945436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pictures.html' title='RANDOM PICTURES'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SJICjp_8p5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/j0nW0s5E8OE/s72-c/july+08+phisher+4months+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4090420770370316522</id><published>2008-07-11T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:39:15.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO FRONT</title><content type='html'>PHISHER ROLLED FROM HIS BACK TO HIS FRONT TODAY! HE ALSO HAD HIS 4MONTH CHECKUP. HE IS 17LBS 9OZ. AND IS 25 1/2 INCHES LONG! WELL THATS ALL I HAVE TIME FOR.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4090420770370316522?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4090420770370316522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4090420770370316522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4090420770370316522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4090420770370316522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-front.html' title='BACK TO FRONT'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2508186120093140926</id><published>2008-07-09T11:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:44.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4TH OF JULY COOKOUT ON THE 5TH</title><content type='html'>WATER BALOON FIGHT IS A MUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvOlTJ5xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l3VwfdnRF8U/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060901838907154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvOlTJ5xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l3VwfdnRF8U/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODY WAS A SHARP SHOOTER WHEN IT COMES TO BALLOON THROWING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvPFiW53I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PZU2xOQYDr8/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060910492608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvPFiW53I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PZU2xOQYDr8/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL GOT IT GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvPcx4fxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MSUZlHHnyjM/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060916731739922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvPcx4fxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MSUZlHHnyjM/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER AND GARRETT JUST LAYING AROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvPhDi-xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vOoNabwKoaI/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060917879569170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvPhDi-xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vOoNabwKoaI/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvQGN0GVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dDKSEeOnGy4/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060927854745938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvQGN0GVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dDKSEeOnGy4/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN TELL I'M EXHAUSTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxuiwpt-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aFMHuD55BWg/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221063649936390114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxuiwpt-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aFMHuD55BWg/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARKLERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxvFFOtQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DrNTNZM9bYE/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221063659149505794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxvFFOtQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DrNTNZM9bYE/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI SHOOTING OFF ROMAN CANDLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxvsEJr_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/oxA9Nqq8OAA/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221063669613965298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxvsEJr_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/oxA9Nqq8OAA/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL AND HIS FRIEND JON SHOOTING ROMAN CANDLES AT EACHOTHER....(ROMAN CANDLE WAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxv86RozI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p_k9THvOFNE/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221063674135946034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxv86RozI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p_k9THvOFNE/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OFCOURSE FIREWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxwdY6NpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GML8yzB7PXQ/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221063682854368914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTxwdY6NpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GML8yzB7PXQ/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTzoY0TLBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gETWfVxwUxE/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221065743211375634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTzoY0TLBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gETWfVxwUxE/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHISHER IS SOOO CONTENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTzo_eWhkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Na_7PIy2PGQ/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221065753588303426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTzo_eWhkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Na_7PIy2PGQ/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY AND PHISHER... HE'S BRIGHT EYED AT 1:00 A.M.  AND I AM NOT. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTzpP0Zq4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GeaM4LgJD2E/s1600-h/july+08+phisher+4months+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221065757975751554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTzpP0Zq4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GeaM4LgJD2E/s400/july+08+phisher+4months+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IT WAS A GREAT DAY, LOTS OF FOOD, SMORES, SOME BASEBALL, CORNHOLE, CLOSE FRIENDS,AND LOTS OF LAGHTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2508186120093140926?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2508186120093140926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2508186120093140926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2508186120093140926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2508186120093140926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-cookout-on-5th.html' title='4TH OF JULY COOKOUT ON THE 5TH'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SHTvOlTJ5xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l3VwfdnRF8U/s72-c/july+08+phisher+4months+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4168908741880488379</id><published>2008-07-03T23:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:48.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME SUMMER FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE'S GONNA BE A CARDINALS FAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xHwR8s_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/f_NPJ7JFrZo/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022289969656818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xHwR8s_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/f_NPJ7JFrZo/s400/levi+6th+birthday+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HANDSOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xICYTHLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uD21YhKKDFE/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022294828129458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xICYTHLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uD21YhKKDFE/s400/levi+6th+birthday+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES HIS DADDY SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xIUgZOHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VBsjWlqhC0I/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022299693922418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xIUgZOHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VBsjWlqhC0I/s400/levi+6th+birthday+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS SUMMER WITHOUT BREAKING OUT THE SLIP-N-SLIDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2v7jTEyQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lcZKEl6dDl8/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219020980814661890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2v7jTEyQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lcZKEl6dDl8/s400/levi+6th+birthday+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2v8ObB6wI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZbVaKoAXgYM/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219020992390753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2v8ObB6wI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZbVaKoAXgYM/s400/levi+6th+birthday+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLIP-N-SLIDES ARENT JUST FOR KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2v8bq4iOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YeyezDqqxCk/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219020995946907874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2v8bq4iOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YeyezDqqxCk/s400/levi+6th+birthday+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING ABOUT BOYS MAKES THEM WANT TO TEAR COUCHES APART AND GET WILD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2uiOjKSvI/AAAAAAAAADw/onSTDwWUmtU/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019446236629746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2uiOjKSvI/AAAAAAAAADw/onSTDwWUmtU/s400/levi+6th+birthday+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVI WASNT AS BRAVE ABOUT JUMPING AS CODY WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2uibvSzMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YED8sRc2pVw/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019449777179842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2uibvSzMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YED8sRc2pVw/s400/levi+6th+birthday+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW HIGH HE JUMPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2ui7muXxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/99EnrB8DnVA/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019458331172626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2ui7muXxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/99EnrB8DnVA/s400/levi+6th+birthday+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! THEY WERE CALLING THEMSELVES CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2tT7wC1uI/AAAAAAAAADo/N4dRrqbVhQc/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018101160597218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2tT7wC1uI/AAAAAAAAADo/N4dRrqbVhQc/s400/levi+6th+birthday+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2tC21CoaI/AAAAAAAAADg/sMvzFgg03Kc/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219017807781601698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2tC21CoaI/AAAAAAAAADg/sMvzFgg03Kc/s400/levi+6th+birthday+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4168908741880488379?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4168908741880488379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4168908741880488379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4168908741880488379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4168908741880488379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-summer-fun.html' title='SOME SUMMER FUN'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SG2xHwR8s_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/f_NPJ7JFrZo/s72-c/levi+6th+birthday+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-2982906778213695442</id><published>2008-06-27T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:25:42.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVEYNESS</title><content type='html'>ONE WORD SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? END TABLE&lt;br /&gt;2.Your significant other? WORK:(&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? PONY TAIL&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? BRAVE&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? DETERMINED&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? ENLIGHTENING&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? RUM-N-COKE&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? FLAWLESSNESS&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in? COZY&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? SCRAPBOOKING&lt;br /&gt;12.Your fear? UTTER BOREDOM&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in six years? ACCOMPLISHED&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? WEAK&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? BLUEBERRY&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items? BEDROOM SUIT&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? DIVORCE&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? CLEANED&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV.? HUGE&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? MISS WHISKERS&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? INFORMATIONAL&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? COMPLICATED&lt;br /&gt;25.Your mood? WHIMSICAL&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? ROXY&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? MISLEADING&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? SHOES&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite store? VICTORIA SECRET&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? BOREING&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone? ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?NUETRALS&lt;br /&gt;33. When was the last time you laughed? ANY SECOND&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? YESTURDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-2982906778213695442?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2982906778213695442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=2982906778213695442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2982906778213695442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/2982906778213695442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/surveyness.html' title='SURVEYNESS'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5146129831883049163</id><published>2008-06-26T11:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:50.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June 26th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our new home. Don't be fooled, it is cozy but its a large 3 bedroom 2 car attached garage. Yet small enough that its easy to clean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPLTsK6fiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XrXVwyInAs0/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216236332560055842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPLTsK6fiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XrXVwyInAs0/s400/levi+6th+birthday+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we are all moved into our new home:) Our home for atleast the next ten years, if not longer. How exciting! I dislike moving with a passion! Ofcourse now we need to have another garage sale! Ha! Everytime we move it seems there becomes a mass of things we find that we do not use anymore or need. I do struggle though on deciding what to get rid of.... I always wonder if I throw something out will I regret it down the road? And than I tell myself that if I haven't used it in the last 6 months I probably won't. Any way I am extremely happy with our new home! I do wish that there were a few more neighbor kids for the boys to play with, and maybe that some of the scenery was kept nicer(not to be mean to my neighbors) because they are nice people.&lt;strong&gt;But I do believe that the back yard is a piece of heaven:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPL4chIX-I/AAAAAAAAADA/id6ohTyqhZI/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216236964013432802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPL4chIX-I/AAAAAAAAADA/id6ohTyqhZI/s400/levi+6th+birthday+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to set off fireworks here this year! *woot* woot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPNMIZlhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/dtjJz89LHrg/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216238401722090706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPNMIZlhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/dtjJz89LHrg/s400/levi+6th+birthday+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Phisher is now 16 weeks old! You'll notice that most pictures of phisher and I are self portraits, but for whatever reason when Cody and Levi take the picture someones head is cut out of it, and well Phil is always at work and when he's not, he's not in the mood to take pictures:) Phisher rolled over for the first time this last Sunday (the 22nd) YaY! Ofcourse we couldn't get him to do it again when I had the camcorder ready:( I have learned that thats just the way it goes! I've also noticed that I'm having to feed him more often the last few days, He'll start eating and than get distracted by something else going on. I suppose it wouldn't bother me so much if he wasn't still nurseing. I'll go to try to get something done and he'll decide he wants to finish eating. grrr! haha! His personality is really starting to show. He is a very happy baby! Oh and I'm sure he could out talk any little girl. The other night he talked I know for 3 hours straight, and any time that I took my attention away from his gabbering he let me know that what he was saying was important and that I needed to have all eyes on him untill he finished his story! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPQTj4DM7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7IkForJUiaY/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216241827891590066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPQTj4DM7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7IkForJUiaY/s400/levi+6th+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Levi's 6th Birthday was June 19th! I cannot believe how old my children are becoming! I wish we could have done more for his birthday but we were unable to get any of his freinds contact information before the end of the school year. And we were planning on taking him bowling.... untill Cody ended up with a realy bad ear infection with a fever:( I promised him next year we would make it up to him. Anyway, he helped me make his cake and yes I let him lick the bowl! And he seemed to realy enjoy the presents we had gotten for him this year! (Other than my mixing bowl in the sink the dishes in the background are clean! I don't like using a strainer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPTjKEtlWI/AAAAAAAAADY/NSQaUkJ_T54/s1600-h/levi+6th+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216245394378167650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPTjKEtlWI/AAAAAAAAADY/NSQaUkJ_T54/s400/levi+6th+birthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORLD! My 3 handsome lil men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5146129831883049163?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5146129831883049163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5146129831883049163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5146129831883049163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5146129831883049163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-26th.html' title='June 26th'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SGPLTsK6fiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XrXVwyInAs0/s72-c/levi+6th+birthday+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1246964404118433443</id><published>2008-05-25T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:02:23.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>DO YOU EVER HAVE SO MUCH ON YOUR MIND THAT YOU CANT FIND ONE THING SPECIFICALLY  TO TYPE ABOUT? SO ANYWAY, I WENT TO BEST BUY TODAY TO PICK OUT MY NEW CAMCORDER FOR MY BIRTHDAY, AND I FOUND ONE THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE.  AND I CAN'T WAIT TO FILM MY BOYS AT THEIR BASEBALL GAMES,OR MAKE MY HUSBAND FILM ME AT MY SOFTBALL GAMES.AND FILM ALL THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOVELINESS&lt;/span&gt; OF A NEW BABY IN THE HOME.  SO THANK YOU HONEY FOR THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY TWO OLDEST BOYS LIKE CRAZY, THEIR AT THEIR DADS TODAY, I WISH THEY NEVER HAD TO GO! THEY ARE ONLY THERE 4 DAYS A MONTH, SO I GUESS I'M BEING GREEDY WITH THEM BUT I DON'T LIKE SHARING THEM WITH THEIR DAD. MAYBE I WOULDN'T FEEL THAT WAY IF HE DIDN'T OWE ME AND THE BOYS 25,000.00 IN BACK CHILD SUPPORT. NO, I WOULD STILL FEEL THAT WAY. I'LL MAKE SURE THAT I NEVER HAVE TO  SHARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PHISHER&lt;/span&gt;. WHETHER MY HUSBAND LIKES IT OR NOT,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. HE'S STUCK WITH ME FOREVER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PHISHER&lt;/span&gt; IS BEING A COMPLETE JOY TODAY, NOT TO FUSSY OR NEEDY, HE HAS A LOVE FOR AFFECTION AND ATTENTION THAT CAN BE OVERWHELMING, BUT TODAY I HAVE NO DESIRE TO CLEAN OR COOK OR DO ANYTHING WITH OUT HIM SO HE'S HAPPY:) DID I MENTION I MISS CODY AND LEVI? BECAUSE I DO, THEY ARE MY HEART &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt;. I WOULD BE GETTING THEM BACK HERE IN A HALF HOUR BUT THEY WANTED TO STAY AN EXTRA NIGHT SINCE THEY DON'T HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW. IT'S GONNA BE A LONG SUMMER, THEIR DAD IS WANTING TO TAKE THEM EVERY OTHER WEEK FOR A WEEK, THE LONGEST I'VE EVER BEEN WITHOUT THEM IS WHILE I WAS IN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PEURTO&lt;/span&gt; RICO FOR 5 DAYS, AND I MISSED THEM THERE TOO, BUT I KNOW I'D MISS THEM MORE HERE IN INDIANA, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt; TWO DIFFERENT PLACES ON EARTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT WELL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PHISHER&lt;/span&gt; AND I ARE GONNA FIND SOMETHING TO ENTERTAIN OURSELVES WITH:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-1246964404118433443?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1246964404118433443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1246964404118433443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1246964404118433443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1246964404118433443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-6596627802428694405</id><published>2008-05-24T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:50.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PHISHERS' OUTFIT FROM UNCLE WILL &amp; AUNT STEPH</title><content type='html'>ISN'T JUST THE CUTEST OUTFIT? I WAS GONNA  SEND THEM A THANK YOU CARD BUT THEY DIDNT LEAVE A RETURN ADDRESS:) I LOVE IT! SO THANKS WILL AND STEPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDhD4HkOKnI/AAAAAAAAACY/pKuGil5PRMQ/s1600-h/baby+phisher+8+weeks+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984000809314930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDhD4HkOKnI/AAAAAAAAACY/pKuGil5PRMQ/s400/baby+phisher+8+weeks+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDhD4nkOKoI/AAAAAAAAACg/iX4OdrCW3us/s1600-h/baby+phisher+8+weeks+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984009399249538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDhD4nkOKoI/AAAAAAAAACg/iX4OdrCW3us/s400/baby+phisher+8+weeks+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-6596627802428694405?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6596627802428694405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=6596627802428694405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6596627802428694405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/6596627802428694405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/phishers-outfit-from-uncle-will-aunt.html' title='PHISHERS&apos; OUTFIT FROM UNCLE WILL &amp; AUNT STEPH'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDhD4HkOKnI/AAAAAAAAACY/pKuGil5PRMQ/s72-c/baby+phisher+8+weeks+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-7218988432730898434</id><published>2008-05-23T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:51.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTORCYCLE FOR THE BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBR3kOKjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7FVoGv7pau0/s1600-h/baby+phisher+8+weeks+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558932190997042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBR3kOKjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7FVoGv7pau0/s400/baby+phisher+8+weeks+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBSXkOKkI/AAAAAAAAACA/p1RLZG63D-8/s1600-h/baby+phisher+8+weeks+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558940780931650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBSXkOKkI/AAAAAAAAACA/p1RLZG63D-8/s400/baby+phisher+8+weeks+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBS3kOKlI/AAAAAAAAACI/Sx3RV41bUdU/s1600-h/baby+phisher+8+weeks+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558949370866258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBS3kOKlI/AAAAAAAAACI/Sx3RV41bUdU/s400/baby+phisher+8+weeks+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBTXkOKmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jvZEw-hEp0w/s1600-h/baby+phisher+8+weeks+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558957960800866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBTXkOKmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jvZEw-hEp0w/s400/baby+phisher+8+weeks+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL GOT TWO MOTORCYCLES FOR CODY AND LEVI, BOTH OF THEM NEEDED WORK TO THEM. BUT HIM AND CODY AND LEVI WORKED ON THE ONE TOGETHER YESTERDAY EVENING AND GOT IT RUNNING. AND SINCE LEVI HAS ONLY BEEN RIDING HIS BIKE FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS NOW WITHOUT TRAINING WHEELS WE DIDN'T LET HIM TRY OUT THE MOTORCYCLE WITHOUT A HELMET. BUT WE DID LET CODY, BUT THEY FORGOT TO MAKE SURE THE BREAKS WORKED OR TO TELL CODY TO LET OFF THE GAS WHILE APPLYING THE BREAK SO IT SCARED ALL OF US TO DEATH! HAHA BUT LUCKILY NOONE GOT HURT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-7218988432730898434?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7218988432730898434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=7218988432730898434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7218988432730898434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/7218988432730898434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/motorcycle-for-boys.html' title='MOTORCYCLE FOR THE BOYS'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDbBR3kOKjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7FVoGv7pau0/s72-c/baby+phisher+8+weeks+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5335968609435640154</id><published>2008-05-22T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:41:55.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO OUR HOUSE APPRAISED FOR THE AMOUNT WE NEEDED THE LOAN FOR SO WE ARE FOR SURE MOVING BACK TO NEW ROSS. I'M SO EXCITED! IT'S ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. OH WAIT EXCEPT THAT IT DOESNT' HAVE A WALK IN CLOSET OR DOUBLE SINKS IN THE BATHROOM OR TWO BATHROOMS FOR THAT MATTER, BUT WHOS GONNA BE THAT PICKY WHEN IT'S THREE BEDROOMS, 2 CAR GARAGE WITH A HUGE BACK YARD WITH TREES PERFECT TO CLIMB. WITH A FIRE PIT PERFECT FOR ROASTING MARSH MELLOWS AND HOT DOGS! NOT TO MENTION WE HAVE NO NEIBHORS BEHIND US SO IT WILL BE GREAT FOR FIREWORKS THIS JULY AND WATCHING THE STORMS ROLL IN.  NOT TO MENTION ITS  A BRICK HOME IN WHICH THATS WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED, THAT OR A BIG YELLOW HOUSE:) BUT I MUST SAY THAT I DO HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD! I'LL POST SOME PICTURES OF IT HERE IN A COUPLE WEEKS AFTER WE MOVE IN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5335968609435640154?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5335968609435640154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5335968609435640154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5335968609435640154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5335968609435640154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-home.html' title='A NEW HOME'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5151107013108589261</id><published>2008-05-21T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:51.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A TOUCH OF YAYNESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDQSYEkvDiI/AAAAAAAAABY/6m2XPk2hTwg/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202803674273746466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDQSYEkvDiI/AAAAAAAAABY/6m2XPk2hTwg/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GET EXCITED OVER THE LITTLE THINGS. I APPRECIATE EVERY ACT OF KINDNESS. AND LAST NIGHT WAS SOOOOO GREAT, PHISHER LET ME LAY HIM DOWN IN HIS CRIB! THE FIRST TIME. SO I GOT TO LAY MY HEAD ON MY HUSBANDS CHEST! WHICH I HADNT DONE IN ALMOST A YEAR BECAUSE OF HOW BIG I GET WHILE I'M PREGNANT.--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS SOOOO NICE FALLING ASLEEP IN A COMFORTABLE POSITION, IT WAS MUCH NEEDED.&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/3403339784656328079-5151107013108589261?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5151107013108589261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5151107013108589261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5151107013108589261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5151107013108589261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/touch-of-yayness.html' title='A TOUCH OF YAYNESS!'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDQSYEkvDiI/AAAAAAAAABY/6m2XPk2hTwg/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-4390839799294814830</id><published>2008-05-20T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:45:48.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"MY HEART IS HEAVY BUT MY LOVE WILL NEVER SOFTEN" UNCLE BOB</title><content type='html'>March 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and Sisters;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed that the Holy Ghost would attend and comfort each of us during this difficult time. I have pondered upon how I should present my words to you and what my goals or intentions should be. Like many of you I went to Church last Sunday and listened to talks from a pulpit on the resurrected Lord Jesus. One of the brethren speaking told of the burdens placed upon the Lord for our salvation. He spoke of Heavenly Father’s plan that through the atonement of Jesus Christ we can return to his presence when our life is over. He spoke of the pain and suffering for us that the Lord endured so we can have our disobedience to God’s laws forgiven us. He spoke of the tomb where the Lord’s body was placed after the crucifixion being empty when it was visited. He spoke of the times when Jesus was seen; first by one person, then two, and then by the apostles in a room with no windows and the door barred. He told of the Savior being seen by 500. And my friend testified that He Lives. He lives who once was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father crossed the veil Saturday afternoon while someone with a sweet voice sang to him. I am grateful to that person for the time they took to be to be with him. As the message of my fathers passing reached us, we were celebrating the marriage of my son John to his eternal companion. We were in the process of cleaning up after the reception and trying to get John and his bride, Sara out of the building, and on to what newlyweds do. But he forgot this, she forgot that, they had to talk to so and so about whatever. The Herrington clan with the exception of Alex who was unable to attend were gathering to leave. William and his family, Elizabeth and her family, Darran, Greg, David and myself, were called in to the Chapel area where my wife was waiting, she then broke the news of Fathers passing. As the news of this registered my wife declared to us and my son John that this was a day to rejoice and not to let my fathers passing interrupt or take away from the wedding. As the tears started to flow my wife spoke of how sick Dad had been and how he was too weak to travel to John’s wedding in the body, that he attended literally in the spirit. How John was the last of my kids that Dad knew well as he had held him and fed him while my clan was living with him in his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, even better than I, my Father was a man of great energy. (I see this energy in my brother Bob) I know of few times before his stroke 20 some years ago, when he was idle. As a kid I remember my dad would come home from work and take a nap while mom prepared supper. I got stuck with waking dad up for supper so I would sneak into his room on hands and knees, and reach out arm extended and touch his foot. It was the only safe place. He would jump half out of the bed as if I had struck two pan lids together. After supper dad would disappear in to the garage to work on something or other. There was a T. V. show one night that dad had said that he wanted to watch about the birth of an island. Before the show started I went out to the garage to tell him. His reply I will be in in a minute. At the commercials I would go out and tell him his show was on, His reply I’ll be in in a minute. It was a good show and he never saw it. Did you know my dad made his own weed eater? Yep he took an old electric blender and added a broom handle to it. Did you know that dad loved Ray Price’s music or that he had played snow bird so often that we all have it memorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dads favorite comment to me was some form of “Do you ever think before you do something? What were you thinking?” When I was very young mom had asked me to help her wash the dishes after supper and my responses was that was women’s work. My dad got up without a word to wash the dishes. When I was 17 my dad came into my room crying he said it was because he had bought me my first bicycle and had planned on buying my first car, and he could not do it. I had joined the same branch of the military in which my dad served. He is a hard shell,while I am just a pollywog. My dad is a war hero, there is an article on the front of the Kalamazoo Gazette with his picture. I served during peace time. Because of what I was taught as a kid I get teary eyed during the national Anthem. I think the greatest program for young boys is scouting because where else can they learn how to handle the nations flag properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice I am wearing an old coat. It has some holes in it. It is worn from years of use and has served me well. The prophets have taught us that there is a purpose and a plan to why we are here. It is not just an accident that we are here. We came here to earth and a life of mortality to gain a body among other things. It is part of the plan that we die. That we take off this body and lay it down even as I take off this old coat and lay it down because I am done with it. My father has laid down his body for a time and because of the resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ’s we too will be resurrected. I cannot imagine how it must have been for my father to be trapped in a body in which the mind and body were both damaged and difficult to control. Can you imagine driving a car that shakes all the time as you drive down the road and once in a while the engine just stops on you. How frustrating it was for him not to go out and work in the garage and putter with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my father. He has stepped across the veil. As a father; would you not want to see your kids after being separated for some time. My father when he stepped across the veil was greeted first by his mother, then by his father, with his brothers and sisters, and loved ones who have crossed the veil. I have lost my father but he is with his family. I rejoice in my fathers passing and his freedom from bondage to his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the marvelous talk I had heard on Easter Sunday, which was preceded by the congregation singing the song “I Believe In Christ” with words written by Bruce R. McConkie. While listening to this musical testimony of Christ’s love for us I felt his loving spirit fill my soul and I looked down and read the words on the paper I was holding, an auto-biography written by my father, Allow me to share the words I heard in my ear even as I read them “ and to both you boys, thanks for not giving me a lot of troubles like some fathers and mothers have had to go through and thanks a million for marrying and giving your mother and me two of the nicest daughter-in-laws, we could have ever expected and the grand kids that has and will bring us a lot of pleasures in our older years.” Having read this as prompted by the Holy Ghost during a hymn on Easter Sunday I broke into sobs that just shook me and it was with difficulty that I even heard my friends talk on the resurrection of the Lord. I know that Jesus lives and so does my earthy father’s spirit in the paradise of our Lord. In Jesus name Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By, &lt;br /&gt;William C Herrington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of his Father, &lt;br /&gt;William L Herrington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-4390839799294814830?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4390839799294814830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=4390839799294814830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4390839799294814830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/4390839799294814830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-heart-is-heavy-but-my-love-will.html' title='&quot;MY HEART IS HEAVY BUT MY LOVE WILL NEVER SOFTEN&quot; UNCLE BOB'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-1149681812219105680</id><published>2008-05-20T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:52.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PHISHER KADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMi6UkvDhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nutUDq8KjSw/s1600-h/baby+phisher+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMi6UkvDhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nutUDq8KjSw/s400/baby+phisher+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202540379893599762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ALL DAY (WHICH I AM SOOO LUCKY FOR THIS) I GET TO SIT AT HOME WITH MY PHISHER KADE AND WATCH HIM GROW!, IT LITERALLY SEEMS LIKE YESTURDAY I WAS STILL PREGNANT WITH HIM, ALL THE WHILE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW UNCOMFORTABLE I WAS! BUT EVEN STILL NOW HE IS 10 WEEKS OLD. HE NOW WEIGHS 14LBS AND 1 OZ. AND HE IS STARTING TO LAUGH! HOW WONDERFUL A BABIES LAUGH IS! HE IS SOOO HAPPY IN THE MORNING, ITS A COMPLETE BLESSING. BUT ANYWAY I SIT AT HOME WITH HIM AND CAN'T HELP BUT HOLD HIM MOST THE DAY ALL THE WHILE KISSING HIS CHUBBY CHERAB LITTLE CHEEKS! HE IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BABY! I CANT BEGIN TO THANK MY HUSBAND ENOUGH FOR LETTING ME HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO STAY AT HOME THIS TIME AROUND WITH MY BABY. I MISSED SOOOO MUCH WITH CODY AND LEVI WHILE THEY WERE YOUNG IN THEIR FIRST 2 YEARS. I REALY JUST FEEL LIKE I OWE THE WORLD TO PHIL, BECAUSE I DO LOVE BEING ABLE TO LOVE ON MY BABY! AND I LOVE THAT I DON'T HAVE TO PICK HIM UP FROM A SITTER AND HEAR ABOUT ALL THE WONDERFUL THINGS HE'S DONE SECOND HAND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-1149681812219105680?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1149681812219105680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=1149681812219105680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1149681812219105680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/1149681812219105680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-phisher-kade.html' title='MY PHISHER KADE'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMi6UkvDhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nutUDq8KjSw/s72-c/baby+phisher+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403339784656328079.post-5073929339928469077</id><published>2008-05-20T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:52.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PHIL AND ELISABETH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMcukkvDfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dH9blfMvdRw/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMcukkvDfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dH9blfMvdRw/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202533580960370162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PHIL AND I WERE MARRIED NOVEMBER 10TH 2007. WE WERE MARRIED IN A LITTLE CHURCH IN NEW ROSS INDIANA. TO BE COMPLETLY HONEST WE DO HAVE A ROCKY RELATIONSHIP, THATS HOW ARE STORY IS. IT ISNT EASY FOR US, BUT WE HAVE A LOVE FOR EACH OTHER THAT NEITHER OF US CAN LIVE WITHOUT. WE KNOW THIS BECAUSE WE TRIED TO LIVE WITHOUT EACH OTHER AND IT DIDN'T WORK.  PHIL IS MY BEST-FRIEND, HE WILL ALWAYS BE MY NUMBER 1 IN LIFE AND I WILL ALWAYS BE HIS, EVEN IF WE DON'T ALWAYS SEE EYE TO EYE. WE HAVE BEEN SEEING EACHOTHER OFF AND ON FOR 5 YEARS THIS MONTH.  WE HAVE BEEN COMMITTED TO EACH OTHER FOR A YEAR MAY 27TH. WHICH IS ALSO THE SAME DATE 5 YEARS AGO THAT WE HAD STARTED SEEING EACHOTHER TO BEGIN WITH. WHICH IS ALSO MY BIRTHDAY! KINDA DUMB FUNNY ISN'T IT? WE HAVE A NEW ADDITION TO OUR FAMILY THIS YEAR! HIS NAME IS PHISHER KADE, COMPLETLY ADORABLE BLONDE HAIR BLUE EYED BABY BOY! PHISHER WAS BORN MARCH 5TH AT 6:44P.M. HE WAS 8LBS 80Z. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OUR THREE BOYS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMfREkvDgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dawXqXmGGgw/s1600-h/baby+phisher+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMfREkvDgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dawXqXmGGgw/s400/baby+phisher+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202536372689112578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALSO HAVE CODY ALEXANDER WHO WAS BORN NOVEMBER 29TH 2000 AT 12:15 P.M. HE WEIGHED 8LBS 6 1/2OZ. SO YEAH HE IS 7 YEARS OLD, ALSO LEVI HUNTER  WHO WAS BORN JUNE 19TH 2002 AT 3:38 A.M. HE WEIGHED 9LBS 7OZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403339784656328079-5073929339928469077?l=philsabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5073929339928469077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3403339784656328079&amp;postID=5073929339928469077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5073929339928469077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403339784656328079/posts/default/5073929339928469077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsabeth.blogspot.com/2008/05/phil-and-elisabeth.html' title='PHIL AND ELISABETH'/><author><name>Elisabeth Benge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918154472313958728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMYUUkvDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7XQvrV3fY24/S220/IMG_0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHyKp3LLlBs/SDMcukkvDfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dH9blfMvdRw/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
