<?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-3372493608109114860</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:09:30.502-08:00</updated><category term='Kerrville Vacation 2010'/><title type='text'>Grandma Bailey's Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>622</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7944221953683612379</id><published>2012-01-26T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:55:36.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of the Texas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyp4z2oMris/TyF1RRrZsxI/AAAAAAAABpg/SpzF6yOdqk0/s1600/Texas+Pictures+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyp4z2oMris/TyF1RRrZsxI/AAAAAAAABpg/SpzF6yOdqk0/s400/Texas+Pictures+029.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne and Carl in the Carpenter's bag yard holding Dane while the rest of their family were getting pictures taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnWCxI3UHs4/TyF1bh8GvPI/AAAAAAAABpo/HsIYKpmir7w/s1600/Texas+Pictures+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnWCxI3UHs4/TyF1bh8GvPI/AAAAAAAABpo/HsIYKpmir7w/s400/Texas+Pictures+032.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our beautiful Carlye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-dVvNNu5Wg/TyF1iLZNnmI/AAAAAAAABpw/zZjv_BY2-WY/s1600/Texas+Pictures+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-dVvNNu5Wg/TyF1iLZNnmI/AAAAAAAABpw/zZjv_BY2-WY/s400/Texas+Pictures+034.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am showing this because just that morning we had gotten our pedicures. &amp;nbsp;Look how dirty the bottom of her feet are! &amp;nbsp;Oh to be a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkdjdmVW3IU/TyF1sgqQGCI/AAAAAAAABp4/SHB7Amncjpc/s1600/Texas+Pictures+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkdjdmVW3IU/TyF1sgqQGCI/AAAAAAAABp4/SHB7Amncjpc/s320/Texas+Pictures+054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our New Years Celebration with the Pfiesters. &amp;nbsp;Hope you are have a wonderful new year too. &amp;nbsp;I at least got all of these pictures in before the end of the month. &amp;nbsp;I love how the boys chose the pink horns. &amp;nbsp;I miss the grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;I miss the warmth. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7944221953683612379?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7944221953683612379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7944221953683612379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7944221953683612379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7944221953683612379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-of-texas-pictures.html' title='The Last of the Texas Pictures'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyp4z2oMris/TyF1RRrZsxI/AAAAAAAABpg/SpzF6yOdqk0/s72-c/Texas+Pictures+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7236466080935714816</id><published>2012-01-24T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:23:17.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDhoIA2pxVQ/Tx6gwso153I/AAAAAAAABoo/FEBRFiUnXDY/s1600/Texas+Pictures+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDhoIA2pxVQ/Tx6gwso153I/AAAAAAAABoo/FEBRFiUnXDY/s400/Texas+Pictures+016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The last day Pam was in Texas, we had a girls day to celebrate Carlye's and Pam's birthdays. &amp;nbsp;We all got pedicures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GCzZG00HrI/Tx6gz3chZ8I/AAAAAAAABow/yqG7M6cbu14/s1600/Texas+Pictures+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GCzZG00HrI/Tx6gz3chZ8I/AAAAAAAABow/yqG7M6cbu14/s400/Texas+Pictures+018.JPG" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlye was first and had to wait for everyone but then she watched Dane for Aunt Pam while she finished up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWCyZFjArUs/Tx6g3Me9bJI/AAAAAAAABo4/ztMjj4y0ErE/s1600/Texas+Pictures+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWCyZFjArUs/Tx6g3Me9bJI/AAAAAAAABo4/ztMjj4y0ErE/s400/Texas+Pictures+020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne - my camera is messing up. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it focuses really well and then the next picture is our of focus. &amp;nbsp;It is what I get for buying cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m54NkYXoKjI/Tx6g5Zr5MpI/AAAAAAAABpA/dKqBVCLsSIY/s1600/Texas+Pictures+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m54NkYXoKjI/Tx6g5Zr5MpI/AAAAAAAABpA/dKqBVCLsSIY/s400/Texas+Pictures+022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pam - so I will have a cute picture of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHCvamHorqI/Tx6g9YpQlxI/AAAAAAAABpI/jwMgl4ffw64/s1600/Texas+Pictures+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHCvamHorqI/Tx6g9YpQlxI/AAAAAAAABpI/jwMgl4ffw64/s400/Texas+Pictures+023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At Queen Bee's for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XP2bu7l3rY4/Tx6hBrv7woI/AAAAAAAABpQ/s97B3j8qrLU/s1600/Texas+Pictures+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XP2bu7l3rY4/Tx6hBrv7woI/AAAAAAAABpQ/s97B3j8qrLU/s400/Texas+Pictures+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne loves to try on all of the hats in the place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BL-KxbJr1eY/Tx6hEABPrTI/AAAAAAAABpY/YlGe9PRJU8A/s1600/Texas+Pictures+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BL-KxbJr1eY/Tx6hEABPrTI/AAAAAAAABpY/YlGe9PRJU8A/s400/Texas+Pictures+026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dane in his hat - a cute tam that probably was made for a doll because it was too small for Dane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7236466080935714816?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7236466080935714816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7236466080935714816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7236466080935714816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7236466080935714816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDhoIA2pxVQ/Tx6gwso153I/AAAAAAAABoo/FEBRFiUnXDY/s72-c/Texas+Pictures+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-492306414264566523</id><published>2012-01-23T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T04:28:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Chris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1qT-Y_VGSE/Tx1QEsAWcSI/AAAAAAAABoY/JQ4qsB3hAPw/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1qT-Y_VGSE/Tx1QEsAWcSI/AAAAAAAABoY/JQ4qsB3hAPw/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+092.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday was our son-in-law - Chris Davis' Birthday. &amp;nbsp;I had blogged in advance and spaced that it was Chris' birthday until yesterday during Church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vX4BhkAlpUQ/Tx1QbowZYlI/AAAAAAAABog/CU_vbt6aO2w/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vX4BhkAlpUQ/Tx1QbowZYlI/AAAAAAAABog/CU_vbt6aO2w/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+067.JPG" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures that we took while in Texas. &amp;nbsp;Dutch gets overwhelmed and Chris and Pam are so good about how to help him. &amp;nbsp; This picture is so sweet. &amp;nbsp;I think it is funny that my favorite pictures of the trip are of parents holding their children. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday Chris. &amp;nbsp;We hope you have a great year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-492306414264566523?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/492306414264566523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=492306414264566523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/492306414264566523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/492306414264566523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-chris.html' title='Happy Birthday - Chris!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1qT-Y_VGSE/Tx1QEsAWcSI/AAAAAAAABoY/JQ4qsB3hAPw/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5686649549941334325</id><published>2012-01-22T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T03:32:17.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl and His Nephews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_KFOXjPHB8/Txvy-em0VUI/AAAAAAAABoA/Fp9EGasvr2c/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_KFOXjPHB8/Txvy-em0VUI/AAAAAAAABoA/Fp9EGasvr2c/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;These are pictures of Carl with his nephews. &amp;nbsp;Dane is on the right and his sister Tiffany's son, Boston is on the left. &amp;nbsp;Emmaline is in the front. &amp;nbsp;Dane and Carl share a birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmK9xpk84Wc/TxvzCttDkYI/AAAAAAAABoI/ZYjanripRXw/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmK9xpk84Wc/TxvzCttDkYI/AAAAAAAABoI/ZYjanripRXw/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXzPOHvfKj0/TxvzGDbp_UI/AAAAAAAABoQ/MntQ4JID5fY/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXzPOHvfKj0/TxvzGDbp_UI/AAAAAAAABoQ/MntQ4JID5fY/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5686649549941334325?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5686649549941334325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5686649549941334325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5686649549941334325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5686649549941334325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/carl-and-his-nephews.html' title='Carl and His Nephews'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_KFOXjPHB8/Txvy-em0VUI/AAAAAAAABoA/Fp9EGasvr2c/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3408508559177745717</id><published>2012-01-21T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:26:44.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlye Opening Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ir-TfM3Vo/Txq4_1vZ8VI/AAAAAAAABnI/7Ful0Dpf_Vw/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ir-TfM3Vo/Txq4_1vZ8VI/AAAAAAAABnI/7Ful0Dpf_Vw/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+061.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;These pictures make me laugh because every single picture of Carlye opening gifts has either Nathanael with the trash bag and Abigail in them or both. &amp;nbsp;I think Abigail was in all of them but I edited her out because she moved and was only halfway in of some of them. &amp;nbsp;By the way - the day we opened Christmas presents as a family, Nathanael was there with the trash bag, collecting garbage as we opened our gifts. &amp;nbsp;He cannot stand clutter. He is certainly his Grandpa Bailey's grandson in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsY9w0rpKZQ/Txq5E3cBW9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/M5z2ugRXZoo/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsY9w0rpKZQ/Txq5E3cBW9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/M5z2ugRXZoo/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+063.JPG" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's funny as I look at these pictures now, I see that Carlye was starting to look like she was getting a bad headache. &amp;nbsp;Later - after the party she complained her head hurt so bad that she didn't want to eat or go anywhere. &amp;nbsp;The baby bottle in the background it Dane's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j93hfJYIYRE/Txq5bNt1ljI/AAAAAAAABng/3FRykEjXqss/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j93hfJYIYRE/Txq5bNt1ljI/AAAAAAAABng/3FRykEjXqss/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+060.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here she is unwrapping the blue Webkinz faun from us and finding out the Grandpa's present to her was her loftbed - her hearts desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVUxrhrk02w/Txq5lvyHOBI/AAAAAAAABno/d_5T9YOl0q0/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVUxrhrk02w/Txq5lvyHOBI/AAAAAAAABno/d_5T9YOl0q0/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+062.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfpUiwjCjfY/Txq5snU4_YI/AAAAAAAABnw/tyKwGUsHCtI/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfpUiwjCjfY/Txq5snU4_YI/AAAAAAAABnw/tyKwGUsHCtI/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+065.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The money in her hand and her other birthday money eventually went to buy a guinea pig. &amp;nbsp;She and Nathanael ( with money he had saved from Christmas) are now the proud owners of two guinea pigs - Bugsy and Henry. &amp;nbsp;They got them the day before we left. &amp;nbsp;Their dog, Emmaline (a Yorkie) thinks they are her puppies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3408508559177745717?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3408508559177745717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3408508559177745717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3408508559177745717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3408508559177745717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/carlye-opening-presents.html' title='Carlye Opening Presents'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ir-TfM3Vo/Txq4_1vZ8VI/AAAAAAAABnI/7Ful0Dpf_Vw/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5608779093671580061</id><published>2012-01-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:57:23.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of the Silly String Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGLP4qIonJc/Txl-MEv10_I/AAAAAAAABmY/9Lhh0xG2E9k/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGLP4qIonJc/Txl-MEv10_I/AAAAAAAABmY/9Lhh0xG2E9k/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A &amp;nbsp;group shot after the silly string fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpjvnp0qiug/Txl-RkpVbvI/AAAAAAAABmg/HrShN209oRU/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpjvnp0qiug/Txl-RkpVbvI/AAAAAAAABmg/HrShN209oRU/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notice how Nathanael has his can still tucked under his arm (He's in the front in the red shirt). &amp;nbsp;He still had a full can! &amp;nbsp;He let go of it a few minutes later and some of the older girls showed their wrath. &amp;nbsp;He had the scratches on his face up until we left to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyEQERbQ-OE/Txl-XeYDILI/AAAAAAAABmo/g_2mvlY_tTI/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyEQERbQ-OE/Txl-XeYDILI/AAAAAAAABmo/g_2mvlY_tTI/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efIe6JViR5I/Txl-e7KcAOI/AAAAAAAABmw/CzwGOTluBAQ/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efIe6JViR5I/Txl-e7KcAOI/AAAAAAAABmw/CzwGOTluBAQ/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+056.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the front row in the far right is Dutch. &amp;nbsp;He is 3. &amp;nbsp;He spent the whole time trying to figure out how the silly string spray can worked. &amp;nbsp;Because he is so big - people assume he is much older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKny55I2WhA/Txl-lyPRfoI/AAAAAAAABm4/NBqG_ALSwU0/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKny55I2WhA/Txl-lyPRfoI/AAAAAAAABm4/NBqG_ALSwU0/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+057.JPG" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne and Jodi cleaning silly string off of themselves and Jodi cleaning up her camera. &amp;nbsp;The kids thought it was funny spraying Jodi's camera with the string. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully there was no harm done. On the left in the background is April - a family friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHz2vYm_ht4/Txl-rtAg98I/AAAAAAAABnA/CZsHdzM2rm8/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHz2vYm_ht4/Txl-rtAg98I/AAAAAAAABnA/CZsHdzM2rm8/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The end of the silly string pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5608779093671580061?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5608779093671580061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5608779093671580061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5608779093671580061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5608779093671580061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-of-silly-string-pictures.html' title='The Last of the Silly String Pictures'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGLP4qIonJc/Txl-MEv10_I/AAAAAAAABmY/9Lhh0xG2E9k/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2891243923639959977</id><published>2012-01-19T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:16:57.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Silly String Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7IaT0JnbDE/Txg_dwZ0F_I/AAAAAAAABlY/PqMtTXf2XgA/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7IaT0JnbDE/Txg_dwZ0F_I/AAAAAAAABlY/PqMtTXf2XgA/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As one of the activities for Carlye's birthday - they had a Silly String fight. &amp;nbsp;Her Uncle Chris's (in the burgundy t-shirt towards the right) strategy was to stand in one spot and just slowly turn - getting everyone around him. &amp;nbsp;He had hardly any string on him. &amp;nbsp;Other people were covered. &amp;nbsp;The kids had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_KsZKqVv5w/Txg_jmASHwI/AAAAAAAABlg/iu3ttyJPZbY/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_KsZKqVv5w/Txg_jmASHwI/AAAAAAAABlg/iu3ttyJPZbY/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chris stopped for a moment to show his son, Dutch, how to spray the Silly String.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glWrVEWyfBU/Txg_tO1Ll3I/AAAAAAAABlo/gQXGm0bN3Gw/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glWrVEWyfBU/Txg_tO1Ll3I/AAAAAAAABlo/gQXGm0bN3Gw/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5veZoxtF-hM/Txg_0PPXH0I/AAAAAAAABlw/w5FQRYi9p3o/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5veZoxtF-hM/Txg_0PPXH0I/AAAAAAAABlw/w5FQRYi9p3o/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKmP8q0Z5FM/Txg_9BItntI/AAAAAAAABl4/ElfoggskSHk/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKmP8q0Z5FM/Txg_9BItntI/AAAAAAAABl4/ElfoggskSHk/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clean-up time. &amp;nbsp;The attendee with the most Silly String won a prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w--iBXO-68M/TxhAD2UsRQI/AAAAAAAABmA/QJnpKHElj8Q/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w--iBXO-68M/TxhAD2UsRQI/AAAAAAAABmA/QJnpKHElj8Q/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The aftermath before the Clean-up began in earnest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2891243923639959977?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2891243923639959977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2891243923639959977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2891243923639959977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2891243923639959977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/great-silly-string-fight.html' title='The Great Silly String Fight'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7IaT0JnbDE/Txg_dwZ0F_I/AAAAAAAABlY/PqMtTXf2XgA/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5918065463538912573</id><published>2012-01-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:16:09.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlye's Birthday Party - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjeHOTAcJF4/Txbe1b4FeVI/AAAAAAAABkM/gRvudu-bH8g/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjeHOTAcJF4/Txbe1b4FeVI/AAAAAAAABkM/gRvudu-bH8g/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+032.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On December 29, 2011 - Carlye Anne Pfiester had her 11th birthday party at the Pfiester home in Kerrville, Texas. &amp;nbsp;Here are some pictures from the party - in fact for the next several days there will be pictures from the party so Carlye and her mom will have access to them. &amp;nbsp;We usually download the pictures onto each others computers before we leave but this time we didn't. &amp;nbsp;The focus was getting Carlye's bed done and Carianne's computer fixed (she got a replacement instead). &amp;nbsp;As it turned out Carl and Carianne had to do the finishing touches on Carlye's bed as you can see on Carianne's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EfkUpF-XPM/Txbe6x7QwNI/AAAAAAAABkU/GE9urvnyQzk/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EfkUpF-XPM/Txbe6x7QwNI/AAAAAAAABkU/GE9urvnyQzk/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A group shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-unwqLAqhcuQ/TxbfAjQACPI/AAAAAAAABkc/r_2tHNW1Ves/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-unwqLAqhcuQ/TxbfAjQACPI/AAAAAAAABkc/r_2tHNW1Ves/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrAfDhtzC9s/TxbfGykIk1I/AAAAAAAABkk/jJFXR1WVPMU/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrAfDhtzC9s/TxbfGykIk1I/AAAAAAAABkk/jJFXR1WVPMU/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuwOWYuiCe0/TxbfNpTgUbI/AAAAAAAABks/XQdcM4GFwbw/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuwOWYuiCe0/TxbfNpTgUbI/AAAAAAAABks/XQdcM4GFwbw/s320/Texas+Dec+2011+036.JPG" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jodi Carpenter taking a break from being the party photographer and Carianne's helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdpk4ixOEUE/TxbfSnw3jUI/AAAAAAAABk0/Wat4e9YWFwo/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdpk4ixOEUE/TxbfSnw3jUI/AAAAAAAABk0/Wat4e9YWFwo/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+038.JPG" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pam being cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ68_2zPkoE/TxbfXdGu-yI/AAAAAAAABk8/FjRyeNHwnVw/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ68_2zPkoE/TxbfXdGu-yI/AAAAAAAABk8/FjRyeNHwnVw/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlye with one of her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx1PyM2NYaw/Txbfdf51ZQI/AAAAAAAABlE/Ws2Zzg1QsL0/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx1PyM2NYaw/Txbfdf51ZQI/AAAAAAAABlE/Ws2Zzg1QsL0/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Er_v-7-q_sw/Txbfi4hrX1I/AAAAAAAABlM/J0e2piyyaBo/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Er_v-7-q_sw/Txbfi4hrX1I/AAAAAAAABlM/J0e2piyyaBo/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne giving instructions to one of the groups for the scavenger hunt. &amp;nbsp;More pictures tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5918065463538912573?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5918065463538912573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5918065463538912573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5918065463538912573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5918065463538912573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/carlyes-birthday-party-part-1.html' title='Carlye&apos;s Birthday Party - Part 1'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjeHOTAcJF4/Txbe1b4FeVI/AAAAAAAABkM/gRvudu-bH8g/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3620257742445378174</id><published>2012-01-17T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:03:32.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pamela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUS9qy2Csgw/TxWW_8WJQ-I/AAAAAAAABj0/dyiXmAiTnHQ/s1600/1069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUS9qy2Csgw/TxWW_8WJQ-I/AAAAAAAABj0/dyiXmAiTnHQ/s400/1069.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pam in North Carolina at about 18 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEKK75JT40U/TxWXLvGhRoI/AAAAAAAABj8/7xnHfurcXm8/s1600/1072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEKK75JT40U/TxWXLvGhRoI/AAAAAAAABj8/7xnHfurcXm8/s400/1072.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christmas in Kerrville about 1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMvK2iajPEg/TxWXXV32urI/AAAAAAAABkE/aLszxBjXytg/s1600/Texas+Pictures+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMvK2iajPEg/TxWXXV32urI/AAAAAAAABkE/aLszxBjXytg/s400/Texas+Pictures+024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne on the left and Pam in the right and "Queen Bee's Tea Room" in Kerrville, Texas for a combination of Carlye's and Pam's birthdays December 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The whole time I had been pregnant with Pam, her name was going to be Diana Eloie or Cynthia Eloie. &amp;nbsp;About 2 weeks before she was born Clyde came home and said he like the name, Jenny Rebecca. &amp;nbsp;I just thought he was telling me he like the name - not that he wanted to name our baby that. &amp;nbsp;The morning of the day I delivered Pam, and even all day long, I kept thinking the names I had picked out were wrong. &amp;nbsp;I kept having a nagging feeling I needed to pick out a different name. &amp;nbsp;I finally actually prayed about it and the name that popped into my head was Pamela. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't even considered the name until that minute. &amp;nbsp;I went and spoke to my mom about it. &amp;nbsp;I have a cousin named Pam that I hadn't seen in years. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to make sure I wasn't naming my child after someone that she would eventually be ashamed of. &amp;nbsp;It turned out the Pamela Walton Pepperoni was/is an neonatal nurse and well respected in her hospital. &amp;nbsp;Later that evening when I held Pam in my arms, I knew her name was Pamela Eloie Bailey. &amp;nbsp;That is the name I put on the birth certificate. &amp;nbsp;Clyde says I went behind his back but that story has gained momentum as the years have gone by. &amp;nbsp;When I suggested Pamela in the delivery room, he said he was fine with it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pamela means 'all honey or golden'. &amp;nbsp;Pam has been our platinum blonde growing up. &amp;nbsp;She and Carianne have stayed the lightest of our daughters (our bookends). &amp;nbsp;There are times Pam's personality can be 'all honey or golden' but she can be full of 'vinegar' like the rest of us too. &amp;nbsp;Pamela completed our family. &amp;nbsp;I knew that she would from the first minute I was aware I was pregnant with her. &amp;nbsp;She has been a blessing, as have all of our daughters are. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday, Pam. &amp;nbsp;I hope you have a wonderful year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3620257742445378174?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3620257742445378174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3620257742445378174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3620257742445378174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3620257742445378174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-pamela.html' title='Happy Birthday Pamela'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUS9qy2Csgw/TxWW_8WJQ-I/AAAAAAAABj0/dyiXmAiTnHQ/s72-c/1069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5908930781251602679</id><published>2012-01-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:41:52.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Belated Birthday to Marcus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4M-uTYlKiU/TxRCq3BdJXI/AAAAAAAABjs/OI6-lTzelk8/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4M-uTYlKiU/TxRCq3BdJXI/AAAAAAAABjs/OI6-lTzelk8/s400/047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I literally woke up in the middle of the night last night and realized that I had not blogged about my oldest grandson's birthday! &amp;nbsp;I am so sorry, Marcus. &amp;nbsp;I knew your birthday was on the 14th because we called you but for some reason I spaced posting about it. &amp;nbsp;I kept having a nagging feeling all weekend that I had forgotten something and now I know what it was. &amp;nbsp;So here we go. &amp;nbsp;Marcus is my oldest grandson and is 10. &amp;nbsp;He is the only grandchild that I have lived in that same city as his parents when he was born - in fact he lived just around the corner. &amp;nbsp;I got to go and see him every day. &amp;nbsp;I have never been able to do that with any other grandchild. &amp;nbsp;Then his parents went on for their higher education and moved to Cedar City, Utah. &amp;nbsp;That was fine because a year later we moved here to Rhode Island. &amp;nbsp;Marcus is kind and tries very hard to please everyone. &amp;nbsp;He does have a temper but he works very hard to control it. &amp;nbsp;I learn a lot when I am around Marcus and I am proud he is my grandson. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday, Marcus! &amp;nbsp;I hope you have a wonderful year. &amp;nbsp;(The above picture was &amp;nbsp;taken at Hogle Zoo last summer over the 4th of July weekend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5908930781251602679?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5908930781251602679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5908930781251602679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5908930781251602679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5908930781251602679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-belated-birthday-to-marcus.html' title='A Very Belated Birthday to Marcus!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4M-uTYlKiU/TxRCq3BdJXI/AAAAAAAABjs/OI6-lTzelk8/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4740455444570162000</id><published>2012-01-14T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:17:40.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think everyone knows that for Christmas, I received a Kindle keyboard and Clyde received a Kindle Fire.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted a Kindle to replace the one I had because mine would no longer hold a charge (it was going on 3 years old!)&amp;nbsp; I am now a very happy camper.&amp;nbsp; My daughters and husband gave me the best gift ever.&amp;nbsp; Our daugthers also helped with getting the Kindle Fire for Clyde.&amp;nbsp; He loves it for so many reasons - especially since he can check his email while I am in seminary and take care of his bishop responsibilies.&amp;nbsp; He loves reading on it and he loves watching movies on it.&amp;nbsp; I finally got tired of him watching the fun movies he has been able to watch for free and made him share with me today.&amp;nbsp; By going through the computer instead of the Fire - we were able to watch &lt;em&gt;"Murder by Death"&lt;/em&gt; this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I forgot the big names in the movie - David Niven, Peter Sellers and others.&amp;nbsp; The 'bit players' are Alec Guinness and Maggie Smith - though they have parts as big as anyone else.&amp;nbsp; But at the time they were less well known.&amp;nbsp; Now they would be the big names because of &lt;em&gt;"Star Wars&lt;/em&gt;" and the &lt;em&gt;"Harry Potter"&lt;/em&gt; movies.&amp;nbsp; It is interesting how things change with time.&amp;nbsp; One of the things I had forgotten about the movie was that it was just filled with puns.&amp;nbsp; The whole script is nothing but one pun after another.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4740455444570162000?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4740455444570162000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4740455444570162000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4740455444570162000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4740455444570162000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/watching-videos.html' title='Watching Videos'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-133796292671188052</id><published>2012-01-12T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:00:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Heavy Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMucqEB99bw/Tw7-cd2ByNI/AAAAAAAABik/aLcPqOT0MTs/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMucqEB99bw/Tw7-cd2ByNI/AAAAAAAABik/aLcPqOT0MTs/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The day after the Davis family came, we had our Family Christmas Celebration. &amp;nbsp;This is the table that Carianne set. &amp;nbsp;We had a smoked turkey for dinner with all the trimmings that was delicious. &amp;nbsp;We were joined by Carl's mother, Pat Pfiester. &amp;nbsp;It was a wonderful evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90J69eqNxP0/Tw7-iL8HcpI/AAAAAAAABis/mMt7WCoWCjI/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90J69eqNxP0/Tw7-iL8HcpI/AAAAAAAABis/mMt7WCoWCjI/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dutch found a submarine. &amp;nbsp;Aunt Carianne let him play in the kitchen sink for hours. &amp;nbsp;She forgot he was on the garbage disposal side and when dinner was over there were tiny&amp;nbsp;toy pieces in the the disposal. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately there was no lasting harm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOKo3z8YGXg/Tw7-nWoTEqI/AAAAAAAABi0/Y-iBqsYloXY/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOKo3z8YGXg/Tw7-nWoTEqI/AAAAAAAABi0/Y-iBqsYloXY/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This next sequence of pictures is of Dane. &amp;nbsp;How he could be on that stone floor was beyond me but he kept crawling off the rug onto the stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEs31absPek/Tw7-rH947qI/AAAAAAAABi8/LTKGUc3T3jQ/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEs31absPek/Tw7-rH947qI/AAAAAAAABi8/LTKGUc3T3jQ/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dane's 'toe push-ups.' &amp;nbsp;He bear crawls more than he knee crawls, I think. &amp;nbsp;Actually he had little time on the floor at all with all the people that wanted to hold him in Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZAnyvp0wm0/Tw7-xzNqyVI/AAAAAAAABjE/jxbiJQMjpBs/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZAnyvp0wm0/Tw7-xzNqyVI/AAAAAAAABjE/jxbiJQMjpBs/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+018.JPG" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When Dutch laughed as a baby - everyone in the room laughed. &amp;nbsp;When Dane smiles - everyone in the room smiles. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNJCi7SRtzU/Tw7-3pWGzRI/AAAAAAAABjM/250CpszmB70/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNJCi7SRtzU/Tw7-3pWGzRI/AAAAAAAABjM/250CpszmB70/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+019.JPG" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;By this point he was tired of the camera chasing him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZYuOAddc6I/Tw7-88usebI/AAAAAAAABjU/l1fV7ZJIluE/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZYuOAddc6I/Tw7-88usebI/AAAAAAAABjU/l1fV7ZJIluE/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+016.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlye eating something good enough her mother wanted a bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMRGoyR7DK4/Tw7_FmJ3EZI/AAAAAAAABjc/jldXGp1mPRs/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMRGoyR7DK4/Tw7_FmJ3EZI/AAAAAAAABjc/jldXGp1mPRs/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+020.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When my sister, Marianne and I were little - we would get into all sorts of contortions. &amp;nbsp;Our daughters did the same thing. &amp;nbsp;This picture just reminded me that is must be in the genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckqGuE387Eg/Tw7_MkDeDAI/AAAAAAAABjk/j8HE1oCK8qE/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckqGuE387Eg/Tw7_MkDeDAI/AAAAAAAABjk/j8HE1oCK8qE/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As I mentioned the other day, Dutch fell asleep at the table before his dinner was over. &amp;nbsp;This is after we finished opening presents. &amp;nbsp;Pam is holding Dutch and the sisters are enjoying the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-133796292671188052?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/133796292671188052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=133796292671188052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/133796292671188052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/133796292671188052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-heavy-post.html' title='A Picture Heavy Post!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMucqEB99bw/Tw7-cd2ByNI/AAAAAAAABik/aLcPqOT0MTs/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1549815576074548771</id><published>2012-01-11T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:08:47.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-823TDUPYwgs/Tw2w8q1YglI/AAAAAAAABh8/axpQ_VfSq98/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-823TDUPYwgs/Tw2w8q1YglI/AAAAAAAABh8/axpQ_VfSq98/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This was the morning after we arrived. &amp;nbsp;You can see all of the packages we still have to unwrap under the tree - once the Davis family arrived. &amp;nbsp;Carianne had decorated the house so beautifully. &amp;nbsp;You will see just a few glimpses over the next few days. &amp;nbsp;This is a great back shot of Noah. &amp;nbsp;The Operation game on the table is Star Wars Operation. &amp;nbsp;Noah and I played it several times together and he won every time until one time he took pity and LET me win. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaZMH6Cc4_0/Tw2xBWKQ_kI/AAAAAAAABiE/AnGRFz6CcEk/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaZMH6Cc4_0/Tw2xBWKQ_kI/AAAAAAAABiE/AnGRFz6CcEk/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+005.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Noah in his natural state. &amp;nbsp;He loves playing games of any kind. &amp;nbsp;He reminds me of my brother, Bob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNLzKehpI88/Tw2xHDUahII/AAAAAAAABiM/Qy6j8g73hDo/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNLzKehpI88/Tw2xHDUahII/AAAAAAAABiM/Qy6j8g73hDo/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+006.JPG" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carianne never wrapped this gift of Dane. &amp;nbsp;He LOVED it. &amp;nbsp;He especially loved sucking on the nose. In the top right hand corner you can see a glimpse of Dutch and his "frog boots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yRS25KINo4/Tw2xKhnRi8I/AAAAAAAABiU/GbBqqIR-82g/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yRS25KINo4/Tw2xKhnRi8I/AAAAAAAABiU/GbBqqIR-82g/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+007.JPG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Of all of the pictures Clyde and I took, I think this is my favorite. &amp;nbsp;It is just such a sweet picture of Carl and Carlye - Father and daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QH4H3SqXP_c/Tw2xPhqw36I/AAAAAAAABic/cfXxaDQzjqA/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QH4H3SqXP_c/Tw2xPhqw36I/AAAAAAAABic/cfXxaDQzjqA/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+008.JPG" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This picture of Pam was taken just little while after they arrived. &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun having two sets of my grandchildren together. &amp;nbsp;We had such a wonderful time. &amp;nbsp;Pam is petting Emmaline - Carlye's Yorkie if someone is just tuning in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1549815576074548771?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1549815576074548771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1549815576074548771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1549815576074548771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1549815576074548771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-promised.html' title='As Promised...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-823TDUPYwgs/Tw2w8q1YglI/AAAAAAAABh8/axpQ_VfSq98/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1611411542867877735</id><published>2012-01-10T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:10:40.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QskJxxJbh4Q/Twxshp4fHoI/AAAAAAAABhs/CED__zq9WK0/s1600/Texas+Pictures+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QskJxxJbh4Q/Twxshp4fHoI/AAAAAAAABhs/CED__zq9WK0/s400/Texas+Pictures+013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;While we were in Texas, Pam, Chris, Dutch and Dane came down from Sandy, Utah to be with everyone for a few days. &amp;nbsp;I have other pictures but I thought I would start my blog with this one. &amp;nbsp;It is the only picture I have of all of the grandchildren I had there. &amp;nbsp;I was sad because I didn't think I had one! &amp;nbsp;I was so thrilled when I downloaded this one this morning and I can see all of them plainly. &amp;nbsp;This is at the Bass Pro Shop in San Antonio. &amp;nbsp;If you can't tell - we all had a pretty good time. &amp;nbsp;Beats an amusement park any day and it is free! &amp;nbsp;(Well not really - I bought a great pair of shoes and some wonderful black licorice there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQXULbo-Cf8/TwxspadnKGI/AAAAAAAABh0/9MWAc_GFgpY/s1600/Texas+Pictures+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQXULbo-Cf8/TwxspadnKGI/AAAAAAAABh0/9MWAc_GFgpY/s400/Texas+Pictures+009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a group picture of everyone as we entered. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately it is everyones side views or back but nonetheless it is the group. &amp;nbsp;We has so much fun. &amp;nbsp;My favorite memories were how much the Pfiester children watched out for the Davis boys. &amp;nbsp;I don't think they were ever impatient with Dutch or Dane and they constantly worked at keeping the little ones entertained. &amp;nbsp;It was wonderful. &amp;nbsp;At our 'Christmas' Dinner - Dutch was so tired, he literally fell asleep at the table. &amp;nbsp;He didn't fall asleep in his plate like Bella used too but almost (and yes, there were a few time when Bella would literally fall asleep in her plate when she was little.) &amp;nbsp;There were occasions when Nathanael would put his arm around Dutch to help him at Carlye's birthday party and Noah would try to let Dutch play with him whenever he could. &amp;nbsp;For as many children as there were running around - it was a beautifully peaceful time. &amp;nbsp;Full of joy and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After the Davis family left, Noah would pray that Pam and Dutch would come back and Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't have to leave. &amp;nbsp;We only assume if Dutch and Pam came back that Chris and Dane would too. &amp;nbsp;My other favorite memory was after Pam and Chris left, Abigail Carpenter - a little girl that is 4 and like a granddaughter to us - came in and asked, "Where is Ditch?" &amp;nbsp;Carianne and I looked at each other puzzled and then Jodi, her mother said, "She means, where is Dutch?" &amp;nbsp;We laughed over 'Ditch'. &amp;nbsp;We don't know if she misunderstood or her little Texas accent got in the way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be patient with me - I have so many pictures to blog - I don't know where to begin. &amp;nbsp;This barely scratches the surface. &amp;nbsp;I am going to try and go chronologically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1611411542867877735?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1611411542867877735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1611411542867877735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1611411542867877735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1611411542867877735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-home.html' title='We are Home!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QskJxxJbh4Q/Twxshp4fHoI/AAAAAAAABhs/CED__zq9WK0/s72-c/Texas+Pictures+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8262764062039456921</id><published>2012-01-04T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:52:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip So Far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_21vdMAw4Wc/TwSPOdduXOI/AAAAAAAABhU/92rAFP2syds/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_21vdMAw4Wc/TwSPOdduXOI/AAAAAAAABhU/92rAFP2syds/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This was taken the morning of Carlye's 11th birthday. &amp;nbsp;We are having breakfast. &amp;nbsp;On the left is Carlye's cousin, Cassie, then Carlye pouring milk for Dutch and Noah. &amp;nbsp;Pam is standing in the background to the right and Clyde is in the background to the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNN3aa4YTRU/TwSPtMnOTII/AAAAAAAABhc/XVf0j_KTHEA/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNN3aa4YTRU/TwSPtMnOTII/AAAAAAAABhc/XVf0j_KTHEA/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have had such a good time in Texas. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe we leave the day after tomorrow! &amp;nbsp;The time has just flown. &amp;nbsp;Last week was go-go-go but this week with school starting back and schedules resuming - Clyde and I have had the house to ourselves more. &amp;nbsp;Clyde is currently building a loft bed for Carlye. &amp;nbsp;She has wanted one for a long time and he should be putting in her room for her tomorrow or Friday morning just before we leave. &amp;nbsp;I have read a lot and spent some really fun quality time with my grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;That has been so special. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday evening Noah read me his homework assignment. &amp;nbsp;I loved it! &amp;nbsp;I can't believe we will be retiring in 18 months. &amp;nbsp;Then only the Lord will know what we need to do next. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8262764062039456921?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8262764062039456921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8262764062039456921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8262764062039456921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8262764062039456921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-trip-so-far.html' title='Our Trip So Far...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_21vdMAw4Wc/TwSPOdduXOI/AAAAAAAABhU/92rAFP2syds/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5097043460424550847</id><published>2011-12-30T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:08:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  29th of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4P6e7Mpk6Y/Tv3R0eKiUnI/AAAAAAAABhA/79WR17VYxpQ/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4P6e7Mpk6Y/Tv3R0eKiUnI/AAAAAAAABhA/79WR17VYxpQ/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+061.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bhq_phfwVs/Tv3SIhWFI1I/AAAAAAAABhI/_ALyPBd2S_Q/s1600/Texas+Dec+2011+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bhq_phfwVs/Tv3SIhWFI1I/AAAAAAAABhI/_ALyPBd2S_Q/s400/Texas+Dec+2011+016.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The 29th of December is a pretty important date in our family. &amp;nbsp;It is Clyde's and my wedding anniversary and it is the birthday of our first granddaughter - Carlye Anne Pfiester. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday we celebrated Carlye's 11th birthday here in Kerrville. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to be able to spend time with both Carianne's family and Pam's but to also see some of the friends we have made through the years. &amp;nbsp;Plus we consider Carl's family our extended family so it was fun to see Tiffany and Victoria with V's new baby brother Boston and to also spend the day with Cassie. &amp;nbsp;Then last night we went to Mr. Gatti's for pizza and ran into Carl's mom, Pat and Tiffany, Michael, Victoria and Boston, again. &amp;nbsp;It was like Carlye had family party there. &amp;nbsp;I will post more pictures later but I want Carianne to be able to post first. &amp;nbsp;Besides with so many people on the internet right now - things are uploading really slow. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday Carlye and Happy 39th Anniversary Clyde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5097043460424550847?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5097043460424550847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5097043460424550847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5097043460424550847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5097043460424550847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/29th-of-december.html' title='The  29th of December'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4P6e7Mpk6Y/Tv3R0eKiUnI/AAAAAAAABhA/79WR17VYxpQ/s72-c/Texas+Dec+2011+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3675652361360397278</id><published>2011-12-26T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:54:35.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am sure I will get around to taking pictures tomorrow or soon after but today was spent catching up with my Pfiester family in Kerrville, Texas.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for the opportunity to spend some time with them and pretty soon with the Davis family too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night I was also thinking about what an amazing family I have.&amp;nbsp; I not only am blessed with a wonderful husband, daughters, son-in-laws and grandchildren, sister, brother and their families but I also married into a pretty amazing family.&amp;nbsp; Saturday I spoke with Clyde's younger sister, Sara Warne.&amp;nbsp; She has cut two Albums and she asked me if I had listened&amp;nbsp;to her&amp;nbsp;Christmas one this season.&amp;nbsp; I told her I do every year - had my cry and put it away until next year.&amp;nbsp; Her music is so moving to me that I cry like a baby when I listen to it.&amp;nbsp; It is not something I can listen to over and over to because it is so draining.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand it is so uplifting that I have to listen to it.&amp;nbsp; It is a little like my watching the movie, The Bishop's Wife every year.&amp;nbsp; It wouldn't be Christmas without it.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed to have talented people in my life to enrich my life and help me draw closer to my Savior.&amp;nbsp; But then isn't that what Christmas is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3675652361360397278?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3675652361360397278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3675652361360397278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3675652361360397278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3675652361360397278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting My Blessings'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8698715312708521538</id><published>2011-12-25T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:17:34.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWMxmbAmNJI/TvcCvmG9lWI/AAAAAAAABgo/-zpgNSdH6C4/s1600/1715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWMxmbAmNJI/TvcCvmG9lWI/AAAAAAAABgo/-zpgNSdH6C4/s400/1715.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is picture of my family taken Christmas 1970. &amp;nbsp;I am in the front on the left, my brother, Bob Brugger is in the middle and Marianne on the far right. &amp;nbsp;In the back behind me is my grandmother, Sarah Tuttle and my dad, Archie Brugger and my mom Carolyn Brugger. &amp;nbsp;I think this was the last family picture we ever had taken. &amp;nbsp;I don't have one if there ever was another. &amp;nbsp;There weren't many more Christmas' where we were all together because of marriage, and logistics. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, the next two Christmas' would be all about me. &amp;nbsp;I would be spending all of my time with Clyde the next Christmas and become engage and on the Christmas after that Clyde and I would be getting married just a few days later. &amp;nbsp;I am astonished how self absorbed I was then and how loving and giving my sister has always been. &amp;nbsp;She is truly an example to follow. &amp;nbsp;I am glad our daughters ended up following her example more than mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion - even though I had a hard time sleeping last night (because of Christmas and travel plans) it isn't much fun celebrating Christmas without children around. &amp;nbsp;I look forward to our second Christmas in a few days in Texas with the Pfiester and the Davis families! &amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas to all of my family and loved ones. &amp;nbsp;May the joy of this season carry through with you throughout the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8698715312708521538?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8698715312708521538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8698715312708521538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8698715312708521538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8698715312708521538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas_25.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWMxmbAmNJI/TvcCvmG9lWI/AAAAAAAABgo/-zpgNSdH6C4/s72-c/1715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1765599931730618485</id><published>2011-12-24T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:53:01.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4tKTGYlg88/TvW6Q-VMqKI/AAAAAAAABgU/tHDBOGO-ETg/s1600/1544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4tKTGYlg88/TvW6Q-VMqKI/AAAAAAAABgU/tHDBOGO-ETg/s400/1544.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My mother made this Nativity as a Relief Society Project. &amp;nbsp;It has gold and lots of jewels on it. &amp;nbsp;I made a small one and kept it all white &amp;nbsp;- in fact it never went in for the second firing - it looks like bisque. &amp;nbsp;I thought Mom's was gaudy. &amp;nbsp;Now I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JiU6uQQEVY/TvW6a7XnBpI/AAAAAAAABgc/NIJbC2kHSbs/s1600/1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JiU6uQQEVY/TvW6a7XnBpI/AAAAAAAABgc/NIJbC2kHSbs/s400/1237.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For those of you keeping track, this is the last night of Advent. &amp;nbsp;The Advent Krantz pictured above is the one that got our family started. &amp;nbsp;The Voigt family in Germany gave us our very first Advent Krantz made of evergreens and red candles. &amp;nbsp;That was the year we went to the Mission home and learned the story of the lighting of the candles. &amp;nbsp;I have since heard another variation - the 4 candles represent the 4 Gospels of the New Testament. &amp;nbsp;I thought that was an interesting twist. &amp;nbsp;If there are 5 candles then it signifies the 5,000 years from the escape from Egypt to the birth of Christ. &amp;nbsp;Both are interesting interpretations. &amp;nbsp;I will stick with what I heard as a child. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The thing that is special about this Advent Krantz is that it is from East Germany in a time when things were very hard to come by from East Germany. &amp;nbsp;Kaethe Voigt got special permission to visit her family in Eastern Germany and came back with a few heirlooms and this Krantz for us. &amp;nbsp;It has been very precious ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1765599931730618485?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1765599931730618485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1765599931730618485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1765599931730618485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1765599931730618485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4tKTGYlg88/TvW6Q-VMqKI/AAAAAAAABgU/tHDBOGO-ETg/s72-c/1544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8082646299626608037</id><published>2011-12-23T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T04:42:24.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPn-3C1IdRk/TvRz0u_3P4I/AAAAAAAABgA/B6l35lRCbMo/s1600/1548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPn-3C1IdRk/TvRz0u_3P4I/AAAAAAAABgA/B6l35lRCbMo/s400/1548.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My mother, Carolyn Brugger, working on a felt Christmas tree. &amp;nbsp;This was supposed to be a project we were all going to do together and then Mom couldn't stand the haphazard way we were doing things so she took it over. &amp;nbsp;Marianne and I eventually lost interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs61GYhofdA/TvRz6WrCn3I/AAAAAAAABgI/RovuOuxv9L8/s1600/1549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs61GYhofdA/TvRz6WrCn3I/AAAAAAAABgI/RovuOuxv9L8/s400/1549.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bob stuck with Mom to the end of the project. &amp;nbsp;These pictures are mirror image. &amp;nbsp;They should be reversed. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure how this happened. &amp;nbsp;I thought I had put the negatives down correctly but apparently hadn't. &amp;nbsp;This is when we lived in the attic in Frankfurt, Germany. &amp;nbsp;This was a very hard time for Mom. &amp;nbsp;We would now diagnose her with S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder or Winter Depression) but then there was no diagnosis for the severe depression she went through that winter. &amp;nbsp;She constantly complained of the dark and cold. &amp;nbsp;She claimed she would NEVER complain of the heat again. &amp;nbsp;Of course she complained of the heat plenty later on both in Texas and Utah but I will never forget her lament of being so bitter cold and the sun never shining. &amp;nbsp; I look at this picture and realize she is about the age of my daughters right now. &amp;nbsp;That was a bit of a shocker! &amp;nbsp;I am about Marcus and Nathanael's age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8082646299626608037?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8082646299626608037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8082646299626608037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8082646299626608037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8082646299626608037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-in-germany.html' title='Christmas in Germany'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPn-3C1IdRk/TvRz0u_3P4I/AAAAAAAABgA/B6l35lRCbMo/s72-c/1548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4432356203675952599</id><published>2011-12-22T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:37:51.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popi's Doll Beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmsfLxzpldI/TvMnZDWvqlI/AAAAAAAABfs/CqwHiAMQ1QU/s1600/1296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmsfLxzpldI/TvMnZDWvqlI/AAAAAAAABfs/CqwHiAMQ1QU/s400/1296.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq3WFcsKxw0/TvMnhBnwnxI/AAAAAAAABf0/MJwZBULMgF8/s1600/1295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq3WFcsKxw0/TvMnhBnwnxI/AAAAAAAABf0/MJwZBULMgF8/s400/1295.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I apologize for the blurry. &amp;nbsp;Picture. &amp;nbsp;We have tried to and tried to fix it but it was apparently taken blurry. &amp;nbsp;I obviously don't remember this Christmas. &amp;nbsp;It was just before my 3rd birthday. &amp;nbsp;Dad was just about to graduate from medical school at the University of Utah and he would be in the Army by that summer. &amp;nbsp;The next Christmas would be in San Antonio. &amp;nbsp;I still had that doll bed when Carianne was born and then my dad and Clyde threw it away when they started making beds for their granddaughters. &amp;nbsp;(It was getting beyond repair.) &amp;nbsp;Carianne's was made by my mother and me - which is why it so simple. &amp;nbsp;Clyde and Dad cut the wood but their hearts were not into the furniture making yet. &amp;nbsp;Heather's cradle is made from a pattern for a miniature doll house that we blew up. &amp;nbsp;It took months! &amp;nbsp;However after Heather's cradle, Popi and Clyde knew from that point on they could build anything. &amp;nbsp;Dad built some beautiful furniture because of my ambitions for toys! &amp;nbsp;Eventually Popi went back to the old tried and true and built doll beds for Heidi and Pam like mine above. &amp;nbsp;Now Heidi's bed is being enjoyed by her daughters'. &amp;nbsp;The only change from the original design is instead of wooden wheels, Popi put on big roller wheels for ease of moving around. &amp;nbsp;It made it fun for the girls when the wanted to use it for a wagon or push each other down the halls! &amp;nbsp;Popi made it sturdy enough, so &amp;nbsp;the girls could sit in it for quite a while - basically until they simply could not fit inside anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I just spoke to Heather.&amp;nbsp; She has my doll crib!&amp;nbsp; It was not thrown away when I thought it was.&amp;nbsp; It was given to her by Popi when Bella was a baby.&amp;nbsp; We will see how many generations it will go through now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4432356203675952599?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4432356203675952599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4432356203675952599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4432356203675952599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4432356203675952599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/popis-doll-beds.html' title='Popi&apos;s Doll Beds'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmsfLxzpldI/TvMnZDWvqlI/AAAAAAAABfs/CqwHiAMQ1QU/s72-c/1296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4324945658434169332</id><published>2011-12-21T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T04:58:33.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carianne's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yGhXmceikg/TvHW8EOrOyI/AAAAAAAABfg/mYeO2Xt94p4/s1600/1298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yGhXmceikg/TvHW8EOrOyI/AAAAAAAABfg/mYeO2Xt94p4/s400/1298.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is me on Christmas Morning 1977. &amp;nbsp;We were at Mom and Dad Brugger's house. &amp;nbsp;My mother always liked all of the opened gifts put under the Christmas tree so that when people came by, they could see what we had received. &amp;nbsp;That is what I am doing - arranging the gifts under the tree. &amp;nbsp;This is the year Carianne was born and though she isn't in the picture, she would have been a little over 2 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4324945658434169332?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4324945658434169332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4324945658434169332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4324945658434169332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4324945658434169332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/cariannes-first-christmas.html' title='Carianne&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yGhXmceikg/TvHW8EOrOyI/AAAAAAAABfg/mYeO2Xt94p4/s72-c/1298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3548933775334068057</id><published>2011-12-20T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T04:48:50.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Christmas Jumpers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XfIlQXa0BM/TvCC4rdcxxI/AAAAAAAABfY/SF5ZVfi96cQ/s1600/1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XfIlQXa0BM/TvCC4rdcxxI/AAAAAAAABfY/SF5ZVfi96cQ/s400/1229.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every Christmas Until I was about 8 or 9 I had a red velveteen outfit for Christmas made by my mother for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;I would wear this every Sunday until my birthday. &amp;nbsp;Marianne usually had a matching outfit. &amp;nbsp;This is the first picture of our matching outfits. &amp;nbsp;We have others but I think this was the first year Mom actually did the matching thing from head to toe. &amp;nbsp;When we moved - until we were teenagers - Mom would make Marianne and me matching clothes so she could spot us. &amp;nbsp;Then we balked and wouldn't put up with it anymore. &amp;nbsp;Now I would love to have a matching outfit with my sister again. &amp;nbsp;I think that would be so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3548933775334068057?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3548933775334068057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3548933775334068057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3548933775334068057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3548933775334068057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-christmas-jumpers.html' title='Red Christmas Jumpers'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XfIlQXa0BM/TvCC4rdcxxI/AAAAAAAABfY/SF5ZVfi96cQ/s72-c/1229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7066073558362131564</id><published>2011-12-19T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T04:36:49.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the VA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGcDym0ItrY/Tu8t-yoeT1I/AAAAAAAABfI/f5Lw311rMFc/s1600/1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGcDym0ItrY/Tu8t-yoeT1I/AAAAAAAABfI/f5Lw311rMFc/s400/1119.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pam and Heather in the Dining Room/Computer Room of our tiny duplex. &amp;nbsp;Within just a few more months that wall would be covered in boxes for our move to Utah. &amp;nbsp;(That duplex would seem like a mansion compared to what I am living in now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D-n62MzJRQ/Tu8uDDu9YbI/AAAAAAAABfQ/gkq9LWkjSVQ/s1600/1120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D-n62MzJRQ/Tu8uDDu9YbI/AAAAAAAABfQ/gkq9LWkjSVQ/s400/1120.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heidi posing in Christmas finery. &amp;nbsp;It's been a long time since I have seen some of these decorations. &amp;nbsp;We lived on the VA property for 2 Christmas Seasons. &amp;nbsp;This was our last one before we moved to Utah. &amp;nbsp;Gr'Anne and Grandpa Bill Bailey had sent these shirts to the girls so we took pictures to mail to them. &amp;nbsp;Heidi is standing in front of her 'Noel' pillows. My village she is also standing in front of is much bigger now! &amp;nbsp;Probably twice that size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7066073558362131564?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7066073558362131564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7066073558362131564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7066073558362131564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7066073558362131564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-at-va.html' title='Christmas at the VA'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGcDym0ItrY/Tu8t-yoeT1I/AAAAAAAABfI/f5Lw311rMFc/s72-c/1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2430437909255842040</id><published>2011-12-18T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:53:12.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTEZf7lfQ88/Tu3Rg5glOmI/AAAAAAAABfA/9i8aSzdJpsI/s1600/982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTEZf7lfQ88/Tu3Rg5glOmI/AAAAAAAABfA/9i8aSzdJpsI/s400/982.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was probably about 6 almost 7 when this was taken. &amp;nbsp;I love how both Marianne and I are rolling our right foot. &amp;nbsp;I know we were told to stand up straight and stop that - so it was not posed. &amp;nbsp;Every year our ward in San Antonio would put on quite a Christmas Program for the Ward Christmas Party. &amp;nbsp;There was always a large Primary Choir with 'Angels' in it. &amp;nbsp;We were either dressed all in white or had capes like these on to cover our shoulders. &amp;nbsp;My mother would make a part of the capes and couple of the other mothers would make the rest. &amp;nbsp;They were out of white felt - when felt was the cheapest material you could buy. &amp;nbsp;I remember this Christmas program one of the boys my age sang, "All I Want for Christmas!". &amp;nbsp;I think it was Robbie Roberts or maybe Mike Sparrow but I am not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a very sad note in my life: &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I was told the Sedona (the place I have worked out for the last 7 years) had to close their doors as of yesterday! &amp;nbsp;I feel like I have had a death in the family. &amp;nbsp;It has been so convenient to go over there and work out and visit with friends. &amp;nbsp;Now it is all on me. &amp;nbsp;It would be anyway in 18 months when we retire but I hadn't anticipated it this soon. &amp;nbsp;I guess I better get used to this. &amp;nbsp;But I did cry a lot yesterday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2430437909255842040?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2430437909255842040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2430437909255842040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2430437909255842040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2430437909255842040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-angels.html' title='Christmas Angels'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTEZf7lfQ88/Tu3Rg5glOmI/AAAAAAAABfA/9i8aSzdJpsI/s72-c/982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2275015895604758363</id><published>2011-12-17T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T04:48:16.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giant Poinsettia Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phr0VV1h9OI/TuyE5WDISsI/AAAAAAAABe4/3Yo4HXbPEAQ/s1600/1017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phr0VV1h9OI/TuyE5WDISsI/AAAAAAAABe4/3Yo4HXbPEAQ/s400/1017.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is Christmas Day just after Marianne's 1st birthday, so I think it is Christmas 1956. &amp;nbsp;Texas was going through a drought quite similar to what has been happening this year. &amp;nbsp;But this Poinsettia Bush loved the weather! &amp;nbsp;I know it is Christmas because I remember Dad taking our picture and saying no one would&amp;nbsp;believe the weather. &amp;nbsp;We had lived there less than 2 years and were still marveling that Christmas could be spent in a swimming suit poolside some years! &amp;nbsp;Other years a 'Blue Norther' would come through and you would know it was winter. &amp;nbsp;Nothing could get you warm! That Bush was still there when we left that house 5+ years later. &amp;nbsp;It went to the top of the second story window at that point. &amp;nbsp;When we came home from Germany, the people that had taken over our duplex had it taken out. &amp;nbsp;My mother was very sad about that. &amp;nbsp;My parents loved plants and always had something growing even in our tiniest apartments. &amp;nbsp;It made my mother happy to have some greenery to attend too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2275015895604758363?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2275015895604758363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2275015895604758363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2275015895604758363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2275015895604758363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/giant-poinsettia-bush.html' title='The Giant Poinsettia Bush'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phr0VV1h9OI/TuyE5WDISsI/AAAAAAAABe4/3Yo4HXbPEAQ/s72-c/1017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-9119778542412654364</id><published>2011-12-16T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:59:15.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Years Ago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVagKjxuXx0/Tuujp7r71-I/AAAAAAAABeo/q4XB0h3f5Ow/s1600/844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVagKjxuXx0/Tuujp7r71-I/AAAAAAAABeo/q4XB0h3f5Ow/s400/844.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHOv8hy6sgQ/TuujuXlxRnI/AAAAAAAABew/WuWWCPy6RO8/s1600/845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHOv8hy6sgQ/TuujuXlxRnI/AAAAAAAABew/WuWWCPy6RO8/s400/845.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clyde took these pictures of Marianne and me 40 years ago. &amp;nbsp;My time flies when you are having fun! &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I was engaged to Clyde yet or not but it would happen soon if it hadn't already. &amp;nbsp;Marianne and I became best friends once I went off to Snow College. &amp;nbsp;It was a very memorable Christmas to say the least. &amp;nbsp;The top picture is Marianne and me looking to see who was at the front door. &amp;nbsp;Don't know who it was now but I still remember the layout of the apartment well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-9119778542412654364?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9119778542412654364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=9119778542412654364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9119778542412654364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9119778542412654364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/40-year-ago.html' title='40 Years Ago!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVagKjxuXx0/Tuujp7r71-I/AAAAAAAABeo/q4XB0h3f5Ow/s72-c/844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3062024389317179606</id><published>2011-12-15T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:17:14.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Christmas with Carianne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcTHarCxbOM/TuobojUr3VI/AAAAAAAABeg/3RkF65noZGM/s1600/610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcTHarCxbOM/TuobojUr3VI/AAAAAAAABeg/3RkF65noZGM/s320/610.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The year Carianne we were in the process of moving. &amp;nbsp;I went ahead and set up the Christmas tree even though we would be in San Antonio for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;We had this tree until we moved back to Texas from North Carolina. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could find one this size now. &amp;nbsp;It would fit our apartment perfectly. &amp;nbsp;Anything bigger just doesn't work. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I made Carianne's stocking and hung it up. &amp;nbsp;I was on the spot with each of the girls there after until Pam. &amp;nbsp;For some reason she didn't get one until she was almost 5! &amp;nbsp;I am not really sure the reason. &amp;nbsp;When Pam threatened to make her own - I finally broke down and made her one. &amp;nbsp;That is truly a case of being a bad mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3062024389317179606?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3062024389317179606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3062024389317179606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3062024389317179606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3062024389317179606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-first-christmas-with-carianne.html' title='Our First Christmas with Carianne'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcTHarCxbOM/TuobojUr3VI/AAAAAAAABeg/3RkF65noZGM/s72-c/610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2269984255249591800</id><published>2011-12-14T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:12:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7j62LTtLVs/Tujz2jdtH0I/AAAAAAAABeY/MrNrVg39gbU/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7j62LTtLVs/Tujz2jdtH0I/AAAAAAAABeY/MrNrVg39gbU/s400/017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;People that know me well know that I still believe in Santa Claus. &amp;nbsp;Imagine my delight when I saw this mail box dedicated specifically for letters to Santa at the Shades of Green Resort in Orlando. &amp;nbsp;I had to take a picture. &amp;nbsp;It had a pretty steady stream of letters being dropped into it as I sat in the lobby. &amp;nbsp;I loved it! &amp;nbsp;There was a TV about 5 feet to the left of this picture and there were little chairs set up in front of it. &amp;nbsp;It played "The Santa Clause" continuously. &amp;nbsp;In the halls as you walked to and from your hotel room there was also Christmas music being piped in. &amp;nbsp;It was very quiet but very much there. &amp;nbsp;I loved sitting in the hallway - just outside of our room, reading and listening to the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2269984255249591800?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2269984255249591800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2269984255249591800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2269984255249591800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2269984255249591800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/letters-to-santa.html' title='Letters to Santa'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7j62LTtLVs/Tujz2jdtH0I/AAAAAAAABeY/MrNrVg39gbU/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3279529152043797367</id><published>2011-12-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:47:29.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resort and Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqMF_ISI8e0/TueKy_uBiuI/AAAAAAAABeI/Vgo09HI9WIo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqMF_ISI8e0/TueKy_uBiuI/AAAAAAAABeI/Vgo09HI9WIo/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is the chair that Santa sat in to visit with the children in the lobby of the resort we stayed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbUvO4VyX0c/TueK5ulaePI/AAAAAAAABeQ/rGehE7DV3F0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbUvO4VyX0c/TueK5ulaePI/AAAAAAAABeQ/rGehE7DV3F0/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a chair that families sat in and had pictures taken in under a huge Christmas Tree in the lobby. &amp;nbsp;One night we were there, children decorated full sized gingerbread houses. &amp;nbsp;Each child had an assistant to help them with the royal icing and decorating. &amp;nbsp;When a mother asked how in the world was she going to get this home on the plane, the response was that they would be mailed home. &amp;nbsp;Some of the pictures of the houses were absolutely beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our last evening was spent in the Magic Kingdom. &amp;nbsp;First we hopped the train to Frontier Land. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to Adventure Land and got our &lt;i&gt;Fast Pass&lt;/i&gt; to Jungle Cruise. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't get on until 6:30 so we went to the Tiki Room. &amp;nbsp;That was fun. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to Liberty Square and had some dinner and went to the Hall of Presidents. &amp;nbsp;I had seen the Hall of Presidents when it was introduced at the New York World's Fair in the mid 1960's. &amp;nbsp;This was the same time the Christus was shown before it was put on permanent display in the Visitors Center at Temple Square in Salt Lake City. &amp;nbsp;Anyway - when I saw the Hall of Presidents, it ended with Lyndon B. Johnson speaking. &amp;nbsp;It was quite interesting to see how many more presidents had been added in the ensuing years. &amp;nbsp;After that it was time for the Jungle Cruise. &amp;nbsp;Our guide was over the top and full of himself. &amp;nbsp;Of all of the rides it was my least favorite because of him. &amp;nbsp;When the Hippos 'charged' the boat - he pulled out his credit card instead of the gun and said, "That is how you stop &amp;nbsp;a charging hippo." &amp;nbsp;No one laughed - in fact most groaned. &amp;nbsp;A few people went looking for the management when we got off to complain - it was that bad. &amp;nbsp;After that we went to the Pirates of Caribbean. &amp;nbsp;There had been a 45 minute wait before this and suddenly we could walk right onto the boat. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately we were sitting in the very back of the boat so we go wet - but it was fun. &amp;nbsp;After that we were going to leave but were trapped by the 'Main Street Electrical Parade'. &amp;nbsp;Not a bad way to be trapped. &amp;nbsp;We started walking against the parade and saw it all - just not standing still. &amp;nbsp;We did not stay for the fireworks. &amp;nbsp;We got on the monorail and headed back to the hotel. &amp;nbsp;The next day we packed and came home. &amp;nbsp;The one thing I wished the whole time I was there was that I had grandkids and or daughters and son-in-laws with us. &amp;nbsp;It was fun with Clyde but it would have been so much more fun with the rest of the family. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully there will be another time with the rest of our family. &amp;nbsp;That would be a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3279529152043797367?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3279529152043797367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3279529152043797367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3279529152043797367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3279529152043797367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/resort-and-magic-kingdom.html' title='The Resort and Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqMF_ISI8e0/TueKy_uBiuI/AAAAAAAABeI/Vgo09HI9WIo/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1983481508656954749</id><published>2011-12-12T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T05:52:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Second Day at EPCOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-bBC2IJlX8/TuYBgYNdD2I/AAAAAAAABeA/sKt5GWXSpp4/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-bBC2IJlX8/TuYBgYNdD2I/AAAAAAAABeA/sKt5GWXSpp4/s400/013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because our time was short the second day we went to EPCOT, we had to decide what we wanted to do. &amp;nbsp;We didn't even get to the park until 4:30 p.m. &amp;nbsp;The first thing we did was to get our fast pass to 'Soarin'. &amp;nbsp;We could get on the ride at 7:30. &amp;nbsp;We road the boat of "Living the Land" and then we had some really good sweet and sour chicken. &amp;nbsp;The thing that was unusual about this dish was that the chicken wasn't dipped in batter. &amp;nbsp;It was just plain chicken and vegetables in a sauce on rice - really good. &amp;nbsp;Clyde and I figured out really early that one serving was plenty for both of us. &amp;nbsp;Then we headed over to "The Seas with Nemo and Friends." &amp;nbsp;There we rode the clamobile and basically watched a 10 minute undersea version of finding Nemo. &amp;nbsp;After that we watched "Turtle Talk with Crush" which is a show that Crush the turtle from Nemo interacts with the audience. &amp;nbsp;That was a really cute! &amp;nbsp;We walked around and looked at the aquariums after that. &amp;nbsp;It was quite dark by this time and the aquariums themselves were not lit - so it was kind of murky but quite beautiful. &amp;nbsp;Then we headed back over to "The Land" pavilion and watched a video called the "Circle of Life" narrated by the Lion King characters about being responsible citizens of the earth. &amp;nbsp;At first I thought it was going to be over the top but it was basically don't litter and pay attention. &amp;nbsp;It was really quite well done. &amp;nbsp;We still had a few minutes to wait until we could ride 'Soarin' so we sat in the food court again. &amp;nbsp;Floating on the ceiling were these hot air balloons. I had to take the picture that I started this blog with. &amp;nbsp;It was so dark that is the only picture I got of our outing that day and really of our experiences in the park again. &amp;nbsp;Then it was time for "Soarin". &amp;nbsp;Soarin is a virtual hang gliding experience. &amp;nbsp;It was by far my favorite thing we did while we were there. &amp;nbsp;I would have ridden that a dozen more times if the turn around had been faster. &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun! &amp;nbsp;By the time we finished that it was time to head back to our room. &amp;nbsp;A great finish for our time in EPCOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1983481508656954749?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1983481508656954749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1983481508656954749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1983481508656954749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1983481508656954749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-second-day-at-epcot.html' title='Our Second Day at EPCOT'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-bBC2IJlX8/TuYBgYNdD2I/AAAAAAAABeA/sKt5GWXSpp4/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2431883603073428376</id><published>2011-12-11T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:50:45.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 at EPCOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj-7j97L2ik/TuUSN660m7I/AAAAAAAABdg/weq02bl0O7w/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj-7j97L2ik/TuUSN660m7I/AAAAAAAABdg/weq02bl0O7w/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We got on the ferry and arrived in Germany. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Germany in EPCOT there is a miniature village. &amp;nbsp;I had to take some pictures. &amp;nbsp;It brought back memories of walking through a similar little village in Holland. &amp;nbsp;That is the Weinnachtsman on the roof in blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZBo1lnxHZo/TuUSU-ShVrI/AAAAAAAABdo/FozdvhM8X3U/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZBo1lnxHZo/TuUSU-ShVrI/AAAAAAAABdo/FozdvhM8X3U/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This pictures is for perspective. &amp;nbsp;I took it so you could see the legs of people against the village backdrop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F8sbhsjgKw/TuUSaMamIqI/AAAAAAAABdw/31INjjQ8K4A/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F8sbhsjgKw/TuUSaMamIqI/AAAAAAAABdw/31INjjQ8K4A/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had it all lined up to take a really sweet picture Mary Poppins and then this girls father said something obscene! &amp;nbsp;Sadly apparently the little girl is used to it. &amp;nbsp;Mary Poppins was the only character we saw when it was light enough to take pictures. &amp;nbsp;We saw Belle and the Beast together. &amp;nbsp;Apparently that doesn't happen that often. &amp;nbsp;They are usually separate. &amp;nbsp;We saw Sleeping Beauty in pink and Marie from the Aristocats. &amp;nbsp;We saw Goofy dressed as a pirate, Minnie and Daisy, Pluto and Mickey but all from a distance. &amp;nbsp;During this time in EPCOT we learned about Christmas Traditions in Italy from La Befana, in England from Father Christmas and a logger in Canada. &amp;nbsp;Then we lucked into the Christmas Processional which is the story of Christ from the Bible told by a popular narrator and the Christmas carols sung by a living Christmas Tree made up of High School Honors Choirs from all over Florida. &amp;nbsp;The Narrator the night we went was Edward James Olmos. &amp;nbsp;This is his 12th year narrating this. &amp;nbsp;He knew the program so well that he sang along with the carols. &amp;nbsp;The woman that was signing for the deaf looked like a dancer as she signed. &amp;nbsp;It was beautiful. &amp;nbsp;We then wandered over to China and watched a movie in the round about China. &amp;nbsp;This was really special because I have a niece teaching there right now. &amp;nbsp;We had to stand for 15 minutes to watch the movie. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to see what Christina was seeing so badly that I stood and watched and ached the next day. &amp;nbsp;I also bought myself a fan from the gift shop there. &amp;nbsp;I love the way it cools me down plus it is really from China. &amp;nbsp;We wandered back to the Monorail and then back to the hotel. &amp;nbsp;We were both exhausted. &amp;nbsp;I was too tired to sleep once we hit our hotel room but it was a wonderful day. &amp;nbsp;I could have easily spent 2 days in that part of EPCOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2431883603073428376?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2431883603073428376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2431883603073428376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2431883603073428376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2431883603073428376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-1-at-epcot.html' title='Day 1 at EPCOT'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj-7j97L2ik/TuUSN660m7I/AAAAAAAABdg/weq02bl0O7w/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1198942125834347864</id><published>2011-12-10T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:26:30.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home From Disney World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUZdjvo61as/TuOhcVlIGvI/AAAAAAAABdI/qoTSXySQI_0/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUZdjvo61as/TuOhcVlIGvI/AAAAAAAABdI/qoTSXySQI_0/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kHJIxVqFGw/TuOhfrN6_zI/AAAAAAAABdQ/MdjjstKM_Zw/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kHJIxVqFGw/TuOhfrN6_zI/AAAAAAAABdQ/MdjjstKM_Zw/s320/014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are back from 5 days in Orlando and Disney World. &amp;nbsp;It was a great 5 days. &amp;nbsp;We actually only spent 3 days in the park. &amp;nbsp;Clyde was there for a conference for work and we knew our time in the parks would be limited. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to our friend Diane Campagna, our time in EPCOT and the Magic Kingdom was fun and mapped out. &amp;nbsp;Plus because of her guidance we are able to see things that we would have missed otherwise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We arrived Monday and ended up spending over 5 hours in the International part of EPCOT. &amp;nbsp;We were able to go through several of the countries and see several Christmas tradition story tellers and the Candlelight Processional. &amp;nbsp;We really lucked into a lot of things because we happened to be standing at the right place at the right time. &amp;nbsp;We saw everything we wanted to on that end of EPCOT on Monday and went to the hotel, tired and happy. &amp;nbsp;Tuesday I paid for it. &amp;nbsp;I had fought a flu bug all weekend and had a relapse Tuesday plus my knees hurt so bad from all of the standing and walking - I could barely walk. &amp;nbsp;I will blog my one picture of a character I got because all of time we spent in Disney World was at night - &amp;nbsp;hard to take pictures in the dark. &amp;nbsp;I will also tell about the rest of our days in the parks in the coming days - however I have to say the military resort we stayed on (Shades of Green) would have been worth staying on without going to the park! &amp;nbsp;It was beautiful, restful and the staff bent over backwards to be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1198942125834347864?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1198942125834347864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1198942125834347864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1198942125834347864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1198942125834347864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/were-home-from-disney-world.html' title='We&apos;re Home From Disney World!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUZdjvo61as/TuOhcVlIGvI/AAAAAAAABdI/qoTSXySQI_0/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3945599199932801216</id><published>2011-12-05T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T03:13:29.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For the next 5 days we will be in Orlando, Florida - Disneyworld to be exact.&amp;nbsp; Clyde has a conference there and I get to tag a long.&amp;nbsp; This is our first trip to a Disney theme park.&amp;nbsp; I have dreamed of going to EPCOT since it opened.&amp;nbsp; Last night I couldn't sleep I am so excited.&amp;nbsp; We will see what wonders this day and week brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3945599199932801216?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3945599199932801216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3945599199932801216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3945599199932801216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3945599199932801216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-were-off.html' title='And We&apos;re Off...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1233519295670744388</id><published>2011-12-04T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T04:05:40.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCb5eSdyEUU/Tttg7738d7I/AAAAAAAABdA/aAmOICKdmn0/s1600/1236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCb5eSdyEUU/Tttg7738d7I/AAAAAAAABdA/aAmOICKdmn0/s400/1236.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I was a young girl, my family moved to Germany. &amp;nbsp;Our first Christmas there, Theodore M. Burton and his family invited us to his home for Advent. &amp;nbsp;We had no idea what this was. &amp;nbsp;This is the German sister that gave us the story that our family has been repeating the first Sunday of Advent ever since. &amp;nbsp;Technically you should start Advent 4 Sundays out from Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Our family does it so it falls the first Sunday of December and then the last one is on Christmas Eve. &amp;nbsp;My mother started doing it that way and I thought that is how it was supposed to be. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't until recently I realized that is a Brugger tradition and not traditional. &amp;nbsp;Happy Advent everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1233519295670744388?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1233519295670744388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1233519295670744388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1233519295670744388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1233519295670744388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCb5eSdyEUU/Tttg7738d7I/AAAAAAAABdA/aAmOICKdmn0/s72-c/1236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2910900518063189033</id><published>2011-12-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T04:31:40.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhaOj__4sk/TtoUBBBmAuI/AAAAAAAABc4/I1b5Bt-6kYA/s1600/1701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhaOj__4sk/TtoUBBBmAuI/AAAAAAAABc4/I1b5Bt-6kYA/s400/1701.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every time I look at this picture I smile. &amp;nbsp;I was in charge of the Ward Christmas party in Durham, NC. &amp;nbsp;It had been tradition for years that Santa would come. &amp;nbsp;At the last minute a few people balked and complained that Santa shouldn't come to a Ward Party. &amp;nbsp;I literally whipped up angel costumes from bed sheets an leftover white material I had. &amp;nbsp;Rebecca Scholes older sister was Mary and I think her oldest brother was Joseph. &amp;nbsp;We quickly put together this pageant using one of our daughters dolls for the baby. &amp;nbsp;The bishopric were the Wisemen and they were the gift givers that night as well. &amp;nbsp;Now I wouldn't have bowed to those two families wishes but then I wanted to make everyone happy. &amp;nbsp;I guess I am meaner in my old age. &amp;nbsp;I realize now that they did not represent the whole ward - even though they acted like it. &amp;nbsp;I now go and check and see what the consensus really is before I switch things up. &amp;nbsp;If the majority really don't want something - then I will change it, but not because of just a few anymore. &amp;nbsp;However because of that situation, I certainly got a cute picture of Heidi and Heather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2910900518063189033?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2910900518063189033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2910900518063189033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2910900518063189033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2910900518063189033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-little-angels.html' title='Two Little Angels'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhaOj__4sk/TtoUBBBmAuI/AAAAAAAABc4/I1b5Bt-6kYA/s72-c/1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5510298800559565311</id><published>2011-12-02T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:59:34.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25sveHwT74I/Ttjm0yRpM7I/AAAAAAAABcw/YSfnFVluCPk/s1600/1790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25sveHwT74I/Ttjm0yRpM7I/AAAAAAAABcw/YSfnFVluCPk/s400/1790.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As in years past I am going to post Christmas pictures, Past and Present. &amp;nbsp;My past pictures will be limited since I had never backed up the pictures I had on my computer when it crashed last spring. &amp;nbsp;I love this picture of Marcus, Anneke and Luke Bahlmann. &amp;nbsp;It was taken 4 years ago. &amp;nbsp;Luke just celebrated his 4th birthday this last Monday. &amp;nbsp;There is a similar picture with the three older siblings holding Mallory. &amp;nbsp;It was lost from my computer when it crashed. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully Heidi has a copy of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5510298800559565311?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5510298800559565311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5510298800559565311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5510298800559565311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5510298800559565311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='Christmas is Here!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25sveHwT74I/Ttjm0yRpM7I/AAAAAAAABcw/YSfnFVluCPk/s72-c/1790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2190117525544072882</id><published>2011-12-01T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:19:54.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXvqab0V-pI/Ttd9l4xyP5I/AAAAAAAABco/hRdcBxXLE6U/s1600/1038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXvqab0V-pI/Ttd9l4xyP5I/AAAAAAAABco/hRdcBxXLE6U/s400/1038.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't have any pictures of Heidi's birthdays because she has them all. &amp;nbsp;This is actually Heather's birthday with Heidi (in the back) and her best friend Ashley (in the foreground). &amp;nbsp;Heidi was 3 at the time. &amp;nbsp;We were living in Durham, North Carolina. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday, Heidi. &amp;nbsp;Your dad and I hope you have a wonderful birthday and that this year brings you the dreams of your heart. &amp;nbsp;We love you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2190117525544072882?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2190117525544072882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2190117525544072882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2190117525544072882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2190117525544072882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-heidi.html' title='Happy Birthday Heidi'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXvqab0V-pI/Ttd9l4xyP5I/AAAAAAAABco/hRdcBxXLE6U/s72-c/1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4060630536758568382</id><published>2011-11-30T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T04:38:58.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...this time of year.&amp;nbsp; People are a little more thoughtful and try a little harder to be Christlike right now.&amp;nbsp; Granted I have not gone shopping and don't plan to for a month outside of grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; But I notice that people on the street smile and nod this time of year whereas any other time of year they duck their heads and just walk by.&amp;nbsp; It is truly a magical time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4060630536758568382?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4060630536758568382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4060630536758568382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4060630536758568382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4060630536758568382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_30.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4328487944685033700</id><published>2011-11-29T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:24:17.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...Christmas writings.&amp;nbsp; I love the books, stories, poems and thoughts that float around at this time of year.&amp;nbsp; They all have pretty much the same idea but make the Season so much more fun.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to the First Presidency Devotional on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; They always have such a wonderful way of starting Advent for us (though technically Advent should have started last Sunday).&amp;nbsp; I love the Christmas messages that these men bring to us each year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4328487944685033700?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4328487944685033700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4328487944685033700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4328487944685033700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4328487944685033700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_29.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6525660692084790126</id><published>2011-11-28T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T05:17:44.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Luke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1Kkq5PcgaA/TtOH9fimLpI/AAAAAAAABcA/XlAZik4JGAw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1Kkq5PcgaA/TtOH9fimLpI/AAAAAAAABcA/XlAZik4JGAw/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is Luke's birthday (I hope). &amp;nbsp;Luke LOVES cars and trucks. &amp;nbsp;He has since he was very little. &amp;nbsp;He is a very mellow child and for the most part is pretty easy going. &amp;nbsp;We are so glad he is part of our family. &amp;nbsp;He adds another dynamic. &amp;nbsp;We are very blessed to have such incredible grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday, Luke. &amp;nbsp;We love you very much. &amp;nbsp;(Since our computer crashed this is literally the only picture of Luke I had from this last year. &amp;nbsp;I had one of him as a baby but I will save that one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6525660692084790126?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6525660692084790126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6525660692084790126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6525660692084790126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6525660692084790126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-luke.html' title='Happy Birthday Luke!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1Kkq5PcgaA/TtOH9fimLpI/AAAAAAAABcA/XlAZik4JGAw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1571057008252672038</id><published>2011-11-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T03:21:59.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...people that are always stepping up to help out.&amp;nbsp; We feed&amp;nbsp;the military students every Sunday because they can't get back in time to eat if they stay for the whole block.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for willing people who help me week after week and prepare part or all of the meal so these men and the missionaries can have a meal.&amp;nbsp; It makes my life so much easier when I don't have to prepare a full meal every week.&amp;nbsp; The students are so grateful it makes the effort worth it.&amp;nbsp; Plus so much good has come from it.&amp;nbsp; We have had several baptisms and reactivations from people coming just to get a home cooked meal and then gaining testimonies.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing what a little food can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1571057008252672038?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1571057008252672038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1571057008252672038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1571057008252672038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1571057008252672038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_27.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-161219932362554859</id><published>2011-11-26T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T04:16:50.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...an amazing family.&amp;nbsp; I have a wonderful husband and beautiful daughters.&amp;nbsp; They are in turn married to the perfect husband for each of them.&amp;nbsp; I have 11 incredible grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed.&amp;nbsp; I also have an amazing extended family.&amp;nbsp; I love them very much too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday Clyde and I went and saw the movie, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Of course it wasn't quite like the&amp;nbsp;book but it was more like the book than some movies.&amp;nbsp; Ben Kingsley was amazing as the toy shop owner but then he is one of our best actors out there.&amp;nbsp; The imagery is mind boggling - especially when you watch it in 3D.&amp;nbsp; If you do watch it in 3D you might want to take your glasses off for the first few minutes (try it and see) but it was so uncomfortable for me, I had to take mine off.&amp;nbsp; It is as if you are going through people but not really.&amp;nbsp; An odd sensation.&amp;nbsp; Other than that it was incredible.&amp;nbsp; The next movie for us will probably be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Adventures of Tintin".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; We might have to take the grandkids at Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-161219932362554859?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/161219932362554859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=161219932362554859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/161219932362554859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/161219932362554859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_26.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6042584756628951174</id><published>2011-11-25T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T05:12:25.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...a few days with my husband.&amp;nbsp; Today we are going to go and see a movie and just spend some time together.&amp;nbsp; It will be a fun&amp;nbsp;- laid back day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6042584756628951174?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6042584756628951174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6042584756628951174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6042584756628951174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6042584756628951174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_25.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3770235400269139497</id><published>2011-11-24T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T04:00:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...for my heritage.&amp;nbsp; As I think about Thanksgiving today, I realize that I am who I am today and where I am today in part because of my ancestors and the decisions they made.&amp;nbsp; I am a citizen of the United States of America because of the choices my great-grandparents made on my father's father's side and my ancestors made generations before in my other lines.&amp;nbsp; I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints because of decisions my great grandparents, and great-greatgrandparents (+) had made over 100 years ago.&amp;nbsp; We do live in a great country and at a great time.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is overwhelming when I see all of the negative things happening on the news.&amp;nbsp; Then I realize - that is what the news wants to dwell on.&amp;nbsp; For the most part our family and friends are doing quite well - even though the economy is rough right now - we are getting by.&amp;nbsp; We have family and friends to support each other and help each other.&amp;nbsp; We are there for each other.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for my amazing family - the ones that came before me and the ones that surround me with their love now.&amp;nbsp; Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3770235400269139497?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3770235400269139497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3770235400269139497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3770235400269139497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3770235400269139497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_24.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4469886230993620684</id><published>2011-11-23T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:47:37.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...a warm place to live.&amp;nbsp; It is raining hard right now.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful I a have warm snug place to live.&amp;nbsp; I need to get ready for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I will be thrilled when I can get to my Christmas decorations and decorate like I want to.&amp;nbsp; It just isn't worth it here.&amp;nbsp; I have our tiny tree up and my nativity scenes out.&amp;nbsp; That will be it again for the third year in a row.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; One of these days I can go all out - like I&amp;nbsp;really like to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4469886230993620684?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4469886230993620684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4469886230993620684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4469886230993620684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4469886230993620684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_23.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1666287641478633275</id><published>2011-11-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:28:26.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...Sedona and the people that work there.&amp;nbsp; I have been going there for several years.&amp;nbsp; They are&amp;nbsp; understanding of my health problems and&amp;nbsp;are patient with me.&amp;nbsp; I love the atmosphere and the friendships I have made there.&amp;nbsp; It is a pleasant place to work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1666287641478633275?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1666287641478633275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1666287641478633275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1666287641478633275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1666287641478633275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_22.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3255527149246182291</id><published>2011-11-21T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:15:35.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...good medical care.&amp;nbsp; I am really thankful I found Dr. Thomas Fantes again.&amp;nbsp; I have been more at peace about my status - even though it is not the best - since I have been back with him.&amp;nbsp; Now we just need to get my Rx balanced and me balanced than all will be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. I just got back and I am in better shape than I thought.&amp;nbsp; Life is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3255527149246182291?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3255527149246182291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3255527149246182291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3255527149246182291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3255527149246182291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_21.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4053627038479046719</id><published>2011-11-20T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:19:26.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...for my Kindle.&amp;nbsp; I have loved my Kindle from day one.&amp;nbsp; It has been almost 3 years since I got my Kindle.&amp;nbsp; Today it wouldn't turn on.&amp;nbsp; It has been acting up for a while and the battery - when I turn it on - is depleted in minutes.&amp;nbsp; If I keep the battery off, then I can read for a few hours before depleting the battery.&amp;nbsp; Today for some reason - even though the battery light is green - it will not turn on at all.&amp;nbsp; Good thing my new one is coming this week.&amp;nbsp; I just hope I make it for the next few days without it!&amp;nbsp; It is truly the best invention ever.&amp;nbsp; I have loved having a book at my fingertips whenever I have wanted one.&amp;nbsp; I have loved being able to hold a book with one hand at night a not really move as I cuddle under the covers and read.&amp;nbsp; I have a friend that was teasing me and telling me that I was going to get carpal tunnel in my thumbs because of all of the page turning they do on my kindle.&amp;nbsp; It is so minimal that there is no danger of that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amazon has free current releases that I have loved and I have a wide array of authors that I now call favorites that I had never heard of until I had a free book from them.&amp;nbsp; I have my old classics too that are like old friends to read over and over.&amp;nbsp; The best thing about the Kindle is the books don't take up space.&amp;nbsp; In our tiny apartment that is a big deal.&amp;nbsp; I am very thankful for my Kindle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4053627038479046719?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4053627038479046719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4053627038479046719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4053627038479046719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4053627038479046719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_20.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4037901844971437132</id><published>2011-11-19T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:44:27.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...music.&amp;nbsp; I love music - especially at this time of year when the holiday music becomes so important.&amp;nbsp; I love most kinds of music - everything but Jazz.&amp;nbsp; For some reason jazz makes me absolutely crazy -&amp;nbsp;screaming angry&amp;nbsp;in fact.&amp;nbsp; It is weird but I can only listen for a few minutes before I am ready to scream.&amp;nbsp; Most people find it relaxing but I don't.&amp;nbsp; Any other music and I am Okay.&amp;nbsp; My version of torture would be being forced to listen to jazz - especially when they riff and play phrases over and over on different instruments at different tempos.&amp;nbsp; That would make me insane quicker than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4037901844971437132?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4037901844971437132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4037901844971437132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4037901844971437132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4037901844971437132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_19.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1433466060216321526</id><published>2011-11-18T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:34:05.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1d1nZA9bZQ/TsZeCGujCOI/AAAAAAAABb4/TXrG3qCHpJs/s1600/friendlp_nfo_o_1130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1d1nZA9bZQ/TsZeCGujCOI/AAAAAAAABb4/TXrG3qCHpJs/s400/friendlp_nfo_o_1130.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...the opportunity to be able to be an ordinance worker in Boston Temple. &amp;nbsp;It is so wonderful to be able to go every other week and spend time in the temple. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow we are having a youth temple trip so Clyde and I are spending the night in Boston. &amp;nbsp;We would only get a few hours of sleep if we tried to come home tonight. &amp;nbsp;We are very blessed to live so close to a temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1433466060216321526?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1433466060216321526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1433466060216321526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1433466060216321526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1433466060216321526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_18.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1d1nZA9bZQ/TsZeCGujCOI/AAAAAAAABb4/TXrG3qCHpJs/s72-c/friendlp_nfo_o_1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-9075255387241565669</id><published>2011-11-17T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:47:41.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de46fHaComQ/TsVHBSfqumI/AAAAAAAABbw/a4AfK4sQa0E/s1600/51FSZEPMN6L__AA115_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de46fHaComQ/TsVHBSfqumI/AAAAAAAABbw/a4AfK4sQa0E/s320/51FSZEPMN6L__AA115_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;... Holiday movies. &amp;nbsp;My favorite is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Bishops Wife"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It has been for forever. &amp;nbsp;I saw it for the first time when I was a little girl on a Saturday afternoon at my Grandma and Grandpa Tuttle's house. &amp;nbsp;We didn't spend very many Christmas's at a Grandparents home and that could be why this movie is even more special. &amp;nbsp;It is a feel good movie and one I have to watch every Christmas Season at least once (but usually two or three times). &amp;nbsp;This is my movie during the year when I am down, that I pull out and watch. &amp;nbsp;It always makes me feel better. &amp;nbsp;When I would watch this any time other than Christmas, my girls would know that I was in the depths of depression. &amp;nbsp;However after I watched it, I always felt better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-9075255387241565669?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9075255387241565669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=9075255387241565669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9075255387241565669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9075255387241565669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_17.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de46fHaComQ/TsVHBSfqumI/AAAAAAAABbw/a4AfK4sQa0E/s72-c/51FSZEPMN6L__AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1488152232447561664</id><published>2011-11-16T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:07:51.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...fun authors.&amp;nbsp; I have been reading some very fun books the last few days.&amp;nbsp; I love to read and I love it when I find an author that makes reading a joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1488152232447561664?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1488152232447561664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1488152232447561664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1488152232447561664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1488152232447561664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_16.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6263372824272485340</id><published>2011-11-15T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:32:38.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...people that care.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to be without a car all of the time.&amp;nbsp; It is nice when people step up and help me with my Visiting Teaching and just get little service projects done.&amp;nbsp; They willingly pick me up and help me with the project as I am doing it.&amp;nbsp; I am very grateful for wonderful caring people that are just there.&amp;nbsp; It is makes life so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6263372824272485340?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6263372824272485340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6263372824272485340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6263372824272485340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6263372824272485340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_15.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4095554508566900036</id><published>2011-11-14T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:39:36.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad (Popi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pXYMhgkQIs/TsEzQUVNjxI/AAAAAAAABbY/IAbbA-r8TCQ/s1600/1727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pXYMhgkQIs/TsEzQUVNjxI/AAAAAAAABbY/IAbbA-r8TCQ/s400/1727.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When Dad would come home from work, he would be exhausted. &amp;nbsp;He was a Doctor and worked in the emergency room most of my early growing up years. &amp;nbsp;His way of playing with us was by laying on the floor and taking a nap while we jumped over him. &amp;nbsp;When he had his catnap he would play 'horsey' with us for a few minutes. &amp;nbsp;I was about 6 when this picture was taken. &amp;nbsp;It is my dad, my brother Bob, me and my sister Marianne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5i6XQHu2PM/TsEzeqhAEzI/AAAAAAAABbg/lMbTySXoZy8/s1600/918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5i6XQHu2PM/TsEzeqhAEzI/AAAAAAAABbg/lMbTySXoZy8/s400/918.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is my dad and I think my sister on Smokey at my Uncle Raphael's farm in Venice, Utah. &amp;nbsp;I think at this time it was still Grandma and Grandpa Brugger's though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaqOusGXCtA/TsEzvl6QqoI/AAAAAAAABbo/enWk_giOtlk/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaqOusGXCtA/TsEzvl6QqoI/AAAAAAAABbo/enWk_giOtlk/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This picture was taken on the 4th of July 2011. &amp;nbsp;We were at my sister Marianne's home. &amp;nbsp;This picture is my brother-in-law, Frank, Marianne, Doreen and Popi, me and Clyde. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am thankful for a wonderful father. &amp;nbsp;My dad has been an incredible &amp;nbsp;influence in my life. &amp;nbsp;He has guided me to become the person I am today. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful that he is my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4095554508566900036?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4095554508566900036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4095554508566900036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4095554508566900036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4095554508566900036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-dad-popi.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad (Popi)'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pXYMhgkQIs/TsEzQUVNjxI/AAAAAAAABbY/IAbbA-r8TCQ/s72-c/1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-961338150834844006</id><published>2011-11-13T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T03:26:05.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...spiritual experiences in unexpected places.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday Clyde and I were asked to speak about the Telestial Kingdom for a Youth Activity.&amp;nbsp; Even once I got there I wondered how this was going to go off but after as I was listening to the youth at the ice cream social, most were really touched by the Spirit and really glad they came.&amp;nbsp; So often we adults project our negativity onto our Youth and we mustn't.&amp;nbsp; Because they didn't have other things to compare this to they were thrilled with what this taught and the experience they had.&amp;nbsp; I need to remember that.&amp;nbsp; The point of the whole evening was that Patriarchal Blessing guide you through life and help you get to the Celestial Kingdom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-961338150834844006?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/961338150834844006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=961338150834844006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/961338150834844006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/961338150834844006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_13.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6987230717698289293</id><published>2011-11-12T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T05:48:49.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;holidays.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love the holiday season, though as I get older and live so a far away from family, I find I don't like it as much as I used too.&amp;nbsp; My family would be surprised how little I decorate now.&amp;nbsp; It is just&amp;nbsp;not worth it. But I love the season of giving, the wonderful movies and music.&amp;nbsp; That makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6987230717698289293?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6987230717698289293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6987230717698289293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6987230717698289293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6987230717698289293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_12.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1237759746057264843</id><published>2011-11-11T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:46:04.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...all the Veterans in my life.&amp;nbsp; I grew up as an Army BRAT so I know what it is like to live the life of the military.&amp;nbsp; I know what it is like to see your father leave in the middle of the night and not know when you will see him again.&amp;nbsp; To always have his 'kit' packed so at a moments notice he can leave.&amp;nbsp; To wake up with your mother crying because she isn't sure where your father is.&amp;nbsp; I had it easier than most.&amp;nbsp; My father was a surgeon so he was in the MASH tents and was protected but many of my friends fathers - especially when they went to Viet Nam - never saw them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My father served in WWII and so did Clyde's dad.&amp;nbsp; Clyde's Grandfather, Dr. B also served in WWI.&amp;nbsp; My father got his medical degree and then went back into the military in the 50's and stayed in until the late 70's.&amp;nbsp; He had quite an amazing career.&amp;nbsp; I met Clyde because of the draft during the Viet Nam War.&amp;nbsp; Without that we would have never met.&amp;nbsp; We now have a son-in-law, Brandon Nordell - in the Air Force.&amp;nbsp; He is with our daughter and their two daughters in Okinawa.&amp;nbsp; Of all of my daughters, Heather was not the daughter I thought would be a military wife but she is doing an admirable job.&amp;nbsp; Clyde works at the Newport Naval Base and about half of our ward is military.&amp;nbsp; I am proud to be here to help make their lives easier so they can serve our country and make our lives easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1237759746057264843?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1237759746057264843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1237759746057264843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1237759746057264843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1237759746057264843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_11.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2927536769179765772</id><published>2011-11-10T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:21:15.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...Indian Summers.&amp;nbsp; Our autumn here has been incredible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The colors were not all that spectacular because of Hurricane Irene but the weather has been in the 60's and 70's so far for most of November.&amp;nbsp; We had such a miserable and cold October I was really concerned.&amp;nbsp; We even had snow the last weekend of October with the big Nor'easter that blew through here (it didn't stick but it was flying in the air here on the island.&amp;nbsp; It stuck other places in the Northeast).&amp;nbsp; Since then it has been October weather to make up for having November in October.&amp;nbsp; It has been beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Today we have Tropical Storm Sean making its presence known with rain but even then the temperature is in the upper 50's.&amp;nbsp; Can't complain to much.&amp;nbsp; We will see how long this lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2927536769179765772?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2927536769179765772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2927536769179765772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2927536769179765772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2927536769179765772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_10.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3941709980484131362</id><published>2011-11-09T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T05:27:10.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...my amazing hairdresser.&amp;nbsp; Mariana is fun and has been my hairdresser for 7 years.&amp;nbsp; The only time she has not cut my hair was when I had my surgery and I couldn't get out for a few months.&amp;nbsp; Then a friend from the ward came in and did my hair for me.&amp;nbsp; Mariana has told me so much about her family that I could probably go and visit one of their dinners and know who was who and how things worked within the family.&amp;nbsp; She is so much fun.&amp;nbsp; Today is my 3rd of 9 free haircuts for a year.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to a fun visit with a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have to say one thing I am not thankful for - being so far away from family.&amp;nbsp; This is ongoing with me.&amp;nbsp; I want to be close in proximity to grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; I so envy the people that get to have family close for all of the holidays or can just run down for a weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was so wonderful when the Davis' lived in Pennsylvania and we could literally take off and go for a few days.&amp;nbsp; Life moves on and pretty soon we will be around family - I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3941709980484131362?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3941709980484131362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3941709980484131362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3941709980484131362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3941709980484131362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for_09.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2543004540731378979</id><published>2011-11-08T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T03:49:06.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mallory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM3Sc5NrjFA/TrkUxUfrjaI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Z-8Eo4SEc9E/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM3Sc5NrjFA/TrkUxUfrjaI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Z-8Eo4SEc9E/s400/051.JPG" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday was Mallory Hope Bahlmann's first birthday! &amp;nbsp;I cannot believe she is already a year old. &amp;nbsp;This year has certainly gone by fast. &amp;nbsp;Here she is at Hogel Zoo at about 7 months old. &amp;nbsp;She was so proud of herself. &amp;nbsp;She had such a cute halo of hair but her mother informs us that it now lays down flat most of the time now. &amp;nbsp;We love you Mallory. &amp;nbsp;We hope you had a wonderful birthday and you have a great second year of life! &amp;nbsp;I am very thankful you came into our lives. &amp;nbsp;So my thankful post today- Today I am thankful for Mallory and always - all of my grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;They make life worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2543004540731378979?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2543004540731378979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2543004540731378979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2543004540731378979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2543004540731378979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-mallory.html' title='Happy Birthday Mallory!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM3Sc5NrjFA/TrkUxUfrjaI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Z-8Eo4SEc9E/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5789476003731516964</id><published>2011-11-07T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T04:48:46.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I am for so many things I don't know which one to pick.&amp;nbsp; I will choose the opportunity to teach seminary.&amp;nbsp; I have a great class and as happens with most teachers in the Gospel - I probably learn more than they do.&amp;nbsp; We are studying the Old Testament.&amp;nbsp; It is interesting and a good challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5789476003731516964?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5789476003731516964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5789476003731516964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5789476003731516964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5789476003731516964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2180409760057810910</id><published>2011-11-06T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T04:22:16.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Post #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every year during the month of November I write a post about something I am thankful for everyday of the month - or I have up until this year.&amp;nbsp; Today I realized it is November!&amp;nbsp; Do not ask me why but for some reason I thought it was Ocober 35th or something but it just had not registered that it&amp;nbsp;was November yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I thankful that Stake Conference comes only twice a year.&amp;nbsp; I am a home body and becoming more and more of one.&amp;nbsp; To travel over an hour one way to get to a meeting is not my idea of fun.&amp;nbsp; To do that two days in a row is torture.&amp;nbsp; If the meetings were not so incredible it would not be such an incredible experience.&amp;nbsp; Today we are going to have sacrament as part of stake conference.&amp;nbsp; We will see how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2180409760057810910?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2180409760057810910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2180409760057810910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2180409760057810910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2180409760057810910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-post-1.html' title='Thankful Post #1'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1838143539919773728</id><published>2011-10-31T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T04:58:56.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL-ro23tYBw/Tq6LeapIV-I/AAAAAAAABao/vhs9tJ9HffE/s1600/236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL-ro23tYBw/Tq6LeapIV-I/AAAAAAAABao/vhs9tJ9HffE/s400/236.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was trying to find something for Halloween and stumbled across this picture of my grandson Nathanael Pfiester, carrying a pumpkin. &amp;nbsp;It is such a cute picture that it is the one I chose. &amp;nbsp;I am thinking he is about 4 in this picture but I am not sure. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope you are warmer where you are than I am right now. &amp;nbsp;We had ice on our windshield this morning to scrape off to get to seminary. &amp;nbsp;We did not get any snow however from the big Nor'easter that blew through here over the weekend. &amp;nbsp;It was like our island was in a bubble. &amp;nbsp;We got lots of wind and rain but no snow - which was fine with me. &amp;nbsp;I would be very happy to get no snow but I don't see that happening. &amp;nbsp;People that live across the bridge from us on the mainland had to dig out to come to church yesterday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1838143539919773728?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1838143539919773728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1838143539919773728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1838143539919773728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1838143539919773728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/memory-monday_31.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL-ro23tYBw/Tq6LeapIV-I/AAAAAAAABao/vhs9tJ9HffE/s72-c/236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8271816148801462742</id><published>2011-10-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:54:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpHa0ohzkrY/TqWIUqXVWqI/AAAAAAAABac/9Qk_5MFvkW8/s1600/1316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpHa0ohzkrY/TqWIUqXVWqI/AAAAAAAABac/9Qk_5MFvkW8/s400/1316.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a picture of me as a witch when I was 6 in San Antonio, Texas on Halloween for a school party. &amp;nbsp;I always insisted on wearing red shoes to school so I know that the shoes I am wearing are red but the the dress was black and I loved this costume. &amp;nbsp;I was able to wear it two years. &amp;nbsp;It was one of my favorite costumes. &amp;nbsp;My mother worked hard on it. &amp;nbsp;You couldn't go to the store and buy a quality costume when I was young - or when our daughters were young for that matter. &amp;nbsp;I cried when I couldn't fit in it anymore. &amp;nbsp;There was a clown costume that I wore, my brother and sister wore and Carianne wore at the age of 1. &amp;nbsp;I have no pictures of anyone ever wearing it. &amp;nbsp;Pretty sad. &amp;nbsp;By the time Carianne wore it, all of my cousins had worn it &amp;nbsp;too and it was 26 years old. &amp;nbsp;It was falling apart and the fabric was so rotten we couldn't save it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8271816148801462742?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8271816148801462742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8271816148801462742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8271816148801462742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8271816148801462742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/memory-monday_24.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpHa0ohzkrY/TqWIUqXVWqI/AAAAAAAABac/9Qk_5MFvkW8/s72-c/1316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5440850405760785716</id><published>2011-10-21T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:30:03.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carianne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUIAFO-v_7M/TqFw5WjlH8I/AAAAAAAABaM/oTj2daJS8Rk/s1600/1487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUIAFO-v_7M/TqFw5WjlH8I/AAAAAAAABaM/oTj2daJS8Rk/s400/1487.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am dressing Carianne in her room in our home in El Paso. &amp;nbsp;She is on about a week or two old. &amp;nbsp;The picture above her changing table is a Disney Winnie the Pooh scene. &amp;nbsp;The pink diaper stacker to the left was used for all 4 daughters and came in very handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXb9ukS3dwM/TqFxVy2Y0XI/AAAAAAAABaU/xjCD2uJdlnQ/s1600/1493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXb9ukS3dwM/TqFxVy2Y0XI/AAAAAAAABaU/xjCD2uJdlnQ/s400/1493.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is Carianne in March right after she had Carlye. &amp;nbsp;She is sitting by her favorite 'author tile' at Butt-Holdsworth Library in Kerrville - Beatrix Potter. &amp;nbsp;Carianne literally wore out copies of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Peter Rabbit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when she was little because they were her security. &amp;nbsp;Most children had a toy or blanket they took everywhere and slept with. &amp;nbsp;Carianne took the little green &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Peter Rabbit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; book everywhere and slept with at first in her arms and then under her pillow. &amp;nbsp;When she could finally read for herself was the first that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Peter Rabbit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was not in bed with her. &amp;nbsp;Then she had other books in bed with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We love you Carianne and hope you have a wonderful birthday. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully in the not too distant future we will be spending your birthdays with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5440850405760785716?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5440850405760785716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5440850405760785716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5440850405760785716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5440850405760785716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-carianne.html' title='Happy Birthday Carianne!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUIAFO-v_7M/TqFw5WjlH8I/AAAAAAAABaM/oTj2daJS8Rk/s72-c/1487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2832801006949203270</id><published>2011-10-17T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:46:12.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nvxgfyo7NQ/Tpw6ub3sUbI/AAAAAAAABaE/F-2XJU02irg/s1600/902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nvxgfyo7NQ/Tpw6ub3sUbI/AAAAAAAABaE/F-2XJU02irg/s400/902.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is not the best picture in the world of my Grandma and Grandpa Brugger but it will do for todays purposes. &amp;nbsp;My mother had pretty poor health my whole life. &amp;nbsp;When she would end up in the hospital when we lived in Texas the first time, my Grandma and Grandpa Brugger would come and stay with us. &amp;nbsp;I remember Grandpa spending time with me everyday after school drilling me for my spelling tests and listening to me as I read. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;During the time that this picture was taken we were in Germany. &amp;nbsp;We had thought we were going to lose Grandma to guilliain barre syndrome. &amp;nbsp;She was in the hospital for weeks and in therapy for months. &amp;nbsp;By the time we put her on the plane to fly back to the states, she had braces on her legs and could walk with two crutches. &amp;nbsp;Eventually she could walk on her own again. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My time with Grandpa in Germany was spent on Math. &amp;nbsp;This was a totally frustrating time for Grandpa, my parents and me. &amp;nbsp;We did not understand that I was dys-calculate and that numbers and symbols were flipping on me. &amp;nbsp;I would do my math problems and have grandpa check them. &amp;nbsp;He at first would accuse me of guessing at the answers until I explained how I came to the answers. &amp;nbsp;He was the first to realize I was not seeing the same thing on the page he was seeing. &amp;nbsp;Working with Grandpa was kind of my sanctuary during a time when my teacher and parents were puzzled with me. &amp;nbsp;I was the top student in my reading and spelling group and the bottom student in the lowest math group. &amp;nbsp;No one knew then that there was such a thing as dyslexia and dysgraphia or other learning problems. &amp;nbsp;It was cut and dried. &amp;nbsp;You were mentally retarded or you weren't. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't mentally retarded so there had to be other problems. &amp;nbsp;It was suggested I visit a psychiatrist and maybe he could figure out why I was failing math and Bob wasn't doing well in reading. &amp;nbsp;We will just leave it at - the problem was not psychiatric and in fact that psychiatrist may have done more harm than good to our family that lasted for years. &amp;nbsp;Grandpa once again intervened and said that I just needed to do things at my own pace. &amp;nbsp;One day Math would be my favorite subject. &amp;nbsp;Well he was wrong about that but he was right that I did better in school once everyone got off my back. &amp;nbsp;My Grandpa Brugger was a very wise man and very important to me as I grew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2832801006949203270?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2832801006949203270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2832801006949203270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2832801006949203270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2832801006949203270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nvxgfyo7NQ/Tpw6ub3sUbI/AAAAAAAABaE/F-2XJU02irg/s72-c/902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1908905375851407764</id><published>2011-10-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:30:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Noah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't believe you are 7 years old, Noah!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday!&amp;nbsp; We love you very much and are so happy you are a part of our family.&amp;nbsp; You make life fun and exciting!&amp;nbsp; You are smart and such a happy young man.&amp;nbsp; We hope you have a wonderful birthday!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry there are no pictures but I lost all of my more current pictures when Grandpa had to wipe out our computer because of a virus.&amp;nbsp; We will get some new ones at Christmas and be more careful about backing them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1908905375851407764?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1908905375851407764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1908905375851407764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1908905375851407764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1908905375851407764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-noah.html' title='Happy Birthday Noah!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7995387644503756306</id><published>2011-10-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:56:00.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday a couple from our ward were sealed in the temple as a family to each other and then their son, Matthew.&amp;nbsp; To make it all possible,&amp;nbsp;some of the young couples&amp;nbsp;asked me if I would mind watching children.&amp;nbsp; Of course I didn't.&amp;nbsp; Originally I was supposed to watched 9 with 2 other sisters helping off and on the whole time but it ended up that I watched 3 children with 3 sisters for the first few hours and then 2 children with another sister helping.&amp;nbsp; At one time we had 5 adults and&amp;nbsp;4 children but then two went off to the sealing.&amp;nbsp; I was planning on attending the sealing but Kaitlin all of the sudden became very clingy and begged me to stay with her.&amp;nbsp; She didn't know the Rick's and was suddenly very shy.&amp;nbsp; It turned out it a good thing I stayed because with 2 babies and 2 - 3 year old's - it was a good thing we had that many arms.&amp;nbsp; The kids were pretty tired by the end of the day but because they had so many loving arms around them, there weren't extended meltdowns and things went really well.&amp;nbsp; All of the children know me because I have held them and loved them since they were babies.&amp;nbsp; I am part of their lives.&amp;nbsp; There is one baby boy that cries every time he sees my husband, Clyde.&amp;nbsp; Matthew Freel (not the one that was sealed - another Matthew), cries every time my husband says 'hi' to him.&amp;nbsp; It hurts Clyde's feeling and none of us know why Matthew is afraid of him.&amp;nbsp; If I hold him and talk to Clyde with Matthew in my arms, he is fine - but on his own - it is not okay.&amp;nbsp; We did notice that he was having a hard time with one of our Elders yesterday too, so it must might be a faze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My payoff - the best Mexican food I have had since I have been in New England!&amp;nbsp; It was a bit mild but still wonderful!&amp;nbsp; I ate way too much but it was so worth it.&amp;nbsp; I now have a favorite restaurant in Boston!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes life gives us fun little surprises.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7995387644503756306?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7995387644503756306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7995387644503756306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7995387644503756306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7995387644503756306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/special-weekend.html' title='A Special Weekend'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1083095217643751104</id><published>2011-10-07T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T05:14:18.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFjel3vrbmU/To7rFpy0v6I/AAAAAAAABaA/6Wy2hWSfYCo/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFjel3vrbmU/To7rFpy0v6I/AAAAAAAABaA/6Wy2hWSfYCo/s400/026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sara! &amp;nbsp;We love your very much. &amp;nbsp;We were very tickled the day you came into our lives. &amp;nbsp;I swooped down and picked up Julianna and Annemarie. &amp;nbsp;All of the cousins had such a good time until your mom said it was time for everyone to come home. &amp;nbsp;Then Carianne fell in love you. &amp;nbsp;She thought you were the neatest person in the world. &amp;nbsp;She also liked the fact that your birthday was just 2 weeks before hers. &amp;nbsp; We are proud of you and the wonderful woman and wife you have become. &amp;nbsp;One day soon you will make a wonderful mother. &amp;nbsp;I imagine you are a comforting presence in the hospital because you are so compassionate. &amp;nbsp;We are very proud of you. &amp;nbsp;We are so happy you are a part of our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1083095217643751104?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1083095217643751104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1083095217643751104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1083095217643751104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1083095217643751104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-sara.html' title='Happy Birthday Sara!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFjel3vrbmU/To7rFpy0v6I/AAAAAAAABaA/6Wy2hWSfYCo/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5022976361566652776</id><published>2011-10-04T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:03:36.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Doesn't Apply to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It really bugs me when people cannot follow the rules and laws.&amp;nbsp; What is so hard about stopping at a red light?&amp;nbsp; When a checkout line says 12 items or less it doesn't mean 12 shopping baskets or less it means the number of items in your basket.&amp;nbsp; When you pull a number at the deli counter - the person in front of you that didn't pull a number shouldn't butt in front of you and get in your face that he was there first (yes he was at the counter while I was pulling a number and I didn't start the confrontation - he did!).&amp;nbsp; In other words what does it pay to not be polite and just follow the simple curtesies of life?&amp;nbsp; I know this goes on everywhere but it seems to go on much more here.&amp;nbsp; For the most part I truly have not met more rude people that&amp;nbsp;the people here in New England (I have&amp;nbsp;lived in Europe for years!)&amp;nbsp;and the sad part is that they are probably not even from here.&amp;nbsp; There are so many transplants on this island - heaven only knows where these people originally came from.&amp;nbsp; It does boggle my mind though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a brighter note:&amp;nbsp; During General Conference, President Monson talked about Peter Maurick.&amp;nbsp; When we lived in Germany the second time, Peter and his wife MaryPaul were in our ward.&amp;nbsp; Their faith in the Lord was beyond faith - it was a sure knowledge.&amp;nbsp; I have never met anyone like them before or since.&amp;nbsp; I in fact babysat for them several times.&amp;nbsp; Peter is from Holland and MaryPaul is from France.&amp;nbsp; Their common language was English, so that is what was spoken in their home.&amp;nbsp; Their children were speaking 4 different languages by the time they were&amp;nbsp;3&amp;nbsp;or 4&amp;nbsp;- Dutch, French, German and English and they were speaking them fluently.&amp;nbsp; I have often wondered about the Maurick's and now I know that his spirituality is still as strong as ever.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise he would never have been in tune enough to have heard that prompting.&amp;nbsp; He is still as amazing as ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope to be blogging better.&amp;nbsp; I have been going through a bit of a rough patch and I think I am coming out of it.&amp;nbsp; Because of General Conference, I see in part the goals I need to set and some of the traits I need to work on in myself.&amp;nbsp; I came out of Conference and the General Relief Society Broadcast with a bit of a bruised ego - but I am better for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5022976361566652776?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5022976361566652776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5022976361566652776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5022976361566652776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5022976361566652776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-doesnt-apply-to-me.html' title='That Doesn&apos;t Apply to Me'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7460973001294831251</id><published>2011-09-29T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:36:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Julianna and Dena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V35c_NQJ85k/ToRy0BjxI7I/AAAAAAAABZ8/OiHBhO4lPOg/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V35c_NQJ85k/ToRy0BjxI7I/AAAAAAAABZ8/OiHBhO4lPOg/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This picture was taken days after Dane was born and about a week after Thomas was born. &amp;nbsp;They are focusing on Marianne's camera, not on me. &amp;nbsp;I am lucky I have this picture since we wiped out our computer about this time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday to you Julianna. &amp;nbsp;Your &lt;i&gt;Unker Clyde&lt;/i&gt; has been walking around today telling everyone that today is Happy Juliannuary! &amp;nbsp;Then he has to explain. &amp;nbsp;We love you and are very proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is also my sister-in-law, Dena Brugger's birthday. &amp;nbsp;I think it is wonderful that two of my favorite people share a birthday. &amp;nbsp;I guess this is one way to get me to blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7460973001294831251?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7460973001294831251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7460973001294831251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7460973001294831251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7460973001294831251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-julianna-and-dena.html' title='Happy Birthday Julianna and Dena!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V35c_NQJ85k/ToRy0BjxI7I/AAAAAAAABZ8/OiHBhO4lPOg/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-9221483170758725249</id><published>2011-09-28T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T05:29:54.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marianne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83xri61fVfk/ToMPagFLVlI/AAAAAAAABZ0/dfa3qIGdGpw/s1600/1535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83xri61fVfk/ToMPagFLVlI/AAAAAAAABZ0/dfa3qIGdGpw/s400/1535.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My mother, Carolyn Brugger, with my sister, Marianne and my brother Bob. &amp;nbsp;This was taken the day my brother was given his name and a blessing in our Church. &amp;nbsp;Behind my mother was one of 2 air conditioners we had in the house. &amp;nbsp;There was one in the living room and one in my parents room upstairs. &amp;nbsp;They did a pretty good job of cooling most all of the house as I recall. &amp;nbsp;I was comfortable but then when this picture was taken I was 5 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5gJS3lOu2w/ToMPqrG56gI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Y-3JzkDHh2w/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5gJS3lOu2w/ToMPqrG56gI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Y-3JzkDHh2w/s400/039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Left to right, my sister's husband - Frank Dittmar, my sister Marianne Dittmar, my step-mother Doreen Brugger, my father Archie Brugger, me and Clyde. &amp;nbsp;This picture was taken on the 4th of July this last summer at Marianne's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is my sister Marianne Brugger Dittmar's birthday. &amp;nbsp;Marianne has been my best friend my whole life. &amp;nbsp;We have had each other when we moved all those time growing up and we always knew we could rely on each other. &amp;nbsp;Our daughter's are really extensions of our own family's. &amp;nbsp;We love each other's daughters as our own. &amp;nbsp;We have been taken for twins most of our life. &amp;nbsp;In fact just a few years ago, someone thought I had moved back to Utah! &amp;nbsp;I am not as kind as my sister or as quiet. &amp;nbsp;She is much more Christlike and has always been one of my heroes. &amp;nbsp;I have spent most of my life in her shadow because she is light years ahead of me spiritually and in so many other ways. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful she is my sister. &amp;nbsp;She has kept me balanced and anchored when I have needed her. &amp;nbsp;The Lord truly blessed our house when Marianne was born. &amp;nbsp;I love you, Marianne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-9221483170758725249?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9221483170758725249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=9221483170758725249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9221483170758725249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9221483170758725249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-marianne.html' title='Happy Birthday Marianne!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83xri61fVfk/ToMPagFLVlI/AAAAAAAABZ0/dfa3qIGdGpw/s72-c/1535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7526657710416006331</id><published>2011-09-17T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T04:03:35.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peach Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNCThfCHt34/TnR8kAgP4tI/AAAAAAAABZw/vMe59vubMWc/s1600/51uPxcDGaeL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNCThfCHt34/TnR8kAgP4tI/AAAAAAAABZw/vMe59vubMWc/s400/51uPxcDGaeL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have not done a book review in months but my daughter Pam got me hooked on Sarah Addison Allen's books this summer. &amp;nbsp;I have been waiting for my copy of &lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Peach Keeper&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;all summer long and finally received it Thursday. &amp;nbsp;I had a hard time wrapping my head around one of the main female characters being named Paxton simply because growing up one of my male friends had that name, but pretty soon it fit her and went with the flow. &amp;nbsp;Ms. Allen's books grab me and hold me to the end - which is what I love about reading them. &amp;nbsp;They are mysteries but not so caught up in the mystery that they are even considered that genre. &amp;nbsp;It is really a book of friendship, service and love but more than that Christlike friendship, service and love. &amp;nbsp;It just takes the novel for everyone to figure out that life is happier when you serve in a &amp;nbsp;Christlike way. &amp;nbsp;I think that is why I liked this book so much- it ended on such an upbeat and beautiful note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7526657710416006331?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7526657710416006331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7526657710416006331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7526657710416006331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7526657710416006331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/peach-keeper.html' title='The Peach Keeper'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNCThfCHt34/TnR8kAgP4tI/AAAAAAAABZw/vMe59vubMWc/s72-c/51uPxcDGaeL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8841688139192386410</id><published>2011-09-12T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:53:07.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Seminary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This morning at 6 a.m., we started seminary for the year.&amp;nbsp; The course of study is the Old Testament.&amp;nbsp; The Church gives only a selected part as mandatory reading but a special award if anyone chooses to read it through in its entirety. I wonder if anyone in my class will choose too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The dynamic is a little different.&amp;nbsp; Three replaced three, so we are right at the same number we had last year but one less young man.&amp;nbsp; It looks like it will be an excellent year - as always.&amp;nbsp; The Church has amazing young people and they really do seem to shine in Early Morning Seminary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8841688139192386410?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8841688139192386410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8841688139192386410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8841688139192386410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8841688139192386410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-seminary.html' title='First Day of Seminary'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-299967984323672084</id><published>2011-09-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:52:13.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Storm Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; am currently sitting here with my head pounding from a sinus headache.&amp;nbsp; My allergies are so bad from all of the mold from Hurricane Irene and now Tropical Storm Lee.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hurricane Katia is brewing off the coast and though we won't get the full force of her, we may get a bit of rain along with waves and rip tides.&amp;nbsp; Why are we getting all of this weather and Texas is literally burning up?!&amp;nbsp; Every rain drop that falls here, I wish it was falling on Texas - anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-299967984323672084?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/299967984323672084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=299967984323672084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/299967984323672084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/299967984323672084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/tropical-storm-lee.html' title='Tropical Storm Lee'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3677881206060923179</id><published>2011-08-30T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T03:27:37.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Safe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hurricane Irene hit us with more wind than rain.&amp;nbsp; She quickly was downgraded to a Tropical Storm but the winds were still sustained in the upper 50 mile per hour range.&amp;nbsp; We lost a lot of trees and one member of our ward had a tree go through her shed.&amp;nbsp; Another member lost shingles off of the their home and one lost the roofing cap of their garage. There was no loss of life but at 10 a.m. Sunday morning we lost power which meant we were without telephone too.&amp;nbsp; Clyde and I read a talk from the Conference issue and read next weeks lesson for Sunday School.&amp;nbsp; Then we played a couple of games in which Clyde trounced me in Scrabble - twice!&amp;nbsp; We do have a battery powered radio, so we were not completely cut.&amp;nbsp; Just hearing what was going on in the world made easier and time go more quickly.&amp;nbsp; The interesting thing to me is I could not read.&amp;nbsp; I read hours every day!&amp;nbsp; But Sunday I could not concentrate.&amp;nbsp; It was really weird.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, once things calmed down, I was fine and could have read all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have a little two burner camp stove so we were able to have some soup.&amp;nbsp; We lost milk and some leftovers from our refrigerator but nothing from our freezer.&amp;nbsp; I packed it with everything I could find that I could fill with water just before the storm.&amp;nbsp; Sunday morning I cranked it up to the coldest setting.&amp;nbsp; I actually kept most things fairly cold in refrigerator until yesterday morning but the milk wasn't cold but cool so I didn't dare keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday morning Clyde and I went out visited about 10 families in the ward because cellphones and landlines were not working.&amp;nbsp; We were able to see damage firsthand and find out from people that did have cellphones that were working how other members of the ward were doing.&amp;nbsp; While we were out, our power came on.&amp;nbsp; We got home about 4 - tired but knowing we had visited with people that needed to be seen and others that knew what was going on.&amp;nbsp; Plus we saw our home teaching and visiting teaching families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So all is well.&amp;nbsp; Except for cleaning out our refrigerator - which was long overdue, there is not damage to us.&amp;nbsp; We do have ward members that are still without power though and it it looks like it could be this weekend before they do get power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3677881206060923179?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3677881206060923179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3677881206060923179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3677881206060923179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3677881206060923179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-are-safe.html' title='We Are Safe!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-9174222962668390683</id><published>2011-08-28T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T03:44:52.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Irene - She's Bearing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Irene is still a category 1 because she is so big.&amp;nbsp; We just now getting the rain and the humidity - even with the air conditioning on it is very oppressive.&amp;nbsp; That is very unusual for this area.&amp;nbsp; Ordinarily it is not this humid.&amp;nbsp; We are bracing ourselves for up to 90 mile an hour wind gusts but sustained winds of between 60-70 miles an hour.&amp;nbsp; We are still in our apartment.&amp;nbsp; We are not in an evacuation area so we will just hunker down and ride it through.&amp;nbsp; I don't know where we would have gone to get a way from this anyway.&amp;nbsp; With Pam no longer in Pennsylvania, all of our friends are within the arms of the storm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am sure that we will be fine.&amp;nbsp; There is not church today because of the storm.&amp;nbsp; All of the weekday anchors and weathermen are handling this because it is such a big deal - including the national media anchors.&amp;nbsp; Last night there was no other news on the national news stations but Hurricane Irene.&amp;nbsp; She eclipsed all other news events for 30 minutes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are prepared for the inevitable power outage that will come this.&amp;nbsp; I am clearing out the refrigerator of things that don't have to be refrigerated or could live without refrigeration for a few hours.&amp;nbsp; If we do have a power failure I will pull out the eggs and fruits and vegs and add ice to the refrigerator to keep the things in the refrigerator longer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In something totally unrelated.&amp;nbsp; Our neighbor across the hall has lived there almost as long as we have lived in this apartment.&amp;nbsp; He has been gone most of the week, which is so unusual for him and his precious motorcycle has been left out in the elements.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday some friends came to get the motorcycle to take it to their garage for the storm.&amp;nbsp; It turns out Brian has had a massive heart attack and is in a coma in a hospital in Providence.&amp;nbsp; That leaves your Dad and me the only people in our stairwell to wait out this storm.&amp;nbsp; I thought I had better let everyone know we are fine in case there were power outages since our landline depends on electricity because of the way it is hooked up through our cable line.&amp;nbsp; Clyde will go over and use a his second counselors cellphone if the power outage goes on too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-9174222962668390683?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9174222962668390683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=9174222962668390683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9174222962668390683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9174222962668390683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurricane-irene-shes-bearing-down.html' title='Hurricane Irene - She&apos;s Bearing Down'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2409630378472342291</id><published>2011-08-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:55:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are watching Hurricane Irene because she looks like she wants to hit us. Unlike Heather and her family in Okinawa, we are not equipped to hunker down and ride out a storm.&amp;nbsp; It would cause major property damage and big problems.&amp;nbsp; So I am sending a request for prayers for Irene to miss us.&amp;nbsp; Wind and rain we can handle - we get that all the time - but hurricane force winds we cannot.&amp;nbsp; We live on an island and if our bridges are compromised then we are literally cut-off from the mainland and would have to rely on ferries to get us off and on the island.&amp;nbsp; I am sure we would be Okay but I just don't want to have to live through the trauma if I don't have too.&amp;nbsp; Why can't it go to Texas where the rain is needed?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't wish a hurricane on them but to let them have some rain would be such a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2409630378472342291?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2409630378472342291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2409630378472342291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2409630378472342291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2409630378472342291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurricane-irene.html' title='Hurricane Irene'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6889935592314521688</id><published>2011-08-23T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T04:40:11.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those who know me well, know I am a marvel with trivial information.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would share some of my wealth of trivial knowledge with you on occasion on Tuesdays.&amp;nbsp; So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My brother, sister and I grew up as children in the US Army.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;were dependents but more affectionately known as Army BRATS.&amp;nbsp; For the longest time I wondered what BRAT meant and then I found out.&amp;nbsp; It is actually quite funny because it doesn't fit.&amp;nbsp; It stands for &lt;em&gt;British Regiment Attached Traveler.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Apparently this term has been used so long in English speaking military groups that people had forgotten what it stood for and so it slid from the British culture into the US culture without a thought.&amp;nbsp; I know that people that grow up as military BRATS tend to be a loyal group and we really are kind of our own sub-culture.&amp;nbsp; It has been almost 40 years since I lived that life style and yet I still understand the thought processes of our young people that come through our ward, their fears and how they know they have to sink or swim every duty station.&amp;nbsp; Not everyone understands a BRAT.&amp;nbsp; But for some reason BRATS understand each other in a way no one else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6889935592314521688?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6889935592314521688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6889935592314521688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6889935592314521688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6889935592314521688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/tuesday-trivia.html' title='Tuesday Trivia'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8154664227292859012</id><published>2011-08-22T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:03:15.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been debating for a while about doing a weekly 'Memory Monday' and maybe it will be.&amp;nbsp; But, this memory has just been rolling around in my head for the last few days so I thought I would post it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was very good at pushing my mother's and my Grandma Brugger's buttons when I was young.&amp;nbsp; I knew just how to send both of them into a dither.&amp;nbsp; I didn't do it often but I would pick my moments and cause chaos - at least in their well ordered world.&amp;nbsp; Marianne caught onto me probably when she was 2 but no one listened to her.&amp;nbsp; I am ashamed to say that quite frequently I would upstage her but I have to say once I realized I was doing it I tried to stop (at least to upstage her).&amp;nbsp; Then things would naturally upstage her events and I would feel crushed.&amp;nbsp; I think by that point we both realized I wasn't doing it on purpose but then I was married, so I think she understood.&amp;nbsp; More about that in future blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you are eight-years-old in our Church, you are baptized in as a&amp;nbsp;member.&amp;nbsp; This is our age of accountability.&amp;nbsp; The morning of my baptism, my mother and grandmother were getting things ready for the big to-do afterwards and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;came in and announced I didn't think I wanted to be baptized.&amp;nbsp; They both turned around and looked at me like I had just robbed a bank.&amp;nbsp; I was sent to my room to pray until I was ready to be baptized.&amp;nbsp; The only reason I made the announcement was I wanted to see what they would say!&amp;nbsp; I had every intention of being baptized.&amp;nbsp; So I went to me room and read some books, played with my dolls and messed around.&amp;nbsp; Just before we were to leave, I&amp;nbsp;was still in my pajamas and my dad came in.&amp;nbsp; He asked if I&amp;nbsp;was ready.&amp;nbsp; I remember thinking, "Daddy, do I look ready?!"&amp;nbsp; but being the respectful child that I was I said, "No".&amp;nbsp; He said I had better hurry and get dressed so we could go - so I did.&amp;nbsp; He never mentioned what I had said downstairs or that I obviously had not been praying.&amp;nbsp; I was baptized and confirmed and came home to have lots of friends coming over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think this all came up because there is a little girl in our&amp;nbsp;ward&amp;nbsp;that is getting baptized and she keeps asking does she have too.&amp;nbsp; Her mother was just horrified when her daughter first asked the missionaries that question and came and asked me what to do.&amp;nbsp; I told her what I had done.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was their last day in the ward.&amp;nbsp; She said her daughter usually tells people she is getting baptized but on occasion she asks her parents does she have too.&amp;nbsp; This little sweetheart isn't doing it to get a rise out her parents, I think she might be afraid.&amp;nbsp; But me being a pill as a child - made this mother feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8154664227292859012?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8154664227292859012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8154664227292859012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8154664227292859012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8154664227292859012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2863860915313434010</id><published>2011-08-17T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:53:35.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I went to get my hair cut - like I do about every 4 or 5 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I walked in and Mariana, my hairdresser said, "You are hard to get hold of."&amp;nbsp; I said I saw that she had called but my husband didn't click over because he was on a long distance phone call.&amp;nbsp; Mariana laughed and told me I had won!&amp;nbsp; I stared at her for a minute and said, "Won what?"&amp;nbsp; It turns about that before we went on our trip to Utah, I had allowed my name to be put in a drawing for 9 free hair cuts or a free hair cut every 6 weeks for a year.&amp;nbsp; So for the next year I will be getting my hair cut for free!&amp;nbsp; It only adds a week to my wait between hair cuts so I should be fine.&amp;nbsp; Mariana and I were thinking I should lengthen out my time between visits anyway because my hair isn't growing as fast as it was.&amp;nbsp; Now I am rambling.&amp;nbsp; So life is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2863860915313434010?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2863860915313434010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2863860915313434010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2863860915313434010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2863860915313434010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-won.html' title='I Won!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-356824415226233884</id><published>2011-08-16T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:18:36.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I haven't blogged in forever and now I am frantically trying to get ready to teach seminary.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would be starting the last week of August but one of my High Schools doesn't start school until after Labor Day.&amp;nbsp; So we are not starting Sept 12.&amp;nbsp; I will have to hustle to get the material in if we have snow days this year.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand they only have the week&amp;nbsp;of the 24th of December off for Christmas Break this year - they start back to school the Monday after New Years!&amp;nbsp; It is insane but then they get Winter Break in February and at Easter they get Spring Break.&amp;nbsp; Why one week breaks are better than a big 2 week break at one time is beyond me.&amp;nbsp; We are still planning on going to Texas so I will just find a substitute.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes family comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The last couple of weeks have been&amp;nbsp;so busy and yet I feel like I have nothing to show for it.&amp;nbsp; I feel like a hamster on a squirrel wheel - running all the time and getting nowhere.&amp;nbsp; It is really a frustrating feeling.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday morning for the first time, I finally felt like I had time for me and because of that I was able to concentrate on my prayers and scripture reading.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is what needed to happen.&amp;nbsp; I have been doing that but not as well as should have.&amp;nbsp; I feel calmer today than I have for some time and that is probably why.&amp;nbsp; It is interesting how something as simple as the scriptures and prayer can put peace and calm back in your life.&amp;nbsp; As I look back, I am not even sure why I was feeling so frantic.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&amp;nbsp; I know the Lord loves us and His hand is in our life.&amp;nbsp; I wish there&amp;nbsp;were times He would let me dictate my life instead of Him.&amp;nbsp; However every time I think I know better&amp;nbsp;- there has been a reason that the Lord has intervened.&amp;nbsp; So I really am grateful that the Lord's hand is so strongly in my life and the life of my husbands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-356824415226233884?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/356824415226233884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=356824415226233884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/356824415226233884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/356824415226233884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Too Long'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4961899953266013501</id><published>2011-08-06T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T05:10:57.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More From the 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For some reason I have to be typing into my blog before it lets me post pictures. &amp;nbsp;Let's see what we have today?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B65-URU5qTI/Tj0unsgKSyI/AAAAAAAABZo/OpbR_F5QgNY/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B65-URU5qTI/Tj0unsgKSyI/AAAAAAAABZo/OpbR_F5QgNY/s400/038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This my dad and Doreen with my sister, Marianne and her husband Frank and Clyde an me. &amp;nbsp;We all look tired except Marianne and it had been at her house! &amp;nbsp;We had such a good time. &amp;nbsp;I think this the closest we have come to a family picture since we got family we had a family picture at my wedding. &amp;nbsp;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4961899953266013501?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4961899953266013501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4961899953266013501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4961899953266013501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4961899953266013501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-from-4th-of-july.html' title='More From the 4th of July'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B65-URU5qTI/Tj0unsgKSyI/AAAAAAAABZo/OpbR_F5QgNY/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1155553084841075602</id><published>2011-08-05T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T05:10:59.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Happier Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a happier note - I don't have to get new glasses. &amp;nbsp;My eyesight has not changed in 2 years. &amp;nbsp;However I might have to get my eyelids lifted because they have gotten so droopy that they are hindering my night-time driving and my tear production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tkQ4YkfNXiU/TjvbzyT7qdI/AAAAAAAABZc/fWduf8Twtjo/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tkQ4YkfNXiU/TjvbzyT7qdI/AAAAAAAABZc/fWduf8Twtjo/s400/031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2G2FMwHag-k/Tjvb7ZxGhmI/AAAAAAAABZg/5zgg-2t5nZY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2G2FMwHag-k/Tjvb7ZxGhmI/AAAAAAAABZg/5zgg-2t5nZY/s400/032.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8fYwWiU8X0/TjvcHqlATVI/AAAAAAAABZk/r8JUEHXxgoQ/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8fYwWiU8X0/TjvcHqlATVI/AAAAAAAABZk/r8JUEHXxgoQ/s400/037.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures with the 'grandparents' on the 4th of the July. &amp;nbsp;Like I said - we didn't help much but you can tell how much fun we were having. &amp;nbsp;It was such a fun day. &amp;nbsp;My favorite is Dutch taking pictures with his 'camera' in the background of the first two pictures. &amp;nbsp;My dream - to one day get a picture of all of my grandchildren together one day. &amp;nbsp;A family picture with every one in it is also a dream but I am not holding my breath. &amp;nbsp;The last time that happened was at Heather's wedding. &amp;nbsp;There weren't very many of us then. &amp;nbsp;It almost happened in Vegas but Heather was pregnant with Evie and Brandon was gone - so it wouldn't take long to be outdated though it is one of my favorite pictures. &amp;nbsp;Personalities are still much the same in the grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1155553084841075602?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1155553084841075602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1155553084841075602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1155553084841075602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1155553084841075602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-happier-note.html' title='On a Happier Note'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tkQ4YkfNXiU/TjvbzyT7qdI/AAAAAAAABZc/fWduf8Twtjo/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-2159719299961241795</id><published>2011-08-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T05:25:37.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday, I had my day all planned.&amp;nbsp; I was going to go and watch a telebroadcast from Salt Lake for Seminary and Institute Teachers at noon and then get the apt. in shape.&amp;nbsp; I had a rough night because of a cough and sore throat (from a Rx I take that I can't wait to change at the end of Aug.) so my morning had been a bit slow.&amp;nbsp; Out of nowhere I got a call from Clyde's boss that she was picking me up to take me to Emergency Room because Clyde had been having some chest pain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Because Clyde&amp;nbsp;office is by the Naval Clinic, they&amp;nbsp;had called a Code Blue and were taking him in an Ambulance.&amp;nbsp; Bev came and picked me up and Will, Clyde's associate at work, brought the car to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; After 4+ hours in the Emergency Room, it was decided that there had been no heart attack but they are still concerned.&amp;nbsp; This is the second time in 2 weeks he has had an episode like this.&amp;nbsp; Friday Clyde goes to a cardiologist for a stress test and maybe then we can start to get some answers.&amp;nbsp; I will not even start to speculate.&amp;nbsp; I haven't spoken with my father yet, so I haven't been able to get his take on this.&amp;nbsp; I will hopefully be speaking to him today.&amp;nbsp; Clyde went to work this morning as usual.&amp;nbsp; He is a little embarrassed because of the fuss made over him yesterday but other than that he is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As for my telebroadcast - I was able to go early last evening and listen to Elder Bednar.&amp;nbsp; It was incredible and I am so glad that I pushed and went, even though I was so tired from sitting and waiting all day.&amp;nbsp; Of course I learned so much from the talks given and I am even more excited about teaching seminary now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-2159719299961241795?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2159719299961241795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=2159719299961241795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2159719299961241795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/2159719299961241795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/08/interesting-day.html' title='An Interesting Day'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6878736413293878741</id><published>2011-07-28T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:31:23.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brugger Posterity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CReLMUrCKEY/TjGZyMHwpsI/AAAAAAAABZI/zOCWj21wX5Q/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CReLMUrCKEY/TjGZyMHwpsI/AAAAAAAABZI/zOCWj21wX5Q/s400/026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here are some of my father's great-grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;We decided getting them to sit for this picture was like herding chickens. &amp;nbsp;From left to Right we have Athena, Joseph and Annabelle and Mallory in the front row. &amp;nbsp;Athena, Joseph and Annabelle are all my brothers grandchildren (boy is that weird!). &amp;nbsp;The next row back is Anneke holding Dane, Dutch sitting behind Luke, Marcus is holding Thomas. &amp;nbsp;Thomas is my sisters grandson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNnwKLW6Osk/TjGZ3SYLmwI/AAAAAAAABZM/baVadjIF4aM/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNnwKLW6Osk/TjGZ3SYLmwI/AAAAAAAABZM/baVadjIF4aM/s400/027.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This one is more in focus. &amp;nbsp;These pictures were taken in my sister, Marianne Dittmar's backyard on July 4, 2011 (that was the 4th of the July of this year!) We had a great time with our mini-Brugger family reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFjdD7RpjIY/TjGZ99w3x-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/vFzYu697gbg/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFjdD7RpjIY/TjGZ99w3x-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/vFzYu697gbg/s400/030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is when it became kind of a joke and then the grandparents stepped in - it didn't help. &amp;nbsp;More on that tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;This is 10 of my father's 15 great-grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;Not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6878736413293878741?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6878736413293878741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6878736413293878741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6878736413293878741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6878736413293878741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/brugger-posterity.html' title='Brugger Posterity'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CReLMUrCKEY/TjGZyMHwpsI/AAAAAAAABZI/zOCWj21wX5Q/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-8537425882956614571</id><published>2011-07-27T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:26:20.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallory at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDri85-ChhU/TjAc_eCJz1I/AAAAAAAABY8/Qa8SOO9evz4/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDri85-ChhU/TjAc_eCJz1I/AAAAAAAABY8/Qa8SOO9evz4/s400/045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is picture of Mallory in the marvelous double stroller we rented at the zoo. &amp;nbsp;I have discovered that when my camera hits the yellow zone it is hit and miss whether it focuses or not. &amp;nbsp;Since I forgot my recharger this is what I had to contend with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_gZ3stLNwY/TjAdGJ_gGMI/AAAAAAAABZA/7Rg6TnYMaWM/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_gZ3stLNwY/TjAdGJ_gGMI/AAAAAAAABZA/7Rg6TnYMaWM/s400/050.JPG" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;While her older brothers and sister were riding the train, Mallory was pole dancing on the picnic table. &amp;nbsp;She was so happy to be standing and moving around, plus she thought she was really something on that table. &amp;nbsp;It was her stage! &amp;nbsp;Sara Dittmar Walker was so sweet and so good with the children. &amp;nbsp;It was a great day at the zoo. &amp;nbsp;The next picture shows Mallory's quirky smile and that halo around her head is her hair. &amp;nbsp;It does not lay down - that is how it always is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBze1gWS4J4/TjAdMB0LPjI/AAAAAAAABZE/xxRT3LiV21g/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBze1gWS4J4/TjAdMB0LPjI/AAAAAAAABZE/xxRT3LiV21g/s400/051.JPG" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love this smile of Mallory's. &amp;nbsp;She has several smiles but the one that cracks me up the most it this one. &amp;nbsp;I have never seen a baby with such an expressive face. &amp;nbsp;Pam had/has an expressive face but she had to practice in the mirror. &amp;nbsp;With Mallory it comes naturally. &amp;nbsp;I hope she keeps it. &amp;nbsp;It is part of the fun of being with her. &amp;nbsp;She seems to know which face she needs to get her way. &amp;nbsp;I read a comic strip and the older kids were being scolded because they hadn't done their &amp;nbsp;chores and then the parents looked at the baby and said, "But don't you worry because you will get away with anything because you are the baby." &amp;nbsp;I think that will be the case with Mallory - though Heidi and Andy will try very hard to be fair - she just has a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-8537425882956614571?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8537425882956614571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=8537425882956614571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8537425882956614571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/8537425882956614571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/mallory-at-zoo.html' title='Mallory at the Zoo'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDri85-ChhU/TjAc_eCJz1I/AAAAAAAABY8/Qa8SOO9evz4/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5014853232510852548</id><published>2011-07-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:02:27.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Anneke! (A Day Late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hswb_-K2hYM/Ti2E2ZrLXJI/AAAAAAAABY0/LV2xOSVAVn8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hswb_-K2hYM/Ti2E2ZrLXJI/AAAAAAAABY0/LV2xOSVAVn8/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_iznCycB7I/Ti2E6fLGU0I/AAAAAAAABY4/B8D3UKb8lDo/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_iznCycB7I/Ti2E6fLGU0I/AAAAAAAABY4/B8D3UKb8lDo/s400/048.JPG" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For some reason I am having a problem with loading pictures still. Here are two of Anneke from our Utah trip. &amp;nbsp; I couldn't load pictures on Saturday and my post didn't load until yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Our internet was out all day yesterday so we couldn't make phone calls or get on the internet. &amp;nbsp;I know I didn't blog yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I am sorry we didn't call you yesterday, Anneke, but that is why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anneke is 7 now. &amp;nbsp;Wow! &amp;nbsp;Our grandchildren are growing up too quickly. &amp;nbsp;We had a very good time with all of the Bahlmann children while we were in Utah. &amp;nbsp;Heidi, brought the children up for Dane Davis' baby blessing and stayed for almost a week. &amp;nbsp;We were busy every day and had a wonderful time with 6 of our eleven grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;I cannot express how grateful I am for the blessings I receive because I am a grandmother. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5014853232510852548?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5014853232510852548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5014853232510852548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5014853232510852548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5014853232510852548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-anneke-day-late.html' title='Happy Birthday Anneke! (A Day Late)'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hswb_-K2hYM/Ti2E2ZrLXJI/AAAAAAAABY0/LV2xOSVAVn8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-9022254291760595579</id><published>2011-07-24T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:28:07.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Our Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am sorry I am not posting pictures, but for some reason every time I try - it tells me the server is down. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't going to post again but decided I had to tell about the gift I bought myself that I love. &amp;nbsp;In May when I was at Pam's I went to the Bosch store to replace my very worn out beaters. &amp;nbsp;While in the store the woman told me about their new avocado masher. &amp;nbsp;I started to buy one then but didn't. &amp;nbsp;This trip I did. &amp;nbsp;I know a fork works well for making guacamole but this is the perfect tool! &amp;nbsp;It takes 3 seconds and you have perfectly mashed avocado. &amp;nbsp;They are not baby food &amp;nbsp;- there is still some texture - it is just right. &amp;nbsp;So I am delighted with my purchase to say the least. &amp;nbsp;Let's face it - I am a food gadget junkie and I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-9022254291760595579?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9022254291760595579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=9022254291760595579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9022254291760595579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/9022254291760595579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-on-our-trip.html' title='More on Our Trip'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-1300286697509420910</id><published>2011-07-20T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:53:39.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of Our Beautiful Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx28cFZafEQ/Tia_77bfK-I/AAAAAAAABYs/LTBlhbqCRKE/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx28cFZafEQ/Tia_77bfK-I/AAAAAAAABYs/LTBlhbqCRKE/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I caught both girls off guard with this one - actually with both pictures - but I wanted to get candid shots so people could see how wonderful and beautiful they really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeR7BhAYZ5o/TibABMWVr1I/AAAAAAAABYw/Tx61PJwaRcs/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeR7BhAYZ5o/TibABMWVr1I/AAAAAAAABYw/Tx61PJwaRcs/s400/013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;These are the only pictures I took of Heidi and Pam. &amp;nbsp;They are not the best but they make me happy. &amp;nbsp;You see them at their most joyful - watching their children. &amp;nbsp;We are so proud of all of our daughters for the wonderful wives and mothers they are. &amp;nbsp;I marvel where they learned these wonderful skills because it certainly wasn't from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-1300286697509420910?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1300286697509420910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=1300286697509420910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1300286697509420910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/1300286697509420910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-of-our-beautiful-daughters.html' title='Two of Our Beautiful Daughters'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx28cFZafEQ/Tia_77bfK-I/AAAAAAAABYs/LTBlhbqCRKE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-7794420559933841965</id><published>2011-07-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:19:51.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing Our First Day in Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaL4dZn6bu0/TiWsVfUD-8I/AAAAAAAABYg/oyfgR4qJ17E/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaL4dZn6bu0/TiWsVfUD-8I/AAAAAAAABYg/oyfgR4qJ17E/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have said a lot of how cottony Mallory's hair is. &amp;nbsp;This is good shot of her hair. &amp;nbsp;I loved rubbing it whenever I held her. &amp;nbsp;There was no getting it to lay down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xi6TvaOmYAo/TiWsbmatP7I/AAAAAAAABYk/wG_hUofLa5c/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xi6TvaOmYAo/TiWsbmatP7I/AAAAAAAABYk/wG_hUofLa5c/s400/005.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here she is helping Grandpa open presents. &amp;nbsp;Pretty soon she was in his lap helping. &amp;nbsp;They quickly bonded and were friends the rest of the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KnEsbOVvbQ/TiWse8YdFOI/AAAAAAAABYo/wdoIYGCiAiY/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KnEsbOVvbQ/TiWse8YdFOI/AAAAAAAABYo/wdoIYGCiAiY/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is Pam and Dutch reading one of the books Dutch got for his birthday. &amp;nbsp;When the Bahlmann's arrived, Dutch called everyone to attention and the started making announcements. &amp;nbsp;The problem was no one could understand what he was saying because he kept getting louder or softer every time we asked for clarification but it was funny. &amp;nbsp;I think he was laying down the house rules. &amp;nbsp;We loved our trip. &amp;nbsp;Everyday Clyde, Dutch and Chris would set up an elaborate track for Thomas the Tank Engine that would take up the living floor. &amp;nbsp;I wish I had brought my battery charger for my camera so I could have taken pictures of it. &amp;nbsp;Some of the twists and turns were quite amazing - Dutch would start first and it always astonished me how it was always different. &amp;nbsp;He just might grow up to be some kind of an engineer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-7794420559933841965?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7794420559933841965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=7794420559933841965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7794420559933841965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/7794420559933841965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/continuing-our-first-day-in-utah.html' title='Continuing Our First Day in Utah'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaL4dZn6bu0/TiWsVfUD-8I/AAAAAAAABYg/oyfgR4qJ17E/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5878411752535422412</id><published>2011-07-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:36:42.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Full Day of Our Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAg2zFRwy3w/TiRPCHIPExI/AAAAAAAABYA/ZKcwkTj6orw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAg2zFRwy3w/TiRPCHIPExI/AAAAAAAABYA/ZKcwkTj6orw/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFvDRKHK3Cs/TiRPL2EiwII/AAAAAAAABYE/zq4S1mjto30/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFvDRKHK3Cs/TiRPL2EiwII/AAAAAAAABYE/zq4S1mjto30/s400/005.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUAGBidrwdg/TiRPXbWQrTI/AAAAAAAABYI/CSlNozFtuGI/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUAGBidrwdg/TiRPXbWQrTI/AAAAAAAABYI/CSlNozFtuGI/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We arrived in Utah very late Friday, July 1. &amp;nbsp;On Saturday morning, Heidi and her children came to the Davis household to spend the day. &amp;nbsp;They brought their Grandpa Bailey his Father's Day and Birthday presents. &amp;nbsp;Above they are helping him him unwrap them. &amp;nbsp;Later that day, Anneke, Heidi, Pam and I went and had pedicures. &amp;nbsp;I wish we had taken pictures of our toes. Mine are green sparkles and apparently very appealing to the under 3 crowd. &amp;nbsp;Mallory tried to eat my toes, Dutch was always playing with them and yesterday at church, 2 - two-year-olds kept coming and finding me to touch my toes. &amp;nbsp;There is something magical about Green and Gold sparkly toes (think the City of Oz).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;From first day to the last day - it was a great trip. &amp;nbsp;My pictures of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Grandparents and grandchildren' did not turn out as I hoped. &amp;nbsp;But then I decided they turned out very natural. &amp;nbsp;I will post them in the next few days. &amp;nbsp;It shows how much fun we were having on the 4th of July. &amp;nbsp;Maybe we will get better pictures next summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I should also wish my sweetheart a happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; But I won't mention he turns 60 today because he doesn't look that old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5878411752535422412?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5878411752535422412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5878411752535422412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5878411752535422412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5878411752535422412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-full-day-of-our-vacation.html' title='The First Full Day of Our Vacation'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAg2zFRwy3w/TiRPCHIPExI/AAAAAAAABYA/ZKcwkTj6orw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5345488341794831381</id><published>2011-07-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:27:24.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to the End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't believe that our 2 weeks are up.&amp;nbsp; It has been such a great trip.&amp;nbsp; Clyde and Dutch have become great friends.&amp;nbsp; They have played Thomas the Tank engine all day long.&amp;nbsp; It is so much fun to watch them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just finished blogging recipes that I thought I had lost but Pam had tucked away in her cupboard.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Pam for keeping the family heritage cookbook intact.&amp;nbsp; I will post pictures when I get home.&amp;nbsp; My camera is dead and I forgot bring my recharger so no pictures since our 3rd day here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5345488341794831381?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5345488341794831381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5345488341794831381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5345488341794831381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5345488341794831381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming to the End'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3814989605271785191</id><published>2011-07-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:19:23.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today was wonderful day.&amp;nbsp; We spent the day at the Dittmar's last night and then this morning went to Popi and Doreen's.&amp;nbsp; We arrived in time for lunch.&amp;nbsp; This afternoon we attended a session in the Manti Temple with them.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; We are now back at the Davis' and are getting ready to go home.&amp;nbsp; Our trip is coming to an end.&amp;nbsp; It has been wonderful.&amp;nbsp; In the words of our granddaughter Anneke, "Every minute has been the best of the whole trip!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3814989605271785191?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3814989605271785191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3814989605271785191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3814989605271785191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3814989605271785191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-5898687913039227752</id><published>2011-06-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T03:28:28.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nathanael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I cannot believe that Nathanael Pfiester is now 9 years old.&amp;nbsp; He is and Dane are the only ones that I have made it just in time for.&amp;nbsp; Nathanael obviously wanted to spend as much time with me as possible because he was born during my plane flight to be with Carianne after the birth.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Norma had to pick me up at the airport and I had to stay with her the first night in Texas because of thunderstorms.&amp;nbsp; It was an interesting evening.&amp;nbsp; It also flooded over the 4th of July weekend just after he was born.&amp;nbsp; Pam, Pam's friend Erica and I were alone at the Pfiesters while they were at a family reunion.&amp;nbsp; The creek rose up almost to Carl's parents back porch.&amp;nbsp; It was a wild weekend.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately we were on high ground and planning on going nowhere anyway.&amp;nbsp; We had a ball just watching the storms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nathanael has been a sweetheart since his birth.&amp;nbsp; He is my second grandson.&amp;nbsp; Like so many of my grandchildren he looks like both sides of his family.&amp;nbsp; When he is with Clyde and me though, people can tell he is ours.&amp;nbsp; That is always fun.&amp;nbsp; Clyde is proud because Nathanael is lefthanded.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to moving back to Texas in 2 years for two reasons.&amp;nbsp; I will be warm and I will be closer to at least some of my grandchildren - my Pfiester grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-5898687913039227752?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5898687913039227752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=5898687913039227752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5898687913039227752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/5898687913039227752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-nathanael.html' title='Happy Birthday Nathanael!'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6527247478962075849</id><published>2011-06-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:38:33.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spinner in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It has been a while since I have done a book review but I have been haunted by this book.&amp;nbsp; I can't quit thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; The problem is, unless you want to download it on your computer or have a Kindle or Kindle app you probably won't find it.&amp;nbsp; It was written in the very beginning of the 20th century - about 1905.&amp;nbsp; The author is Myrtle Reed and&amp;nbsp;she was&amp;nbsp;one of my Grandma Tuttle's favorites, which is why I started reading it in the first place.&amp;nbsp; The story is of a woman that appears in a town, heavily veiled after 25 years.&amp;nbsp; She had been badly burned there in the home of her fiance.&amp;nbsp; He had been saved from any harm because of her quick thinking.&amp;nbsp; When he arrived at the hospital, he was told that the burns were so bad, her facial features were unrecognizable but they thought she might be able to see shadows.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the book is about how the lives of people are touched by this woman.&amp;nbsp; There was one profound thought by a man that did acts of service, especially for women (in honor of his mother).&amp;nbsp; He was working very hard putting a garden in.&amp;nbsp; Evelina asked him why.&amp;nbsp; He said it brought him great joy.&amp;nbsp; She said it was her garden, though.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Any act of service is all the more joyful by the actual work rendered.&amp;nbsp; It is the work that makes service sweet."&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend this book.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know were you will find it except from the Guettenberg Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6527247478962075849?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6527247478962075849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6527247478962075849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6527247478962075849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6527247478962075849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/06/spinner-in-sun.html' title='A Spinner in the Sun'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-6012240977657740228</id><published>2011-06-08T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T04:58:53.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime with our Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ytRxqzMytQ/Te9b7FWQYJI/AAAAAAAABXw/nEHbCzswWhg/s1600/273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ytRxqzMytQ/Te9b7FWQYJI/AAAAAAAABXw/nEHbCzswWhg/s400/273.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pam coming down a slide at Sea World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj8nBJ1uu4o/Te9e7OVUjzI/AAAAAAAABX0/yrJE8JrpzYE/s1600/1260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj8nBJ1uu4o/Te9e7OVUjzI/AAAAAAAABX0/yrJE8JrpzYE/s400/1260.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am not sure where this picture was taken but I think it was taken at the San Antonio Zoo or Sea World. &amp;nbsp;I am sure one of the girls will correct me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We spent all of our girls early childhood summers in the deep south. &amp;nbsp;They grew up in Texas and North Carolina. &amp;nbsp;They spent their summers in Texas because my father would come and get me in Durham, North Carolina in June, we would drive to San Antonio in the station wagon and then Clyde would fly in about August. &amp;nbsp;We did that the two full summers we lived in North Carolina. &amp;nbsp;Every other summer we lived in Texas. &amp;nbsp;When Fiesta Texas and then Sea World were built in San Antonio, we bought summer passes for each - one year Sea World, the next year Fiesta Texas. &amp;nbsp;Then we realized we enjoyed Sea World maybe once a year but Fiesta Texas we loved going to over and over so we settled on getting a family pass there every year. &amp;nbsp;This worked out really well when I went back to UTSA to get my degree. &amp;nbsp;I would go year round, even during the summer. &amp;nbsp;When I didn't take the girls' to my sister's, I would dump the kids off at Fiesta Texas and then go to class. &amp;nbsp;I would get oug of class and spend some times with the kids at Fiesta Texas and then head home. &amp;nbsp;We didn't do that all of the time but the girls still talk about their summers at Fiesta Texas. &amp;nbsp;(Fiesta Texas is now Fiesta Texas Six Flags). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We always had a family pass for the zoo, also. &amp;nbsp;Our daughters still have wonderful memories of the zoo and take their children to the zoo. &amp;nbsp;This is a rambling post but I was just thinking about the fun summers with my daughters' as they grew up. &amp;nbsp;I miss them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-6012240977657740228?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6012240977657740228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=6012240977657740228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6012240977657740228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/6012240977657740228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/06/summertime-with-our-girls.html' title='Summertime with our Girls'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ytRxqzMytQ/Te9b7FWQYJI/AAAAAAAABXw/nEHbCzswWhg/s72-c/273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-3635979340422014360</id><published>2011-06-05T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T04:22:52.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This was an incredible weekend.&amp;nbsp; Friday we went early to the temple and stopped off at IKEA to get some shower gifts.&amp;nbsp; I love shopping in IKEA because it reminds me so much of Germany.&amp;nbsp; It is like shopping in the Kaufhof - the German department store - except that store was set up like a real store not a warehouse.&amp;nbsp; I found a super soft blanket, a cute rattle and then I bought our staples of sparkling black current juice and their thin gingersnaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clyde and I spent the night in Boston, so we checked into the hotel before we went to the temple.&amp;nbsp; I am glad we found it in the daylight.&amp;nbsp; It was a wonderful room and just what we needed.&amp;nbsp; Then we went and reported on our shift.&amp;nbsp; It was busy evening.&amp;nbsp; One sister couldn't find her brother.&amp;nbsp; They were visiting from our of town and she would not believe that her brother would go on a session without her after she expressly told him to do&amp;nbsp;initiatory.&amp;nbsp; He is suffering from the early stages of Dementia and she was quite concerned.&amp;nbsp; She was looking all over for him, but was repeatedly told that he had gone on a session.&amp;nbsp; She was positive that he would not do that.&amp;nbsp; It turned out he had.&amp;nbsp; I spoke with her Saturday morning and then with him.&amp;nbsp; They said they couldn't believe how kind our temple was and how we went out of our way, first of all to get that brother on the session (our Ordinance Workers helped him rent clothes and get him ready for the session) and then keep his sister calm as she waited for him to come off the session - which ran long because of 2 own endowments.&amp;nbsp; That was kind of our feel good moment - to know that we do go above and beyond the call and do what the Lord wants us to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The reason we spent the night in the hotel was because we had to be back at the temple at 8.&amp;nbsp; To get home at midnight and turn around and have to leave the house at 5:30 a.m. just seemed overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; This way we had a good nights sleep and were at the temple ready to serve.&amp;nbsp; It ended up just being a wonderful experience in the temple as we watched our wonderful young people doing the baptisms.&amp;nbsp; I love our young people.&amp;nbsp; They are remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I stopped at Target on the way home to flesh out my baby shower gift and to buy a reusable Target bag.&amp;nbsp; I use their bags instead of gift bags because they are nice looking and they become a secondary gift that is so much cheaper than buying a gift bag that will only be used once.&amp;nbsp; Clyde wondered what I was doing until I went down the gift wrap aisle to get tissue paper.&amp;nbsp; He saw the price of the gift bags - especially the big ones we would have needed.&amp;nbsp; He was grateful I was being thrifty.&amp;nbsp; Jackie was tickled because she loves getting the nickle back when she shops at our local grocery store when you bring your own bag.&amp;nbsp; It adds up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then right after the shower, Clyde helped clean the Church and it was time to go see one of our local high school's productions of &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Beauty and the Beast".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; One of my seminary students played the Grandfather and did a wonderful job.&amp;nbsp; I was very proud of him.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking last night as I was watching Devon, I moved here just before his baptism and he turns 16 the end of June.&amp;nbsp; I have been watching him grow up to become a remarkable young man.&amp;nbsp; I have been very blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-3635979340422014360?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3635979340422014360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=3635979340422014360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3635979340422014360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/3635979340422014360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/06/wonderful-weekend.html' title='A Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372493608109114860.post-4863616702967542023</id><published>2011-05-30T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T04:26:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is the time of year that our ward starts to deflate.&amp;nbsp; All of the students that have been attending the various schools on the Navy Base, are finishing up and leaving in the next few weeks.&amp;nbsp; It is a very bittersweet time.&amp;nbsp; We watch the young naval officers leave ready to go out into the world to make it a safer place.&amp;nbsp; On occasion we get to know their families.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to see them go.&amp;nbsp; I get so attached to so many of them that it is like losing family.&amp;nbsp; The only thing is that since the Newport Naval Base houses so many of the schools, on occasion we see some of them again and that is pure joy.&amp;nbsp; This is also the time of the military transfers so our families that are up for new duty stations are leaving.&amp;nbsp; That is hard too.&amp;nbsp; So for the next few months - except for the influx of military students that are&amp;nbsp; here for short courses - our ward will have the numbers of a branch.&amp;nbsp; It happens every year.&amp;nbsp; We will miss the families and students that leave.&amp;nbsp; Those that come and immerse themselves deeply in the ward (and most do) will be remembered with fondness and will always be a part of the Newport Ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372493608109114860-4863616702967542023?l=grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4863616702967542023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372493608109114860&amp;postID=4863616702967542023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4863616702967542023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372493608109114860/posts/default/4863616702967542023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmabaileysreflections.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s Hard to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Grandma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757040369558421669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdjvAfm2J5Q/S2ghPNdjiKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BfjFal3AlWk/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
