<?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-1425238309467243730</id><updated>2011-11-12T08:42:01.900-07:00</updated><category term='Sam'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='Luke'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Deployment'/><category term='Army Life'/><title type='text'>The Reay Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Ryan, Andrea, Sam, Ben, Luke</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5357053274643430708</id><published>2011-07-01T07:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:23:52.544-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYgTlDC2TDM/Tg3HI1HRAuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J51MPVpj0Lc/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624370464166052578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYgTlDC2TDM/Tg3HI1HRAuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J51MPVpj0Lc/s200/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;June was an eventful month. Ryan’s birthday and Father’s Day was just awesome. I love themed birthday parties. Last year we had a Luau for Ryan. It was the most awesome birthday ever! This year I was a little frustrated because I wanted to top what I did last year and there was no way I could.&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Luke and I headed to the party place. While driving there Sam called me and we brain stormed a few ideas. Sam suggested a cowboy themed birthday. While looking for some stuff Ben found some fake mustaches. Ben just had to have it. Ok, what about a mustache/cowboy birthday?&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan got home we had the house all decorated. The boys had gone and changed into their cowboy clothe. As for me, I just had to add the mustache. Last year I had dressed as a Hawaiian girl with grass skirt and coconut top.&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan walked through the door he laughed. He even had the guts to tell me that I forgot to shave this morning! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was all fun and because Ryan was sick the party didn’t last all that long.&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I love Themed birthday parties? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5357053274643430708?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5357053274643430708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5357053274643430708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5357053274643430708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5357053274643430708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYgTlDC2TDM/Tg3HI1HRAuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J51MPVpj0Lc/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-7285257760438833020</id><published>2011-06-29T10:27:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:23:11.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Black Bean Blownie Recipe (Gluten Free)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 (15 1/2 Ounces) Can black beans (rinsed and drained)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tablespoons oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 tablespoons cocoa powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pinch salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon of baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon of baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG7SqXRN88E/TgtYF1QiJQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jPgTNdpQvRA/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623685416921212162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG7SqXRN88E/TgtYF1QiJQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jPgTNdpQvRA/s200/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix ingredients together in a blender/food processor until pureed ( I mix pure the beans first!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour into a greased 8X8 cake pan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in some chocolate chips and nuts, or leave plain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake at 350F for about 40 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCZC-s0JG5I/TgtYl1tYqrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/b6VDYlf_sFU/s1600/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623685966798039730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCZC-s0JG5I/TgtYl1tYqrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/b6VDYlf_sFU/s200/122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let cool completely before cutting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I didnt have chocolate chips so I chopped some Hershey's bar and put it on top. There are many variations to this recipe and it is fun to try out adding and/or subtracting ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids love it and so do I.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689052710635266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEkxNeGV2zE/TgtbZdoSBwI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ThvsWWjAvE8/s200/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-7285257760438833020?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7285257760438833020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=7285257760438833020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/7285257760438833020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/7285257760438833020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/black-bean-blownie-recipe-gluten-free.html' title='Black Bean Blownie Recipe (Gluten Free)'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG7SqXRN88E/TgtYF1QiJQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jPgTNdpQvRA/s72-c/121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-62002804061208545</id><published>2010-12-10T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:08:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/TQJQWBw3jUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RCjclJMosnw/s1600/227%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549086030234619202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/TQJQWBw3jUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RCjclJMosnw/s200/227%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever ask your loved ones to make a list for Christmas? Mr. Reay and I do. The kids always make lists for Santa. Not that we don’t get our list also. In the “Santa” list, the kids always include things that “we”, can’t afford to buy. This year, Sam decided that if Santa is really real, he should be able to read his thoughts! How clever!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are not the only ones who make a list. Mr. Reay and I do as well. Mr. Reay is the kind of person that if he wants something, he just buys it himself. Every year we both take the time to write down what we would like from each other. We usually include inexpensive stuff and a couple of expensive ones. In all, we end up with about 8-10 things in our list. I usually pick about 3 to 5 things, that way he is still surprised and don’t really know what to expect on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;This year we started training Luke on making a list. It turned out to be difficult, so we gave him a catalog and told him to circle what “Luke likes”. He did so well! I can’t wait till Christmas morning. My favorite part is watching them open their gifts and the look on their faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-62002804061208545?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/62002804061208545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=62002804061208545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/62002804061208545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/62002804061208545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-ever-ask-your-loved-ones-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/TQJQWBw3jUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RCjclJMosnw/s72-c/227%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-6034651250446891069</id><published>2010-12-10T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:47:30.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am not much of a blogger! Sometimes I come here and even type something, but ended up deleting because I either think it is too personal or because it does not matter. I admire my friends who blog (not to be confused with blogger friends!). They have this ability to disclose information without disclosing information.&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal for the new year that I would like to start now. I want to blog more often and see if I can keep up with it. Girls, I will need your help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-6034651250446891069?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6034651250446891069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=6034651250446891069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6034651250446891069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6034651250446891069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/goal.html' title='Goal.'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1241538874195168398</id><published>2010-05-01T16:21:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:29:19.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443326899028514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9y1PkyfAiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/7QLWkG7Kebs/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9y0KZrMgVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uKoSy3djKH8/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466442138504692050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9y0KZrMgVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uKoSy3djKH8/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9yxcstIOAI/AAAAAAAAAes/-tTEh51CyKI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439154315835394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9yxcstIOAI/AAAAAAAAAes/-tTEh51CyKI/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9yw3kTmBdI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gqs1gy1nmnk/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466438516406093266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9yw3kTmBdI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gqs1gy1nmnk/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9ywKkz9dFI/AAAAAAAAAec/6jZvbvHTnVY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466437743447733330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9ywKkz9dFI/AAAAAAAAAec/6jZvbvHTnVY/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9yvdr8xBPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/N4bPl5SR9Ss/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466436972269602034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9yvdr8xBPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/N4bPl5SR9Ss/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another one of this and I will have a heart attach. I get so nervous when the kids have to perform, but they never disappoint. This has been Sam's and Ben's 3rd piano recital. They are always so calm and do it so well. Both boys have been taken piano lessons since the age of 5 and they do it really well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1241538874195168398?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1241538874195168398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1241538874195168398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1241538874195168398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1241538874195168398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/piano-recital.html' title='Piano Recital'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S9y1PkyfAiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/7QLWkG7Kebs/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3357976697737272982</id><published>2010-01-27T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:24:10.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S2Bn5A-u5MI/AAAAAAAAAdk/exHXkEAgyd0/s1600-h/490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431455379822142658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S2Bn5A-u5MI/AAAAAAAAAdk/exHXkEAgyd0/s200/490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Technology lets me talk to him. Technology allows me to hear his voice and possibly in the future see him too. Technology lets me pretend that he is just a few miles away (a few miles times a few thousands). Technology lets he be a part of this family. Technology lets us be a family. I love technology!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that we are living in a time where distance is no longer an issue. We can remain “connected”. I love the old fashion letter, but the tone in the letters change because we are able to talk to each other almost everyday. Seeing each other might be a possibility. Some of my friends do that! I imagine the obstacle that it would be to incorporate someone into the daily family life if communication would not be there. How would it be not to know. How would it be to wonder the “what ifs”? Very little is say about the families during past wars where communication was limited. I wonder, with admiration, what their daily life was like-to be away from their loved ones, not only for 12-15 months, but for the duration. Strong was that generation who endured so much and yet took the time to educate us on how to be better parents and/or spouses.&lt;br /&gt;As a geographical single parent I can understand the challenges of not having someone there. But with the advances in technology, I am able to continue a relationship that otherwise would not occur. Communication allows us to continue to parent together, to express love and appreciation, to discuss expectation and issues , and to gain advise and reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone. Technology has allowed me to always have him there. I sure love my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3357976697737272982?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3357976697737272982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3357976697737272982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3357976697737272982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3357976697737272982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonders-of-technology.html' title='The Wonders of Technology'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S2Bn5A-u5MI/AAAAAAAAAdk/exHXkEAgyd0/s72-c/490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-4930956913591108268</id><published>2010-01-20T22:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:10:21.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Life'/><title type='text'>Only in the Army?</title><content type='html'>Is it only in the army?…..I cannot believe that the so called “leadership” can talk to their subordinates while using profanity. Does that actually happen in the civilian word? Would someone be fired if when talking to their subordinates used profanity? I would like to think so. In my opinion, I consider a “boss” who uses such language to be ignorant. My children are taught to not use harsh language with each other or anyone else. Words such as: hate, retarded, dumb, shut up, idiot, stupid, are not allowed to be uttered at my home. Since the rule was established, I have not heard my children speak those words. I really don’t know if they say it behind my back, but if so it will come out soon or later. My oldest, I have been told, called someone a “Mitch” (not the actual bad word) once. He was disciplined for that, after a long talk. He didn’t think it was fair to be punished for saying that because, he explained, “it is not a bad word.” I knew what he meant and that was enough to get him in trouble.  Children have a very creative way of coming up with alternatives to breaking the rules. For example, the kids started to say loath instead of hate just to express their feelings because hate was not allowed. I was quite pleased with that. See, we have other ways of expressing our feeling while expanding our vocabulary. &lt;br /&gt;After being in the army for almost 21 years and dealing with profanity at work, my husband have never uttered “certain” bad words either- not at home or at work. Because of this, it is disappointing to me to hear of other doing it specially towards him.  I feel deeply hurt by it not only because leadership is to set the example, but because after doing so those leaders claim to be doing the work of God. &lt;br /&gt;Does the Golden Rule apply even in the military? Of course it does!  We are not immune to becoming upset. A well educated person would have better choice of words. When you are a leader your job is to serve those bellow you while satisfying those above you.  Is the ability to guide, direct, or influence people more achievable by using profanity? Inspiration comes from those who use self-discipline, calculated actions, self-control, integrity, and honesty- just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;Now, if we are going to use God as a guide on how we should act (or use his words when we speak) we should consider Jesus Christ as a leader. I wonder what kind of profanity He used when He found out that Peter had denied him not once, but 3 times or when Barabbas was freed in his instead.  No profanity was needed. Jesus continued his ministry without the need to use hurtful words that degrades not other but oneself. &lt;br /&gt;My dear husband keeps reminding me that the army has 7 values which are loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage.  If many of the leadership lived by these values, the way they treated other would be greatly improved. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I have unloaded my “anger” towards some of the leaders of the most regarded military in the word I shall rest my case. If you have an opinion please don’t hesitate to share. I promise that I will not utter any profanity at you or even think of it! (no sarcasm here!)&lt;br /&gt;But before you go away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Source Unknown &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;What are the actions and attributes of a leader?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes him different from others? &lt;br /&gt;1. A leader is always full of praise. &lt;br /&gt;2. A leader learns to use the phrases "thank you" and "please" on his way to the top. &lt;br /&gt;3. A leader is always growing. &lt;br /&gt;4. A leader is possessed with his dreams. &lt;br /&gt;5. A leader launches forth before success is certain. &lt;br /&gt;6. A leader is not afraid of confrontation. &lt;br /&gt;7. A leader talks about his own mistakes before talking about someone else's. &lt;br /&gt;8. A leader is a person of honesty and integrity. &lt;br /&gt;9. A leader has a good name. &lt;br /&gt;10. A leader makes others better. &lt;br /&gt;11. A leader is quick to praise and encourage the smallest amount of improvement. &lt;br /&gt;12. A leader is genuinely interested in others. &lt;br /&gt;13. A leader looks for opportunities to find someone doing something right. &lt;br /&gt;14. A leader takes others up with him. &lt;br /&gt;15. A leader responds to his own failures and acknowledges them before others have to discover and reveal them. &lt;br /&gt;16. A leader never allows murmuring—from himself or others. &lt;br /&gt;17. A leader is specific in what he expects. &lt;br /&gt;18. A leader holds accountable those who work with him. &lt;br /&gt;19. A leader does what is right rather than what is popular. &lt;br /&gt;20. A leader is a servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-4930956913591108268?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4930956913591108268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=4930956913591108268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4930956913591108268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4930956913591108268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-in-army.html' title='Only in the Army?'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3003387341743732972</id><published>2010-01-19T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:37:49.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Phone Zone" Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am an Oprah’s fan! I have friends who dislike (don’t like to use the work Ha*e!) her. I have friends who love her. I am indifferent about the way I feel about Oprah. If I am folding laundry and the kids are happy doing something else, I will watch. Yesterday’s show however was one I was glad I had a lot of laundry to fold. It was about people using their cell phones while driving.&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess that I was one of those who thought I was capable of doing multiple tasks while driving. I guess a lot of us think that way! I have , in many occasions, talked on the phone, disciplined two kids while handing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cut to another, eaten my lunch or dinner, had a conversation with myself and/or other, scheduled appointments, paid bills, made lists, listen to music or the news, etc, all while on the road! Yes, sometimes I do think I am super woman. It is real that I am not capable of doing it all. And why should I do it all? Maybe that is the reason why I am so tired in the end of the day. If we, average humans, use only 2% of our brain, then I am using my two percent to the limit by executing so many tasks while driving.&lt;br /&gt;OK, I took the pledge and I have committed myself to only driving. Yes, I will listen to music, I will talk to my kids, I will continue to talk to myself, but I will not talk on the phone or text while driving.&lt;br /&gt;I have made the pledge and now it is official. Please join me and see if you can do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3003387341743732972?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3003387341743732972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3003387341743732972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3003387341743732972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3003387341743732972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-phone-zone-campaign.html' title='&quot;No Phone Zone&quot; Campaign'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3301614806017307793</id><published>2010-01-16T21:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:14:08.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Now I know him inside and out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was putting things away today I noticed the disk containing this. Luke’s X-ray was given to me by the nurse when I left the hospital. I love looking at this. My baby is so precious inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427569346890344146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1KZkIMyptI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JyWD-1GOPZM/s200/x+ray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1KZ00dXwkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eVHWosdM6wo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427569633648951874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1KZ00dXwkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eVHWosdM6wo/s200/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3301614806017307793?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3301614806017307793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3301614806017307793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3301614806017307793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3301614806017307793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-i-know-him-inside-and-out.html' title='Now I know him inside and out!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1KZkIMyptI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JyWD-1GOPZM/s72-c/x+ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1444221030113555166</id><published>2010-01-15T22:10:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:24:03.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the play room at the hospital. He was having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427202540431190210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FL9Lp_qMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/V0--aqWpjS8/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427202135184593778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FLll_rU3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/vZwnKrPLIHI/s200/j.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427202688286848946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FMFydh97I/AAAAAAAAAdE/OLNP3ZhscfI/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427203140377359522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FMgGoTtKI/AAAAAAAAAdM/q4ts1d_ZCf8/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FLlJtlE7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/_Xe9jUXpqGI/s1600-h/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427202127592494002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FLlJtlE7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/_Xe9jUXpqGI/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FKxCuEHUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_79OFEnmu3A/s1600-h/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427201232362282306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FKxCuEHUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_79OFEnmu3A/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427201226309513282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FKwsK-MEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ihqPKEO-3y0/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FKw1MRQ9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/x6gUoXCtQXU/s1600-h/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427201228730876882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FKw1MRQ9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/x6gUoXCtQXU/s200/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1444221030113555166?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1444221030113555166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1444221030113555166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1444221030113555166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1444221030113555166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FL9Lp_qMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/V0--aqWpjS8/s72-c/January+9,+2009+Luke+in+the+hospital8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5280662336631535805</id><published>2010-01-15T22:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:25:17.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Luke at the Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199261167937842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FI-TctaTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-x5GIpCGeg4/s200/oct+2+2009.jpg" /&gt;Luke during a breathing treatment. It did not take long for him to get into everything. I was actually happy to see him run around. He gets so tired and still when he is unable to breath. He seems to conserve energy. I love seeing him getting into mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427200539943544962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FKIvQkqII/AAAAAAAAAbk/pofIetIorvY/s200/oct+2+2009+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FI_Dl6qgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/c_C5d1tlW9o/s1600-h/oct+2+2009+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199274091457026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FI_Dl6qgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/c_C5d1tlW9o/s200/oct+2+2009+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FI-wooZXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/627_cRPGASY/s1600-h/oct+2+2009+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199269002569074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FI-wooZXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/627_cRPGASY/s200/oct+2+2009+2.jpg" /&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/1425238309467243730-5280662336631535805?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5280662336631535805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5280662336631535805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5280662336631535805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5280662336631535805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/luke-at-hospital.html' title='Luke at the Hospital'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S1FI-TctaTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-x5GIpCGeg4/s72-c/oct+2+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-6196936857138760009</id><published>2010-01-14T14:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:13:55.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deployment'/><title type='text'>My dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0-JX5MwF3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/e9z19hNvsJQ/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426707119589037938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0-JX5MwF3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/e9z19hNvsJQ/s200/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there in my dreams today. He came in on a white pick up truck. I was upset because I had so many dogs and cats in my back yard when he arrived. I wanted to complain, but all he did was hug me. Thanks for being there. You said you would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-6196936857138760009?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6196936857138760009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=6196936857138760009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6196936857138760009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6196936857138760009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dreams.html' title='My dreams.'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0-JX5MwF3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/e9z19hNvsJQ/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8891543314212966018</id><published>2010-01-13T11:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:57:51.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S04V9PhOGvI/AAAAAAAAAas/3muHYZ3O7zY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426298742910098162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S04V9PhOGvI/AAAAAAAAAas/3muHYZ3O7zY/s200/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My poor baby! Taking him to the doctor today to see if we can get a referral for the Pulmonologist. After an early run to the clinic they informed me that my appointment had been changed to the afternoon (without notification!). Yes, I was upset, but the poor private could not fix it. He tried to get me in at that time, but the clinic was full. I had never seeing so many marines in one spot! Poor people! I am sure they don't want to be there either.&lt;br /&gt;Luke is getting a little worse. I think the O2 in the hospital helps him alot. At home he gets medication, but it is not juiced up with O2.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to get ready. I shall return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8891543314212966018?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8891543314212966018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8891543314212966018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8891543314212966018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8891543314212966018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-poor-baby-taking-him-to-doctor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S04V9PhOGvI/AAAAAAAAAas/3muHYZ3O7zY/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5121386328404505785</id><published>2010-01-12T14:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:40:00.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>What to do when you are bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0zl-Dx3aDI/AAAAAAAAAak/DmF7aTIb8OA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425964505403713586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0zl-Dx3aDI/AAAAAAAAAak/DmF7aTIb8OA/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425964494168112738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0zl9Z7FvmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/w3YMi9-Ssac/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0zl9wtXcUI/AAAAAAAAAac/6485ZrldnY8/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425964500284567874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0zl9wtXcUI/AAAAAAAAAac/6485ZrldnY8/s200/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the doctor told me to stay home with Luke for a few days I have been bored out of my mind. I am used to going somewhere every day, so it has been a torture for me. But I found a few good sites that gave me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a simple wreath that took me only 30 minutes to put together. Very inexpensive and easy to make. I can’t take credit for this one it came from &lt;a href="http://www.allthingsthrifty.com/2010/01/tutorial-lima-bean-wreath.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you love it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5121386328404505785?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5121386328404505785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5121386328404505785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5121386328404505785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5121386328404505785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-to-do-when-you-are-bored.html' title='What to do when you are bored!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0zl-Dx3aDI/AAAAAAAAAak/DmF7aTIb8OA/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8926658412972586939</id><published>2010-01-11T09:25:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:00:35.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Breath, Breath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0tmo4hWF4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/uREoVO8Ep4o/s1600-h/6a00d8341cbbc953ef0105371afd72970b-500wi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425543028650940290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0tmo4hWF4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/uREoVO8Ep4o/s200/6a00d8341cbbc953ef0105371afd72970b-500wi%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;OK, Luke once again was in the emergency room last Friday (twice in as many weeks). The emergency room doctor was actually a pediatrician. That actually helped.&lt;br /&gt;She was very careful in checking him and making sure that they treated him with the right medication. Since September Luke has been having problems with asthma. I actually didn’t find out it was asthma till this time. He has a similar problem to Ben. He starts with a runny nose and ends up with labored breathing. Ben I can control, most of the time. And when I can’t a trip to the ER is just that- a trip to the ER. With Luke, however, a trip to the ER includes a ride in the ambulance and hospitalization. Friday night was no different.&lt;br /&gt;After spending all night awake with Luke, being puked on after numerous coughing spells, and two unsuccessful breathing treatments Luke needed to be seeing by someone who could take the burden away from me and make him better. I had decided to wait till morning to take him in. The older kids needed to get to school, besides having them in school would be less stress for me. I was counting on returning home before school was out.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital parking lot was completely full and I had to drive around for about 40 minutes before I finally decided to go ahead and park on the farthest spot I could possibly find. Walking in the cold air did not help his little lungs, but it had to be done. As I was walking to the ER I remember thinking how I wished Ryan was here to share this moment with me. I needed someone to remind me to put on my coat. Yes, I forgot to brag it as I left the house in the hurry. It was around 36 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;The normal routine in the ER took place. Once we were called in there was no waiting. The staff is really careful with breathing and little ones. We were seeing the doctor within 5 minutes of arrival. At that point Luke was pretty bad. The doctor took a video of him to send it to another hospital to show another pediatrician and ask his opinion. The decision was made to transfer him to University Hospital as soon as he heard from the other doctor. Before the transport arrived, a breathing treatment was administered to him. It did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. Luke in the ambulance, me following behind. I wish I could go with him in the ambulance, but being that I am alone I had to have my car available in case I could not find anyone to pick up the kids from school.&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at the University Hospital, I had to park and by the time I made it back to the hospital building Luke was already taken to the ICU. The ER staff would not tell me where he was before I registered him with the hospital, but I could not register him because the ICU did not call the registration staff back to let them know what room he was in. So, I waited and I got mad. I did let everyone I came across now that too. All they would say was: “I understand.”&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally after nearly 2 hours I was back with Luke. He was asleep and apparently slept through the entire thing. Once we were established in the room he was to have a breathing treatment every hour until his breathing calmed down. Once it did, he would have a treatment every 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I called my wonderful friend and she picked the boys up from school and kept them overnight. She brought me dinner and I was able to rest between vitals being checked and breathing treatments.&lt;br /&gt;The bishop came to visit and I was comforted by his presence. He entered the room still in uniform. Luke loves a guy in uniform. I think it reminds him of his Daddo. I am so grateful to have such a caring and loving bishop. He played with Luke for a bit and made sure Luke had a couple of toys to play before he left to visit other who needed his presence as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;By morning Luke’s breathing was back to normal. The doctors wanted to keep observing him for a little longer , but if he continued to improve we would go home that day.&lt;br /&gt;The Pulmonologist came to see us and told us that El Paso is not good for Luke. See, when it gets cold here the people across the border burns all sorts of things to keep warm. Those things, sometimes, are carcinogens that could potentially harm people. Luke suffers every time.&lt;br /&gt;We were sent home that evening with some medication and a promise that I would not leave the house for a few days. The Pulmonologist wants to see him and treat him long term. I already go a follow up appointment to request a referral to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Luke is doing much better, but still has a cough. We see the doctor on Wednesday to see his progress. He will be on permanent medication till we move away.&lt;br /&gt;My hopes is that he will outgrow this difficulty the same way as Ben did. Ben hardly ever has trouble anymore. Till then, we keep trying. Thanks for all the prayers sent our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8926658412972586939?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8926658412972586939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8926658412972586939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8926658412972586939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8926658412972586939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/breath-breath.html' title='Breath, Breath!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/S0tmo4hWF4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/uREoVO8Ep4o/s72-c/6a00d8341cbbc953ef0105371afd72970b-500wi%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1262621615444240924</id><published>2009-12-29T01:21:00.034-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:31:43.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznDVjVvq6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/w2_zgyPOX7Y/s1600-h/8%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420578401548217250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznDVjVvq6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/w2_zgyPOX7Y/s200/8%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Harty and Ben Reay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznC4IrP-SI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6Fb7SWsvghw/s1600-h/7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420577896174450978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznC4IrP-SI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6Fb7SWsvghw/s200/7%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sam, Emeline, Joe, and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznC4AXTGXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0LNlsw3CJN0/s1600-h/6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420577893943286130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznC4AXTGXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0LNlsw3CJN0/s200/6%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Andrea and Bethany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576449015325666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznBj5loI-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/9mZdxt0znCk/s200/9%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznBkHGbdJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/doNG-VQCAQs/s1600-h/12%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576452642567314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznBkHGbdJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/doNG-VQCAQs/s200/12%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznBT8s1xdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xwHbUxO03Lk/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576174972978642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznBT8s1xdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xwHbUxO03Lk/s200/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm_77BYCSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EhUfhtKCQ_g/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420574662693751074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm_77BYCSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EhUfhtKCQ_g/s200/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420571377004609474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm88q4Cf8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/_v1D3y3ijdE/s200/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My Christmas Trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420571392638843586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm89lHh-sI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mM2GlaL6BBI/s200/027.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He didn't forget! When&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I went to the garage to find the presents Ryan had left for the boys, I found this. It made me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm89budwUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nkin35xRSo0/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420571390117790018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm89budwUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nkin35xRSo0/s200/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The boys didn't forget to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm89KtQVNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9rOPi-VM9dM/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420571385549313234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm89KtQVNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9rOPi-VM9dM/s200/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Luke was really excited about getting a "giant" candy cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420571379375683554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Szm88ztWN-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/sUUxQ6zga2I/s200/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The boys' Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1262621615444240924?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1262621615444240924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1262621615444240924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1262621615444240924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1262621615444240924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/festivities.html' title='Festivities'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SznDVjVvq6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/w2_zgyPOX7Y/s72-c/8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-6923731443924637182</id><published>2009-11-26T08:59:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:09:13.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sw6nLZ3wb9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pR8srrHnoLY/s1600/9243224800075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408444016883691474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sw6nLZ3wb9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pR8srrHnoLY/s200/9243224800075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I spoke to Ryan yesterday. It was already Thanksgiving there. I asked him if he was going to eat some "good" food and he said that Mike and him were going to get some pizza and head "home" to eat together. I was sad to hear that:( I wanted to send him some turkey from home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today we will have an unusual Thanksgiving. We actually had Thanksgiving at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reay&lt;/span&gt; house hold before Ryan left. We had all the fixings that goes along with it. While eating we talked about the best Thanksgiving we had. It was back in Kansas. We had decided to stay home that Thanksgiving. I cooked everything on my own while Ryan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entertained&lt;/span&gt; the kiddos. The food was so great! We all enjoyed the food on Thanksgiving day and a few days thereafter. I am Thankful for that memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The unusual thing about this Thanksgiving is that we are going to be eating Ham. Because we had turkey before Ryan left, Mom and Dad decided to have ham instead. A few years back I took a Anatomy and Physiology class at Idaho State. Since that time I have not been able to eat ham. I call it the "Cadaver" meat. The ham has a very close &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; of the cadavers I worked on. Of course, I did not tell Mom and Dad that because I don't want them to not enjoy their meal, but man am I going to avoid eating this Thanksgiving. I guess it is time to focus on what Thanksgiving is really about&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, here it goes: I wanted to write only three things I am thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I am thankful that I have a Father in Heaven who cares and loves me. He opens doors when windows close in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;I am thankful for being born of parents who cared to teach me free agency and that even though I am a girl I am not limited to anything I want to do as long as it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. I am thankful for my fabulous husband, children, and friends. Ryan-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abrigada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt; amigo. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voce&lt;/span&gt; fez &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;posivel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;conhecesse&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;evangelho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voce&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oportunidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;progredir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esperitualmente&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fisicamente&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voce&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estava&lt;/span&gt; so. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voce&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deu&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coracao&lt;/span&gt; para me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acompanhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt; cause, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;numca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt; so. (I hope Ryan will read this! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; Bethany, you can read it too. ROFL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know it is a little corny, but I just had to do it. Happy gobble gobble everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-6923731443924637182?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6923731443924637182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=6923731443924637182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6923731443924637182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6923731443924637182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-spoke-to-ryan-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sw6nLZ3wb9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pR8srrHnoLY/s72-c/9243224800075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-4962172805625085089</id><published>2009-11-22T21:02:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:11:56.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Life'/><title type='text'>Let the Count Down Beggin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoPGLDISjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5v8_DcFrcgM/s1600/192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150901331249714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoPGLDISjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5v8_DcFrcgM/s200/192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Oh! The joys of departure...It was a very cold morning. Ryan wanted the boys to have a normal day and so he took them to school as usual. After much tears, kisses, and hugs we finally dropped the boys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At around 10am he said his good byes to his parents and Luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150427366109074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoOqlZCL5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/cqI_2hocaEI/s200/003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150431954111714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoOq2e5jOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Mnn0c0za7q8/s200/005.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He drove to the unit and I took the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to take a picture while he was driving. That is how I always see him- driving us somewhere. Safely and patiently guiding us and directing us on the right path. I will miss that! I always take pleasure in being the co-pilot. The one who reads to the family while he keeps us safe from harm and takes us where we need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407152356485714402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoQa36_UeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/J0_gF7ZoODI/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As we arrived there, I could see that many were already in the process that we soon would start. Last minute checks: all is well. I didn't want to forget anything. I wanted to remember to ask many questions and to say every word. I helped him with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;duffel&lt;/span&gt;. Boy it was heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407154335169088738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoSODF3jOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/H1iXLeuhFJI/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With weapon in hand we kissed. "I love you forever". I know that Bethany said that only a vampire can love forever, but I think she is wrong! I will love you forever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407155196540523122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoTAL80knI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oEv16U7r64E/s200/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was time. We needed to depart from each other. But he forgot his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dog tags&lt;/span&gt; and orders at home. I had to go back home and retrieve it. I missed him getting on the bus. It was devastating to me not to see him loading up. I went home fast with the hopes that I would come back before the bus left. I was almost home when he called and said that the bus was leaving. I broke my heart to not be there. I went back to the unit and handed the orders and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dog tag&lt;/span&gt; to someone who would take it to the air terminal-where he was. I went home:( That night I heard from him. He was somewhere East. I missed him all night. I miss him now. Come back soon King of Battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407148307522561058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoMvMW8pCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XfhQZZlXHgI/s200/deployment.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Note: the picture above was taken when he realized that he had forgotten his orders and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dog tags&lt;/span&gt;. You can see us trying to figure out how we are going to retrieve the forgotten items and be with each other. I guess it is not possible to do it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-4962172805625085089?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4962172805625085089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=4962172805625085089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4962172805625085089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4962172805625085089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-count-down-beggin.html' title='Let the Count Down Beggin...'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SwoPGLDISjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5v8_DcFrcgM/s72-c/192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3424702123581949062</id><published>2009-09-05T09:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:12:31.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Life'/><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, he left! And today is the day after it all. After dropping him at the unit in the morning, we stayed with him till lunch time to enjoy our "last meal" together. I was planning on going somewhere just Luke, him, and I , but because of that darn weapon he could not even get in the car. I am glad I packed a lunch for all of us. We ate lunch around noon and waited some more. They loaded their duffel and we waited some more. While loading his stuff, his watch broke. He decided that it would be better for me to go and put Luke down for a nap. I left and went to the PX to buy him a new watch. I cannot imagine him without a watch with all the dead lines he has to meet. No time for a nap Luke. Right after the PX we went to pick up the other boys from school. By the time we got home Luke decided to take matters into his own hands and fell asleep in the car. I waited for a call from Mr. R. The flight was supposed to leave at 1800 hours, but as the time approached 1730, I knew that it was not going to happen. At around 1750 he called and said: "Go to the Gym". I had called Laurie earlier to find out where the Gym was! Got Luke up, every boy in the car and headed there. We were there in less than 10 minutes. His bus arrived after us! We kisses and hugged. We said the "I love yous", and off he went. At 2354 I received a text from him saying that they finally arrived in CA. I texted back saying: "Luv u. Glad u r there safe. C U in 30 days." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3424702123581949062?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3424702123581949062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3424702123581949062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3424702123581949062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3424702123581949062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8600383877297792331</id><published>2009-08-30T11:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:14:59.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Oven Baked Omelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Spq2ysAlu6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tWqWUrCveHs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375810087143455650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Spq2ysAlu6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tWqWUrCveHs/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is such an easy breakfast dish! I love baking things and this one just does it for me. Here is the recipe for it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 eggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/8 teas. hot sauce or dash of hot pepper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preheat oven to 325F. I use a 8-inch square baking dish sprayed with cooking spray. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Beat sour cream and milk with wire whisk until smooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Add eggs, salt and hot pepper sauce; beat until combined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Stir in you favorite omelet f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;illing (ie. green peppers, tomatoes, cheese, ham, mushrooms, onions, etc.). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the particular picture above, I added mushrooms, tomatoes, green peppers, and 1 cup of cheese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake until knife comes out clean,or about 40-45 minutes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes about 9 servings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My kids only likes the oven bake omelet if there is no mushrooms. They love adding guacamole, or salsa on top of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8600383877297792331?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8600383877297792331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8600383877297792331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8600383877297792331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8600383877297792331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/oven-baked-omelet.html' title='Oven Baked Omelet'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Spq2ysAlu6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tWqWUrCveHs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1093350111822256301</id><published>2009-08-27T08:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:15:23.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Hurray For Toddler Independence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so excited about Luke this days! A few days ago he decided to interfere with his meals. He would grab the spoon or fork when I was trying to feed him. That really irritated me because it would cause a big mess when I tried to pry the spoon/fork out of his grip. Well, Last week I decided to just give the stuff to him to see how he would handle. He really did wonderful. He now feeds himself and drink out of a regular cup (with only about 2 inches of liquid in it). I am still enjoying breastfeeding and so is Luke, but I foresee that stopping soon. I really don't want to give up breastfeeding, but he is not as interested as he used to be. REAL food is much more exciting to him now. We will see how that plays out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpafUxT5pSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hzdVWwJr-SA/s1600-h/PEA+RIDGE+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658384496272674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpafUxT5pSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hzdVWwJr-SA/s200/PEA+RIDGE+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374659844577699458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpagpwicJoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OoSIYo2_vag/s200/PEA+RIDGE+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpahDWaGy_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/saJ0dV7xlMI/s1600-h/PEA+RIDGE+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374660284240022514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpahDWaGy_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/saJ0dV7xlMI/s200/PEA+RIDGE+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374663900828354258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpakV3P9RtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xPI2WNMqsmk/s200/PEA+RIDGE+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpahvQaRYdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/l57W_Pg4qRo/s1600-h/PEA+RIDGE+012.JPG"&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/1425238309467243730-1093350111822256301?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1093350111822256301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1093350111822256301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1093350111822256301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1093350111822256301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurray-for-toddler-independence.html' title='Hurray For Toddler Independence!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpafUxT5pSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hzdVWwJr-SA/s72-c/PEA+RIDGE+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-7190955925786320672</id><published>2009-08-26T09:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:15:38.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deployment'/><title type='text'>Beginning of a new deployment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpWCdHZhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cIwfcF5atHg/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374345167050467282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpWCdHZhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cIwfcF5atHg/s200/081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We found out yesterday that Ryan leaves on September 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. This deployment is in preparation for his year long deployment. He will be gone only 30-35 days and then will be home for about 25-30 days before the "big one". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-7190955925786320672?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7190955925786320672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=7190955925786320672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/7190955925786320672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/7190955925786320672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/beginning-of-new-deployment.html' title='Beginning of a new deployment.'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpWCdHZhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/cIwfcF5atHg/s72-c/081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-9169603425514186831</id><published>2009-08-26T09:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:16:01.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Gila Dwellings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This past weekend we traveled to New Mexico. Silver City was our destination. We wanted to see the Gila Dwellings. We hiked up to it and it was very interesting. Here is some pictures from our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrxStflI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dNV49GASCmA/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374300338837618258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrxStflI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dNV49GASCmA/s200/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrV7ON8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/dU043V4aZE4/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374300331491342274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrV7ON8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/dU043V4aZE4/s200/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrBbsR-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/HJOqia6YpcQ/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374300325990385634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrBbsR-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/HJOqia6YpcQ/s200/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZqgxCp0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gdfg93kI2Vk/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374300317221562178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZqgxCp0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gdfg93kI2Vk/s200/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVX09zE2DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ixNGJIvoMWY/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298297790158898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVX09zE2DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ixNGJIvoMWY/s200/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVX0ZeQ5dI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qIU8p2il2nc/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298288039192018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVX0ZeQ5dI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qIU8p2il2nc/s200/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVX0MqgjMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ylMRcYlMwtw/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298284600888514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVX0MqgjMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ylMRcYlMwtw/s200/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVXzoXlxxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PCaU9q6obGM/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298274857862930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVXzoXlxxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PCaU9q6obGM/s200/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVXzK2eazI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6Xq0Ad1ZysY/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298266934340402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVXzK2eazI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6Xq0Ad1ZysY/s200/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV2FIUv5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PK5q9hYJRX8/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296117914943378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV2FIUv5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PK5q9hYJRX8/s200/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV1iroaOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/75fwvi1LUq0/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296108667791586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV1iroaOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/75fwvi1LUq0/s200/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV1GqMNsI/AAAAAAAAATs/DJXj-NdvDWw/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296101145556674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV1GqMNsI/AAAAAAAAATs/DJXj-NdvDWw/s200/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV0tbeRhI/AAAAAAAAATk/BGPj9qaIbmY/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296094372939282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV0tbeRhI/AAAAAAAAATk/BGPj9qaIbmY/s200/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV0ArnBWI/AAAAAAAAATc/x9C7PjAIGPc/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296082361025890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVV0ArnBWI/AAAAAAAAATc/x9C7PjAIGPc/s200/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-9169603425514186831?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9169603425514186831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=9169603425514186831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/9169603425514186831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/9169603425514186831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/gila-dwellings.html' title='Gila Dwellings'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpVZrxStflI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dNV49GASCmA/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5667092669333901567</id><published>2009-08-24T16:54:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:16:49.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Terrible 18 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpNU6mnZ_tI/AAAAAAAAATE/N_nFUey4J1w/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732146158108370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpNU6mnZ_tI/AAAAAAAAATE/N_nFUey4J1w/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMdijCgAXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/T1Hx3qOmJCY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671259741618546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMdijCgAXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/T1Hx3qOmJCY/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732154442580754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpNU7FelAxI/AAAAAAAAATM/kB09faigKrc/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732682864288594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpNVZ2AIY1I/AAAAAAAAATU/RqTr4sGPDGM/s200/009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcXsrJXxI/AAAAAAAAASk/sUHlW_4eCKg/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373669973837831954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcXsrJXxI/AAAAAAAAASk/sUHlW_4eCKg/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcXWm4JtI/AAAAAAAAASc/KIWESxkZkyo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373669967914346194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcXWm4JtI/AAAAAAAAASc/KIWESxkZkyo/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcWnqawHI/AAAAAAAAASU/FCc-yapbFmU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373669955312730226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcWnqawHI/AAAAAAAAASU/FCc-yapbFmU/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcWRurn4I/AAAAAAAAASM/dxQdojFtLaE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373669949425033090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpMcWRurn4I/AAAAAAAAASM/dxQdojFtLaE/s200/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that many of you don't want to see this, but I had so much fun taking pictures of Luke during his latest tantrum. It was fun to watch him see me pick up the camera and while in the middle of his melt down smile at me (because you are suppose to smile to the cameras!). For those of you who have little ones who has not entered this phase yet, enjoy while you can. For those of you who's tantrum days are long gone; go ahead and laugh at me, after all I asked for this! After almost 7 years tantrum free, here we are again. I just enjoy it so much (no sarcasm!). Remember, I do have a child that has no idea what a tantrum is. Ben asked me: "Momma, I think Luke is hurt!" Ben raised his eye browns when I told him that sometimes babies do that! The joys of motherhood!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5667092669333901567?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5667092669333901567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5667092669333901567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5667092669333901567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5667092669333901567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/terrible-18-months.html' title='Terrible 18 Months!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpNU6mnZ_tI/AAAAAAAAATE/N_nFUey4J1w/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8047375098773367663</id><published>2009-08-24T13:02:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:17:08.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Back to Schoool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpLt9ZgA7aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4dQ2ahw-mv8/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373618944479391138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpLt9ZgA7aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4dQ2ahw-mv8/s200/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here we go again. We had been preparing for the kids to return to school for awhile now. We bought school supplies, we reviewed a few things from the previous and next grade, we bought them a few ( and I mean few!) articles of clothing, etc. But I don't think i was really prepared to have them gone again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Last night, we took the time to remind Sam and Ben how important it is to do well in school no matter what grade they are in. We also told them how proud we are of them for taking their education &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; and show much we love them. Ryan gave them a Father's Blessing and repeatedly told Sam to remember who he is and not to be afraid of standing up for what is right. Ryan also told Ben that it would be a challenging year for him, but to follow Sam's example and know that his Father in Heaven is always with him. We were all crying by the time Ryan was done! Sam really treasures the blessings he has received from Ryan every school year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;This morning Sam got up around 6am, toke a shower, and got Ben up and ready. I came to see if they were up and they both had been ready for awhile. I overheard Sam tell Ben how it was going to be great in school today, that Sam was going to be there for him in case there were bad kids picking on him. Sam is now on 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade and consider the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; graders the BIG KIDS in school. In his opinion, there are two kids of 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; graders: those who protect and those who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;harass&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prefers&lt;/span&gt; to be the one who protects since last spring incident with a 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grader pulling down his pants in the play ground. I think I am OK with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam wanted to leave the house extra early to see his school friends. We got there about 10 minutes early and Sam went to find friends while Ben, Luke, and I went to find Ben's teacher. Ben was quiet, but excited. He has two friends he knows from last year and that made him happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I waited till all the kids were gone into class and left with Luke. I got home and got myself busy cleaning and doing some organizing in preparation for deployment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I feel sad not to have my little buddies here! They are such a big help to me. They brighten up my day. I told them in our way to school that I was going to miss them, but at that moment I really don't think I knew how hard it would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the day. I love my boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpLvA9rswEI/AAAAAAAAASE/YbE2AS3DJKE/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373620105243312194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpLvA9rswEI/AAAAAAAAASE/YbE2AS3DJKE/s200/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373619612452764946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpLukR5RvRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PvCZaQ-FZFo/s200/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8047375098773367663?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8047375098773367663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8047375098773367663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8047375098773367663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8047375098773367663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-schoool.html' title='Back to Schoool'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SpLt9ZgA7aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4dQ2ahw-mv8/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3323837716649185591</id><published>2009-05-26T12:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:04:17.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Same Mother and Father.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Shwxefufd1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8ttPy1Wqd_M/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197658136901458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Shwxefufd1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8ttPy1Wqd_M/s200/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ShwxeP_4DoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1pQ1vD-KT4g/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197653914848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ShwxeP_4DoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1pQ1vD-KT4g/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just last Saturday I was asked if Luke was adopted! We were all at the neighborhood park. I know a few of the ladies that goes there, but there were some who I was not familiar with. One of the unfamiliar ladies approached and asked if the adoption was international. It caught me by surprise! What? "Which one?" I asked. She said: "the youngest." I told her that I had conceived, with some help, carried and delivered all three boys. Then she proceeded to ask if this was my second or third marriage. I was shocked! She was a little embarrassed when I told her that all three boys were from the same mother and father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This has not been the first time. I was asked before what the going rate for nannies nowadays, how many hours I babysit per week, if Luke is Ryan's from his first marriage (for which I reply "yes"), and many other strange questions. I always try to come up with smart replies. One time I did not correct someone when they thought I was the nanny and told them that I slept with the father of the children. The lady thought it was outrages and walked away. I keep telling everyone to just give the poor kid a couple of years and he will go dark! Sam used to be blond too! But just in case someone is not sure: all three kids have the same mother and father. And yes, I am the mother and Ryan is the father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3323837716649185591?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3323837716649185591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3323837716649185591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3323837716649185591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3323837716649185591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/same-mother-and-father.html' title='Same Mother and Father.'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Shwxefufd1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8ttPy1Wqd_M/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1705028218600493543</id><published>2009-05-11T19:20:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:15:14.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Secret Admirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334742164883270146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SgjPu_oqagI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9CDVNcox8x0/s200/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334742169214079922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SgjPvPxNU7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/JUNPVowZHh8/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334743524571508242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SgjQ-I3mbhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Bu8xsDSUjEI/s200/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;On Friday Ryan came back from the field. He was only gone 2 weeks, but we all missed him very much. As always he surprised him with flowers. Actually, the roses arrived before he did! The florist delivered it 2 hours before he was home. Of course, there was no name, only a "Secret Admirer" indication of who really was. He either did it, or took credit for it! haha. I loved it either way. It is not the first time he has done this. He used to bring me flowers every time we were apart for any period of time. Thank honey for making life sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1705028218600493543?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1705028218600493543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1705028218600493543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1705028218600493543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1705028218600493543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-secret-admirer.html' title='From a Secret Admirer'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SgjPu_oqagI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9CDVNcox8x0/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-2032718843586809001</id><published>2009-04-08T09:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:15:32.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Climbing Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-WpBYzzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vSVZS6_YS3U/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338155823157042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-WpBYzzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vSVZS6_YS3U/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-WJUoW9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iimhk_fGQ2c/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338147313933266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-WJUoW9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iimhk_fGQ2c/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-V2fY4zI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pzuTpNrCGr0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338142258783026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-V2fY4zI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pzuTpNrCGr0/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-VwEXdXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hHW_62nKZAI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338140534830450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-VwEXdXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hHW_62nKZAI/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those pictures are a little old. They were taken on February 18th. Yes, he has impoved his skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-2032718843586809001?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2032718843586809001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=2032718843586809001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/2032718843586809001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/2032718843586809001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/climbing-pics.html' title='Climbing Pics'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy-WpBYzzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vSVZS6_YS3U/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8316329741493715247</id><published>2009-04-08T08:38:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:15:47.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322334016376331442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy6lsYW3LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-pn46CVpsW4/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Our little man is growing up! That is an understatement! Luke is almost 13months now. In the past 3 weeks alone he has started to walk, feed himself, talk back (although, most of the time I don't understand him!), and now climb. The other boys were never into climbing. Luke loves doing so. He figured out how to climb on the back of the couch, the drawers, the fridge, and the table. The amazing thing is that I caught Ben teaching him how. Ben even went as far as teaching him how to get back down. I knew I was in trouble when Luke learned how to climb the stares when he was 8 months. He also learned to climb down the stares just a week after learning how to climb up. I marvel at his new "talent". He is surely a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322332933763919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy5mrVcb_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/lVgGW-wyTxs/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322334637905265810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy7J3wZxJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b7m4ete9cqo/s200/012+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322335752496507490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy8Kv7qamI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qtrGAsw4S6k/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8316329741493715247?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8316329741493715247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8316329741493715247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8316329741493715247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8316329741493715247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-little-man-is-growing-up-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/Sdy6lsYW3LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-pn46CVpsW4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8888042385450114382</id><published>2009-03-19T17:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:16:08.380-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Real Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLVPNvyvPI/AAAAAAAAANo/BZFr86trerE/s1600-h/311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315044967615479026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLVPNvyvPI/AAAAAAAAANo/BZFr86trerE/s200/311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This is what I call a real break, a real spring break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8888042385450114382?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8888042385450114382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8888042385450114382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8888042385450114382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8888042385450114382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-spring-break.html' title='Real Spring Break!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLVPNvyvPI/AAAAAAAAANo/BZFr86trerE/s72-c/311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-462129908022424309</id><published>2009-03-19T17:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:16:39.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Spring Break?! Not For Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTEC5yqVI/AAAAAAAAANg/3S_bDNRgqjc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315042576702810450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTEC5yqVI/AAAAAAAAANg/3S_bDNRgqjc/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spring break is here! And it is 83 Degrees outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTDaGApbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/u9MkuagLhhU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315042565748204978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTDaGApbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/u9MkuagLhhU/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTDlQlTyI/AAAAAAAAANY/Iv2lu51rQmg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315042568745340706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTDlQlTyI/AAAAAAAAANY/Iv2lu51rQmg/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben and his friends Carlos and his little brother Miguel came over to play in the sprinklers. After a little creativity...."we have a pool mama", said Ben. "No honey, that is a mud puddle", said I. It was fun watching them play in the mud! I just wished I was a kid too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-462129908022424309?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/462129908022424309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=462129908022424309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/462129908022424309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/462129908022424309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-not-for-me.html' title='Spring Break?! Not For Me!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/ScLTEC5yqVI/AAAAAAAAANg/3S_bDNRgqjc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3144919840348698564</id><published>2009-03-11T08:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:16:57.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Photo Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbfN3gpmiXI/AAAAAAAAANI/Try7vOIQZeE/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940639047715186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbfN3gpmiXI/AAAAAAAAANI/Try7vOIQZeE/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;This is a picture of Benjamin. He was trying to ride his bike. It was his first time and it took him but 5 minutes to figure it out. We were living in Elgin, Oklahoma at the time. Date of the photo is 21 June 2008. Not that old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though Kaja did not tag me :-( I was excited to see what picture would be! Ok, here is the deal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Go to the document settings/my pictures on your computer&lt;br /&gt;*Choose your 6th file&lt;br /&gt;*Choose your 6th picture&lt;br /&gt;*Blog about it&lt;br /&gt;*Tag 6 more people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I will tag: Renee, Laurie, Heather, Doralyn, Kayley, Jodi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3144919840348698564?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3144919840348698564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3144919840348698564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3144919840348698564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3144919840348698564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-tag.html' title='Photo Tag'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbfN3gpmiXI/AAAAAAAAANI/Try7vOIQZeE/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3973781286115568228</id><published>2009-03-07T23:49:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:17:54.179-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Life'/><title type='text'>Army Artillery Ball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyK7sWLdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nS-ME7-1Ux4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713917747899858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyK7sWLdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nS-ME7-1Ux4/s200/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan singing the Artillery Song as he got ready for the ball. He was really trying to distract Luke so I could get &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyLm1G3GI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hZQOwTDTjwo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713929327369314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyLm1G3GI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hZQOwTDTjwo/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke would have none of it. He wanted to go too, after all it was his birthday and he wanted to have some fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyLclAEDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CLmPHGlZLd8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713926575460402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyLclAEDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CLmPHGlZLd8/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, Ryan and I were ready. Or were we? At least I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbN0uXWZQhI/AAAAAAAAANA/ugVrU23AF0U/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716725490696722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbN0uXWZQhI/AAAAAAAAANA/ugVrU23AF0U/s200/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, now we were ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNq0NrmxPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MH56vSxq3dY/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310705830858245362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNq0NrmxPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MH56vSxq3dY/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ryan and I spent Luke's 1st birthday on a date. We went to the saint Barbara's Ball. It was alot of fun seeing people we knew from long ago (mostly Fort Lewis). My friend Laurie was awarded the Molly Pitcher Award. Yay to Laurie! I was really happy to see her get the award. Congrats Laurie you are the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNtR0NbYMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ByB5qm_27bs/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310708538440114370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNtR0NbYMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ByB5qm_27bs/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3973781286115568228?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3973781286115568228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3973781286115568228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3973781286115568228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3973781286115568228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/army-ball.html' title='Army Artillery Ball.'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbNyK7sWLdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nS-ME7-1Ux4/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5597341571078132659</id><published>2009-03-07T08:25:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:18:13.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>A Boy is Born!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310472587996386034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWrsT5UvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iJyc6y2GHBw/s200/478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't believe that just one year ago I looked like this! Sam took this picture as we were getting ready to go to the hospital. I was 37 weeks 5 days and the water had broke. I felt great and loved being pregnant, but I was excited for my little man to show himself to us. How great it was to see him for the first time. He was perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWE-YdJbI/AAAAAAAAALo/sKOt_G94KDw/s1600-h/490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310471922832450994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWE-YdJbI/AAAAAAAAALo/sKOt_G94KDw/s200/490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWE-YdJbI/AAAAAAAAALo/sKOt_G94KDw/s1600-h/490.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWFUrm6hI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q1YyV9zFn_I/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310471928818362898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWFUrm6hI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q1YyV9zFn_I/s200/484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWFUrm6hI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q1YyV9zFn_I/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWFUrm6hI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q1YyV9zFn_I/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWFUrm6hI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q1YyV9zFn_I/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWFUrm6hI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q1YyV9zFn_I/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Only 20 minutes after Luke's arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310476620906213410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKaWcEhsCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jHVozD1kLQg/s200/500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Home at last in the arms of my Gingi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5597341571078132659?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5597341571078132659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5597341571078132659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5597341571078132659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5597341571078132659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-is-born.html' title='A Boy is Born!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SbKWrsT5UvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iJyc6y2GHBw/s72-c/478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3893073209970651828</id><published>2009-02-18T13:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:18:35.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Moving Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;My sweet baby is growing way too fast! He learned how to go up the stairs when we were in Idaho on Christmas vacation. Now he has masterd the skill. He has no fear. He is the first of my boys to be so bold and fearless. I never had any trouble with Sam and Ben climbing, writing on wall, running wild, but I am starting to think that Luke will be different. You all wish me luck with this one! (I love his cloth diaper! We started using cloth after he developed a severe allergy to disposables.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a4f5a38acbddff36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4f5a38acbddff36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330187707%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D520700670E6BA26921BFAA12692C69D1797BC7D5.2B69172A841541746C8461BF29884D3B85B6CDDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4f5a38acbddff36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaBPo0MHGXzYxpnslMRXJkWJJtCY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4f5a38acbddff36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330187707%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D520700670E6BA26921BFAA12692C69D1797BC7D5.2B69172A841541746C8461BF29884D3B85B6CDDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4f5a38acbddff36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaBPo0MHGXzYxpnslMRXJkWJJtCY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3893073209970651828?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3893073209970651828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3893073209970651828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3893073209970651828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3893073209970651828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-up.html' title='Moving Up!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-706675748394783841</id><published>2009-02-16T20:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:18:55.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZovedUPJpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rYeAcAR0c_Y/s1600-h/458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303603711494268562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZovedUPJpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rYeAcAR0c_Y/s200/458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;What a lovely Idea! I saw some of these in one of the websites where I buy Luke's cloth diapers. They were a bit more then I was willing to spend so, I decided to make my own out of some socks I found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt;. Now my little man's knees are protected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-706675748394783841?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/706675748394783841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=706675748394783841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/706675748394783841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/706675748394783841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-lovely-idea-i-saw-some-of-these-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZovedUPJpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rYeAcAR0c_Y/s72-c/458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1494090231715774076</id><published>2009-02-14T21:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:19:13.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Fridge Thief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZecp4xvEvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zj2U-7Hup_0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302879329681609458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZecp4xvEvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zj2U-7Hup_0/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Luke has learned how to open the fridge! I was washing the dishes and I heard his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;giggle&lt;/span&gt; and laugh. I looked to see where he was and this is what I saw. He will take everything out of the fridge that he can reach and throw it on the floor. He loves doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1494090231715774076?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1494090231715774076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1494090231715774076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1494090231715774076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1494090231715774076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/fridge-thief.html' title='Fridge Thief!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZecp4xvEvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zj2U-7Hup_0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1413164535266752253</id><published>2009-01-29T15:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:19:37.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBK1NegQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RSYLv_uE434/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301934315660017922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBK1NegQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RSYLv_uE434/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBKsPiQPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aLKYKRezRuU/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301934313252733170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBKsPiQPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aLKYKRezRuU/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBKY6ajlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7tA354omQQA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301934308063874642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBKY6ajlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7tA354omQQA/s200/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Last week we started horseback riding lessons. It was Ben's idea. Ben has always wanted to be a cowboy. We have tried all sorts of things to make him feel like one. You might remember the rodeo in Oklahoma! He said that after trying mutton busting he decided to be a singing cowboy, but that he wanted to try a horse next. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;. He loves it. And to my surprise so did Sam. I also enjoy watching them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1413164535266752253?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1413164535266752253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1413164535266752253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1413164535266752253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1413164535266752253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-week-we-started-horseback-riding.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SZRBK1NegQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RSYLv_uE434/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1476074337744543809</id><published>2008-11-29T20:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:20:34.283-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/STIK_q_EzfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MrVNZ9rCEBU/s1600-h/sears+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274290202591153650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/STIK_q_EzfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MrVNZ9rCEBU/s200/sears+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/STIK_RKBlKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QXut17z4zUc/s1600-h/sears+portrait+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274290195657757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/STIK_RKBlKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QXut17z4zUc/s200/sears+portrait+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;We have just "returned" home from everywhere. Our new home, which we had spent one night in before heading out, looked terrible with boxes everywhere. R and I have removed most of the boxes out and now we even have a Christmas tree in our living room. More later... For now I just want to share the latest family photo. The first is our latest. The second photo (the one without Luke!) was taken last January when I was 8 months pregnant. So much has happen since my last post...I am hoping to upgrade you all in a couple of days, so check back soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1476074337744543809?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1476074337744543809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1476074337744543809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1476074337744543809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1476074337744543809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-have-just-returned-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/STIK_q_EzfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MrVNZ9rCEBU/s72-c/sears+portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3878358730080141603</id><published>2008-10-14T11:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:21:05.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTWgDXY1eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dsOevc5-_8M/s1600-h/102_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257062511195772386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTWgDXY1eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dsOevc5-_8M/s200/102_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTWgn59kJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eAsBCnb-ZoE/s1600-h/102_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257062521004462226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTWgn59kJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eAsBCnb-ZoE/s200/102_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTSAsMkKXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/swQKihkHVro/s1600-h/102_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257057574353906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTSAsMkKXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/swQKihkHVro/s200/102_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;How wonderful it was to see the snow this weekend. Idaho is always so much fun! We could not believe that we actually saw snow this year after being in 90 degree weather in Texas. It was a nice change of pace. The kids are loving it all. I miss having seasons. From what I have been told Texas will get down to the mid 60s in January. I actually enjoy the cold better then the heat. Many friends think that because I come from a hot place that I would prefer hot, but that is not true. I love the snow and the cold. Ray-ray and I love to watch the snow while snuggling up by the fire. We have spent many hours building igloos even before we had kids. Crazy, I know. It is part of those survival skills that we only got to practice during winter. One time we spent all night building one only to sleep all day in it. It was fun and not as cold as I expected! Well, but this white blanket is soon gone. Today is almost all melted. Forecast: Sunshine. Now, I am familiar with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3878358730080141603?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3878358730080141603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3878358730080141603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3878358730080141603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3878358730080141603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-wonderful-it-was-to-see-snow-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SPTWgDXY1eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dsOevc5-_8M/s72-c/102_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5810982067111918399</id><published>2008-10-10T00:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:12:54.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Treasures Continue.... Pick Your Battles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78U3QWFzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ppcrb5AB3gE/s1600-h/102_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415250548037426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78U3QWFzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ppcrb5AB3gE/s200/102_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;The battle has started! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VKjWBTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Yn4W__yDW7U/s1600-h/102_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415255727998258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VKjWBTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Yn4W__yDW7U/s200/102_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spotted&lt;/span&gt; our enemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VInS2DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AqaqMkljsy0/s1600-h/102_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415255207696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VInS2DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AqaqMkljsy0/s200/102_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Full charge up ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VT3j_rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P-Jzub2pEWA/s1600-h/102_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415258228719282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VT3j_rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P-Jzub2pEWA/s200/102_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;1 down, 2 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VvI1NBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S8d1pHVXIak/s1600-h/102_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415265548907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78VvI1NBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S8d1pHVXIak/s200/102_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;3 down, 0 to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Just a nice rest till tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe there is a need for a little explaining. Sam and some good friends playing Civil War at Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gingi's&lt;/span&gt; house. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5810982067111918399?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5810982067111918399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5810982067111918399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5810982067111918399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5810982067111918399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/found-treasures-continue-pick-your.html' title='Found Treasures Continue.... Pick Your Battles.'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SO78U3QWFzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ppcrb5AB3gE/s72-c/102_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8334673532987591139</id><published>2008-10-08T00:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:59:07.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;We are in Idaho visiting Mom and Dad. I found the bellow picture in Mom's computer and wanted to share with you all. In this picture Sam and Ben were watching the fire right before they went to bed. We lived in WA. It was 2003. Sam was 4 years old and Ben was 1. I love this picture because it reminds me of the times we spent as a family in front of the fire reading the scriptures, playing, talking, singing, and reading children's books to the boys. We always took the time to tell them of our love for them and what we appreciated about them. They always asked to watch the fire before going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SOxYDJnpflI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j_cfyyh_nIU/s1600-h/100_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254671676379594322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SOxYDJnpflI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j_cfyyh_nIU/s320/100_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8334673532987591139?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8334673532987591139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8334673532987591139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8334673532987591139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8334673532987591139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-in-idaho-visiting-mom-and-dad.html' title='Found Treasures'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SOxYDJnpflI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j_cfyyh_nIU/s72-c/100_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-4753967905683351329</id><published>2008-09-23T07:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:48:52.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"If The Savior Stood Beside Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;That’s how the primary children executed their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sacrament program&lt;/span&gt; this past Sunday. Each and everyone of them did such a wonderful job. The primary sacrament program was the last thing I did as the first counselor to the primary. I was very touched by the Spirit. As I sat next to the pulpit helping them say their lines I was touched by the desire they demonstrated to show their Heavenly Father their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;love and obedience&lt;/span&gt;. Each one of them wanted so badly to do it right. Even some that refused to do anything during practice was ready and whiling to be part of the program. It was indeed a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-4753967905683351329?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4753967905683351329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=4753967905683351329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4753967905683351329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4753967905683351329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-savior-stood-beside-me.html' title='&quot;If The Savior Stood Beside Me&quot;'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8975107692704317656</id><published>2008-09-22T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:02:39.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Foot Was In Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SNzrX9PxSwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-t6r791_rxA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250330062417382146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SNzrX9PxSwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-t6r791_rxA/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Elgin had their homecoming parade this past Friday. The elementary school took the kids, since it was just in front of the school and it was a school sponsored event, (here the elementary, middle and high school are all in the same campus). I decided to go since Luke and I could use some intertainment. Well, needless to say Luke feel in love with big foot. It was actually, according to dh, a body suite used by snipers. The theme for this year was jungle, so we found it would be more appropriate to call it "Big Foot". This is a picture of it as it walked away from us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8975107692704317656?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8975107692704317656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8975107692704317656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8975107692704317656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8975107692704317656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-foot-was-in-town.html' title='Big Foot Was In Town!'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SNzrX9PxSwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-t6r791_rxA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-151780217451861818</id><published>2008-09-16T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:27:30.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lazy Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SM_1CjRqE5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XX8-IdCceqU/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246681515087762322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SM_1CjRqE5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XX8-IdCceqU/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ray-ray has been such a cuddler today. Some mornings I just cannot stand having him sleep in (if I let him, he will sleep till 11 am). I just missed him so much! So I got him up and kissed him until he woke up. I hugged him tight and thanked my Father in Heaven for him and for all my boys. How wonderful it is to have a family. If the world only understood the role a family plays in our society. I love my wonderful family and their individual talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*Samual- such a smart boy. He is so wonderful with his brothers. He helps Ben every night to brush his teeth. He reads to Luke when I am too busy to hold him. He knows so much about WWII and loves to dress up like a WWII soldier. He is such a good little historian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*Benjamin- sweet little Ben. He is very quiet and yet so expressive. He loves going to church and talking about Jesus. His favorite story in the scriptures is about the prophet Jonah and how he taught him to listen to Heavenly Father. He is the most spiritual child I know. The most obedient too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*Luke- How I appreciate him! He has brought so much light into our home. He brings the best in his brothers. He loves being talked to and loves being outside. I think he can see the wonders of this world and he appreciates the work of the Creator. His kind spirit wants us to welcome more little ones into our home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*Ryan- could the Lord have given me a better husband? NO. He is the best. He is the calm during the storm. The one who provides and comforts. He makes sense of things when nothing makes sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Thank you my dear Father in Heaven for everything that I never thought of asking for but that you knew that I needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-151780217451861818?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/151780217451861818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=151780217451861818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/151780217451861818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/151780217451861818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-lazy-morning.html' title='One Lazy Morning'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SM_1CjRqE5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XX8-IdCceqU/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-6765016851333845482</id><published>2008-09-16T09:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:15:02.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SM_Ks4T7QAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgWIXzOd-zo/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246634963288932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SM_Ks4T7QAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgWIXzOd-zo/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;And He is in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder he is such into the 40's! Sam came home yesterday from school and was helping me in the kitchen. He said: "Mama, let say that a boy from my primary class is hypothetically in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with a girl..." I said: "Sam, are in love with someone?" He confessed! He said that he has been thinking about this girl from school. Nobody thinks she is pretty, but he thinks she is. He asked me what he should do. Should he tell her? Should he ask her if she likes him too? Well, said I, I think you should wait and see. Don't tell anyone because you don't want the other kids holding that against you. Just be her friend. When we leave to Texas ask her if you could write to her and get her address. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It is so sweet to see him singing and laughing. It is obvious he is in love! He keeps jumping around like a bunny! He really enjoys the 1940's and when we are driving somewhere he insists in listening to the 40's on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; radio. He told me he wished he was Bing Crosby and he could sing to Brianna. I love that he told me. I love my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; 9 year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-6765016851333845482?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6765016851333845482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=6765016851333845482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6765016851333845482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/6765016851333845482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-he-is-in-love.html' title='Love is all Around'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SM_Ks4T7QAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgWIXzOd-zo/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-2639205289782712787</id><published>2008-09-10T07:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:53:25.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SMfRL1boaeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ufNNljImSf4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244390292347972066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SMfRL1boaeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ufNNljImSf4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watching&lt;/span&gt; mama cook is always &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. We sing and recite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poems&lt;/span&gt; while we hear the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sizzling &lt;/span&gt;of the pots and pans. How wonderful that sounds! The sounds of a home where mama is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always there!&lt;/span&gt; I love you mama. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daddo&lt;/span&gt;, for noticing how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; I am. I love you brothers for allowing me this special time with mama. Can’t wait to have Sam and Ben home to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; with me!&lt;br /&gt;Luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-2639205289782712787?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2639205289782712787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=2639205289782712787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/2639205289782712787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/2639205289782712787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/watching-mama-cook-is-always-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SMfRL1boaeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ufNNljImSf4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-2318878646723810465</id><published>2008-09-04T12:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:53:31.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Fabrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ldsfabric.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=66_78&amp;amp;products_id=191"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldsfabric.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=66_78&amp;amp;products_id=191"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am so excited! You all probably know this already, but I found this wonderful place to buy fabric with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; themes. The web site is :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ldsfabric&lt;/span&gt;.com. I have been looking for a good, cute fabric to make Luke some bibs. The local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart and Hobby Lobby do not carry anything worth buying so I decided to search online. A lady from church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suggested&lt;/span&gt; this site and when I took a look at it I fell in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-2318878646723810465?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2318878646723810465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=2318878646723810465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/2318878646723810465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/2318878646723810465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/exciting-fabrics.html' title='Exciting Fabrics'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5075996985475753147</id><published>2008-08-25T23:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:56:09.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SLOYHtgsrDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Qx8Cl5HLHWQ/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238698049805265970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SLOYHtgsrDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Qx8Cl5HLHWQ/s320/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;So, today we had someone come to see the house for the second time. I was getting a little upset that only 2 families had requested a private showing, plus the open house (I really don't know how many people came to the open house!) So, it was 8pm and the realtor called saying that someone who had been here before wanted to come and see the house again. Except it has to be now. NOW! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I got everyone outside so the people would be more comfortable looking in our house. We got to meet the couple and their baby. It is a family of three. I don't like the idea of "knowing" them. I don't want to "like" or "dislike" them. Well, I guess now it is just wait and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5075996985475753147?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5075996985475753147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5075996985475753147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5075996985475753147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5075996985475753147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-today-we-had-someone-come-to-see.html' title='Showing The House'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SLOYHtgsrDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Qx8Cl5HLHWQ/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-4871542159602050324</id><published>2008-08-13T08:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:14:43.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SKLwkdw6rPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FcXhDZUMCj0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234010226213694706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SKLwkdw6rPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FcXhDZUMCj0/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;First day of school is here. I have been worried about this day for a long time. It is Ben's first day of school ever. We had piano lesson yesterday and right after that I took Ben and Sam to meet their teachers. Sam is now in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. Ben is in Kindergarten. Sam got to choose where he will sit and that made him happy. After meeting Sam's new teacher, we went to meet Ben's. As usual, he was very quiet entering his class. His teacher said hello to him, but he only said: "Hi, I am Ben." He soon got interested in all the stations they had set up for them. I chatted with the teacher and was happy to see a familiar face. She was one of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade teachers when Sam attended 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade. When we got home I explained to Ben about lunch, class rules, bus rules, and bathroom. He was very excited. After talking to the boys about our expectation for the school year, Ryan took the opportunity to give the boys a blessing. We have been doing this since Sam first started school. We call it a Father's Blessing. This family tradition has given me much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; in the past as I am usually worried and nervous about the first day of school. I like to think that as the boys listen to the blessing they tend to understand the importance of choosing the right even away from home when we are not there. They also get to know our expectations and how much we appreciate and love them. Usually Ryan also gives me a blessing so I am better able to deal with the challenges of having the kids away from home. I usually have a really hard time when they are not with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so Ben and Sam got in the bus and, because I am paranoid, I follow them to school. I wanted to make sure Ben made it to his class and that Sam felt as loved as Ben. After parking the vehicle and getting Luke in the stroller, I headed to Ben's class. He was already sitting there coloring a picture of a frog. He looked happy! I gave him a kiss and left to see Sam. Sam appeared happy to see me. I said hi to him and took his picture. Now I am trying to stop crying. For some reason it has been harder for me this year then Sam's first day of school. Sam was so ready to go to school when he first started and that did not worry me much. Ben, in the other hand, has always been so shy. I pray that they will be fine and safe. I love them so much! I got to stop being so emotional! Well, enjoy the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-4871542159602050324?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4871542159602050324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=4871542159602050324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4871542159602050324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/4871542159602050324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SKLwkdw6rPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FcXhDZUMCj0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-5267511504484109247</id><published>2008-08-09T12:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:30:18.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3hLBc0KvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MiPFbgkznfQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232585921558489842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3hLBc0KvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MiPFbgkznfQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3hGadbpaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4mZN4Co9Jqg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232585842372617634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3hGadbpaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4mZN4Co9Jqg/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3guBEpoMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l0yqjx2nDtw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232585423240929474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3guBEpoMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l0yqjx2nDtw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yesterday Sam took the Indiana Jones game to a new level. Geared up with his Indiana Jones stuff, he decided to dig for dinosaurs. The task will take several day, but Sam has not lost hope of finding his favorite dinosaur, the Velasoraptor. Sam was kind enough to give Ben a try. Ben was just singing his favorite primary song the entire time (Follow the Prophet). You can see the primary song book by Sam. Sam was getting frustrated and Ben wanted him to relax while digging. I think it worked because Sam was at it for nearly 2 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-5267511504484109247?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5267511504484109247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=5267511504484109247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5267511504484109247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/5267511504484109247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/digging-at-home.html' title='Digging at home'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3hLBc0KvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MiPFbgkznfQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-7962477600897243591</id><published>2008-08-09T11:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:03:57.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3bPkYgleI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e-a5lrKKP-k/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232579402585380322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3bPkYgleI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e-a5lrKKP-k/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;5 months here we go. Sam decided to take this picture of Luke to celebrate his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month. Luke was watching Sam and Ben play (his favorite thing to do), while in the sling next to me. I can't believe he is already 5 months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-7962477600897243591?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7962477600897243591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=7962477600897243591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/7962477600897243591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/7962477600897243591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-months-and-counting.html' title='5 Months and counting...'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SJ3bPkYgleI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e-a5lrKKP-k/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8164993099537272822</id><published>2008-07-31T08:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:57:06.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have detached myself from my home. OK, it is not my home, it is my house. Yesterday the realtor came to take pictures and sign paper and today it should be going on the MLS listing. I am excited to sell it. I am ready for people to start the "tour" anytime now. As a getting ready event we are hosting a huge yard sale with a bunch of families who are here in the same shoes as us. They will be coming on Saturday with their "stuff" and we are going to have fun. Now I am off to the garage. Wish me good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8164993099537272822?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8164993099537272822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8164993099537272822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8164993099537272822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8164993099537272822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-for-sale.html' title='House for Sale'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-1613166093237819290</id><published>2008-07-24T09:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:33:29.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutton Busting in Duncan, OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SIicKvZ4j1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wm5B-LAQl_g/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226599075901116242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SIicKvZ4j1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wm5B-LAQl_g/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt; Here he is. I cannot believe I did this. We went to the rodeo in Duncan and they announced for the little ones to come up if they wanted to participate in the event. Because Ben wants to be a cowboy, he asked if he could participate. I really thought it would be fun for him so Ryan took him and paid $10 to have him ride a sheep for 6 seconds. Ben was trying for dear life to hold on to the sheep. His first mutton busting event. When asked if he wanted to do it again he answered that he really just want to be a singing cowboy instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-1613166093237819290?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1613166093237819290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=1613166093237819290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1613166093237819290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/1613166093237819290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/mutton-busting-in-duncan-ok.html' title='Mutton Busting in Duncan, OK'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SIicKvZ4j1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wm5B-LAQl_g/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-3885391770205872049</id><published>2008-07-22T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:39:33.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SIX-jdDF_dI/AAAAAAAAACI/L9FrZawtOgM/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225862827679808978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SIX-jdDF_dI/AAAAAAAAACI/L9FrZawtOgM/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Hey, just the other day I noticed that I had not posted any pics of Luke. Here he is at 4 months already trying to do the army crawling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-3885391770205872049?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3885391770205872049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=3885391770205872049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3885391770205872049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/3885391770205872049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-luke.html' title='Little Luke'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6lHIOjil_Mg/SIX-jdDF_dI/AAAAAAAAACI/L9FrZawtOgM/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425238309467243730.post-8774081870640303239</id><published>2008-07-22T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:33:24.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Here we go again. So last week we found out that we are once again  moving. I know that we just got here, but this is the army for yeah. We are going to live in El Paso, Texas. Fort Bliss to be more specific. We don't know how to feel about it, but it will be great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Now we start the process of selling the house here in Elgin. I have some ladies from church coming to help me "stage" the house for sale. These ladies love to decorate! So, I invited them over to lunch in hopes that we will have a great time decorating. I will let you all know how it went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1425238309467243730-8774081870640303239?l=thereayfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8774081870640303239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1425238309467243730&amp;postID=8774081870640303239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8774081870640303239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1425238309467243730/posts/default/8774081870640303239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereayfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>The Reay Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866221300299962253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
