<?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-6191000560078127657</id><updated>2011-09-28T20:21:36.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love's, My Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5307776280966694933</id><published>2011-06-21T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:03:53.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the year school programs and recitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sZPRorL9qI/TgD2bKUDxYI/AAAAAAAABKs/u1YG6sXwwR4/s1600/P1090911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620763281443767682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sZPRorL9qI/TgD2bKUDxYI/AAAAAAAABKs/u1YG6sXwwR4/s400/P1090911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe another school year is over. Gabriel will be going to 2nd grade and Bella will be starting Kindergarten. It's soooo sad! I cannot believe how time passes so quickly. Gabriel didn't make it to his last day of school because he woke up sick, he was kind of bummed but we went and dropped off his teacher's gift to her and it was so sad walking into Gabriel's classroom and the walls were so bare, I seriously wanted to cry. My kids are growing so fast and time just doesn't ever slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel had his first piano recital which he was so nervous about but he did awesome! They had their end of school year programs and Bella had her dance recitals too. It was a busy couple of weeks but a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qnlueakmbY/TgD2a2RKjWI/AAAAAAAABKk/2xSCOD-4F-o/s1600/P1090899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620763276062920034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qnlueakmbY/TgD2a2RKjWI/AAAAAAAABKk/2xSCOD-4F-o/s400/P1090899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella did a hip hop dance, she forgot some of the moves but she was so happy and having so much fun on stage. Ryan &amp;amp; Bella did a father/daughter dance together and it was so beautiful. I will try to post the clip later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZD3n2IgQ_Q/TgDz4TCNc-I/AAAAAAAABKM/p3R4a_BrQ40/s1600/P1090807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620760483466146786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZD3n2IgQ_Q/TgDz4TCNc-I/AAAAAAAABKM/p3R4a_BrQ40/s400/P1090807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-truu3-PX90w/TgDz39Rj7tI/AAAAAAAABKE/ZeOI_FMwENY/s1600/P1090791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620760477624954578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-truu3-PX90w/TgDz39Rj7tI/AAAAAAAABKE/ZeOI_FMwENY/s400/P1090791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's preschool graduation. She isn't very happy about having to go to kindergarten. I asked her why and she said "I already know everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwtbU00R0Es/TgDz3nSjdtI/AAAAAAAABJ8/U60_obq199Q/s1600/P1090735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620760471723538130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwtbU00R0Es/TgDz3nSjdtI/AAAAAAAABJ8/U60_obq199Q/s400/P1090735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7To7lKfk6c/TgDz3RWU-cI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Hr4r7smdzX8/s1600/P1090709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620760465833785794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7To7lKfk6c/TgDz3RWU-cI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Hr4r7smdzX8/s400/P1090709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's piano teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5307776280966694933?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5307776280966694933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5307776280966694933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5307776280966694933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5307776280966694933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-year-school-programs-and.html' title='End of the year school programs and recitals'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sZPRorL9qI/TgD2bKUDxYI/AAAAAAAABKs/u1YG6sXwwR4/s72-c/P1090911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7152504022871991368</id><published>2011-04-30T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:09:27.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZDgptEmE1c/Tb0EAUldJFI/AAAAAAAABJg/ddCQcMhyYqo/s1600/P1080674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601637915091084370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZDgptEmE1c/Tb0EAUldJFI/AAAAAAAABJg/ddCQcMhyYqo/s400/P1080674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5_Pvlgs_Tw/Tb0AwTPVSJI/AAAAAAAABJY/I_0-2K5NXEE/s1600/P1080849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601634341317068946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5_Pvlgs_Tw/Tb0AwTPVSJI/AAAAAAAABJY/I_0-2K5NXEE/s400/P1080849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan &amp;amp; I went to California for 5days, I have to say I desperatly needed a break! I was on the verge of a breakdown and Ryan had to convince me to go with him(he did go down there for business) I didn't want to go for 5 days but it turned out to be so relaxing. Ryan has always wanted to go deep sea fishing but I have always been too afraid and have always said no. But my motto for 2011 is "Be More Adventurous" so I said ok and Ryan jumped on that and booked the fishing trip before I changed my mind. So we get on the boat and started heading out to sea, farther and farther away from land and I surprised myself because I was not even scared or paniced at all(like I always pictured myself to be) we had a really good time and caught 6 fish. A seagull pooped on my head but luckily I was wearing a hat, it would have been so gross if I wasn't wearing a hat and it would have definetly ruined the trip but I just laughed and told Ryan of course it happens to me. We went shopping in San Diego and went to this restaurant called Dicks(ryan picked it out)which was pretty funny but if your too serious of a person and is easily offended then you would hate this restaurant. We walked in and the waitress comes up to us "What do you want! follow me." then she sat us down. I was thinking maybe she's having a bad day. There was trash all over the floor, bra's hung up on the bar and signed by random people. Ryan asked for a pepsi and she didn't bring it the first time so Ryan asked for it again and she looks at him all annoyed.The third time Ryan asked for it she said "I f*%# hate you!"then walked away, So finally she come's and slams the pepsi on the table and throws straws at Ryan's face. It was so hillarious! Our whole time sitting at the resaurant all the waiter's and waitresses were being rude to the customers. So it was funny to just sit back and watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went hiking at Torrey Pines National Park, it was so beautiful to hike down to the beach. We also went shopping on Balboa Island where they had the best boutique's, after shopping we had lunch on the pier and just layed on the beach. Our plan was to go skydiving in California, I have always wanted to do this and we never did when we were first married because we didn't have the money and then after having kids everyone would talk me out of it saying what if I died and how sad that would be for my kids. But this year was to be adventurous and get over my fears so I was going for it. I got the information for skydiving in CA, when we checked into the hotel and I turned on the tv they had a story on the news of two skydivers whose parachutes collided then tangled and fell to their death. I was thinking are you serious! why did I have to see this, this is a sign &amp;amp; there is no way I am going skydiving! I still want to go badly but I am back in fear mode of dying and leaving my kids without a mother. So honestly I will let my fear get the best of me and will probally never go skydiving. That's ok, there are tons of other things I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun getaway and I Love Ryan and I love to be alone with him we have a blast together. Can't wait for the next getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7152504022871991368?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7152504022871991368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7152504022871991368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7152504022871991368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7152504022871991368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2011/04/california-love.html' title='California Love...'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZDgptEmE1c/Tb0EAUldJFI/AAAAAAAABJg/ddCQcMhyYqo/s72-c/P1080674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5792395928740358831</id><published>2011-03-02T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:50:31.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby turned 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvwSE7kXkG4/TW7E2FnLbuI/AAAAAAAABJI/hk-N8lJ1-xU/s1600/jeremiah%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579613421857107682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvwSE7kXkG4/TW7E2FnLbuI/AAAAAAAABJI/hk-N8lJ1-xU/s400/jeremiah%2B2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eml8o2T-V_0/TW7EulbPfvI/AAAAAAAABJA/he-MXlPbUzU/s1600/P1070452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579613292958023410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eml8o2T-V_0/TW7EulbPfvI/AAAAAAAABJA/he-MXlPbUzU/s400/P1070452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFLAY1rQ5g4/TW7EuV5HWUI/AAAAAAAABI4/YYCZf_2dQL0/s1600/P1070447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579613288788351298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFLAY1rQ5g4/TW7EuV5HWUI/AAAAAAAABI4/YYCZf_2dQL0/s400/P1070447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe my baby is two! That is what I call him "my baby" and that is what he refers to himself as, he'll point to himself and say "my baby" but since he is getting older he will sometimes say "Jeremiah's" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My baby" is definetly what he is more so than Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella. Since he was hospitalized 1year ago I have totally babied him like crazy. I can't help it, when he was so sick and I thought the worse and still think about how I felt I just want to scoop him up in my arms and protect him from any harm or tears. I am so thankful for his little sweet spirit. We celebrated his birthday with a little birthday dinner with the family, we had his favorite pizza. He got a little radio flyer car with a little track/ramp that he ride's down, the first time he rode it he was hesitant and hit his little mouth on the steering wheel because he let go then cried and wouldn't get back on it. He did eventually get back on and loved it. Jeremiah love's to read books, I mean he will sit there and look at the pages to see every detail, he love's to sing and dance. His favorite song is "baby" by justin beiber &amp;amp; he still sings jingle bells. Happy Birthday little Jeremiah you make my heart melt everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KZVnzdV2Qg/TW7D58ShtYI/AAAAAAAABIw/RNX6ZbXKm8s/s1600/P1070620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579612388562417026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KZVnzdV2Qg/TW7D58ShtYI/AAAAAAAABIw/RNX6ZbXKm8s/s400/P1070620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew this picture and Ryan scanned it into the computer and made it look better &amp;amp; added color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_Jy-IzkzE/TW7DrHAmhgI/AAAAAAAABIo/G6xaVVaItqM/s1600/P1070564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579612133741987330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_Jy-IzkzE/TW7DrHAmhgI/AAAAAAAABIo/G6xaVVaItqM/s400/P1070564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JnDxd7ilEM/TW7Dq-hcxrI/AAAAAAAABIg/70-Wtip2CGA/s1600/P1070576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579612131463841458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JnDxd7ilEM/TW7Dq-hcxrI/AAAAAAAABIg/70-Wtip2CGA/s400/P1070576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved hitting the pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ2QuInSdHw/TW7CFpk6EoI/AAAAAAAABIY/KTaVDUiOUlQ/s1600/P1070609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579610390674412162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ2QuInSdHw/TW7CFpk6EoI/AAAAAAAABIY/KTaVDUiOUlQ/s400/P1070609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBYHDDs8SqY/TW7CFaSvWcI/AAAAAAAABIQ/PY1UH-l2c4M/s1600/P1070574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579610386571680194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBYHDDs8SqY/TW7CFaSvWcI/AAAAAAAABIQ/PY1UH-l2c4M/s400/P1070574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQRo1ahU8Rw/TW7BVGs791I/AAAAAAAABII/wbjqiYo4YXw/s1600/P1070507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579609556679128914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQRo1ahU8Rw/TW7BVGs791I/AAAAAAAABII/wbjqiYo4YXw/s400/P1070507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRNtWvG8mqE/TW7BU026oNI/AAAAAAAABIA/Lzz5_IU7Vog/s1600/P1070409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579609551889146066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRNtWvG8mqE/TW7BU026oNI/AAAAAAAABIA/Lzz5_IU7Vog/s400/P1070409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRngg1aBpE0/TW7BUkT97sI/AAAAAAAABH4/kJYWvJP9v3Q/s1600/P1070398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579609547447594690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRngg1aBpE0/TW7BUkT97sI/AAAAAAAABH4/kJYWvJP9v3Q/s400/P1070398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped a picture of him saying the prayer, it's too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5792395928740358831?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5792395928740358831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5792395928740358831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5792395928740358831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5792395928740358831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-baby-turned-2.html' title='My baby turned 2!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvwSE7kXkG4/TW7E2FnLbuI/AAAAAAAABJI/hk-N8lJ1-xU/s72-c/jeremiah%2B2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-8929119895394864479</id><published>2011-01-24T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:06:24.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4BE9d9N4I/AAAAAAAABHc/Ubmg9_7QDm0/s1600/P1070355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565887374207825794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4BE9d9N4I/AAAAAAAABHc/Ubmg9_7QDm0/s400/P1070355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This New Years we were excited because fireworks were legalized so we went to buy fireworks around 5pm and waited in line for about 40 minutes, well ryan and gabriel did, me, bella and jeremiah went to wait in the car. it was so cold! I swear it hasn't been that cold since I moved here. It was probally 30degree's. We went and had pizza at my mom's and waited till midnight to light the fireworks. All we heard all night from the kids is "when are we going to light the fireworks?" The kids had so much fun with the sparklers and all the other fireworks, Orlando bought some fireworks for us too. Gabriel stood back from the fireworks while the other kids were running around the fireworks going off. He's always been afraid of fire. Jeremiah was asleep by midnight so he didn't see them. On new years day we went up to our friends Sara &amp;amp; Pete Goodman's cabin(pinetop) to play in the snow for a couple of days. It was so fun, my kids could stay out in the snow all day. They went sledding and made a snowman with Orlando &amp;amp; Jessica. They were on their way home from spending new years eve up in pinetop so they came and spent a few hours with us on their way home. It was really fun and beautiful up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4BEWLw9WI/AAAAAAAABHU/r9SZokcmj90/s1600/P1070331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565887363662542178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4BEWLw9WI/AAAAAAAABHU/r9SZokcmj90/s400/P1070331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AcT-vYoI/AAAAAAAABHM/yyeUeTZvsys/s1600/P1070315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565886675876274818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AcT-vYoI/AAAAAAAABHM/yyeUeTZvsys/s400/P1070315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AcAC3CeI/AAAAAAAABHE/zMOs4YZi_Gc/s1600/P1070304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565886670524844514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AcAC3CeI/AAAAAAAABHE/zMOs4YZi_Gc/s400/P1070304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AbrxK69I/AAAAAAAABG8/f7kp-qYCqmk/s1600/P1070268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565886665081940946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AbrxK69I/AAAAAAAABG8/f7kp-qYCqmk/s400/P1070268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AbeWawdI/AAAAAAAABG0/UJZ0uSWbLFk/s1600/P1070235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565886661480071634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AbeWawdI/AAAAAAAABG0/UJZ0uSWbLFk/s400/P1070235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AayLDg6I/AAAAAAAABGs/cAphcs-B40M/s1600/P1070219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565886649621250978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4AayLDg6I/AAAAAAAABGs/cAphcs-B40M/s400/P1070219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39wHwtU2I/AAAAAAAABGk/6y2rGTYAa6M/s1600/P1070215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565883717658694498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39wHwtU2I/AAAAAAAABGk/6y2rGTYAa6M/s400/P1070215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39v_kpmSI/AAAAAAAABGc/uwiCntzCSDU/s1600/P1070213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565883715460634914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39v_kpmSI/AAAAAAAABGc/uwiCntzCSDU/s400/P1070213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39vcKiIlI/AAAAAAAABGU/XeQjQBI8gcs/s1600/P1070197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565883705955852882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39vcKiIlI/AAAAAAAABGU/XeQjQBI8gcs/s400/P1070197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39vB8vL8I/AAAAAAAABGM/kxo9zRmJihU/s1600/P1070190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565883698918666178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39vB8vL8I/AAAAAAAABGM/kxo9zRmJihU/s400/P1070190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39urmfDaI/AAAAAAAABGE/JrEmrWNxntQ/s1600/P1070156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565883692919754146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT39urmfDaI/AAAAAAAABGE/JrEmrWNxntQ/s400/P1070156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-8929119895394864479?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/8929119895394864479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=8929119895394864479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8929119895394864479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8929119895394864479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-2011.html' title='New Years 2011'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT4BE9d9N4I/AAAAAAAABHc/Ubmg9_7QDm0/s72-c/P1070355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4487159004883099574</id><published>2011-01-24T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:16:09.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Face's</title><content type='html'>12-15-2010&lt;br /&gt;My kids love to make us laugh especialy Gabriel. We were sitting at dinner and Gabriel and Bella were showing us their funny face's, I was cracking up and then Jeremiah said "mommy, daddy watch this" and this is his funny face below. He is always copying Gabriel and Bella. It was so funny! My kids are always making me laugh, they are so wonderful and life would be so boring without them. I can't remember how sitting at the dinner table with just me and Ryan was. Probally so quiet and uninterrupted conversations but I don't remember. All I know now is goofiness, loudness and of course fighting. Life is so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33SApBGiI/AAAAAAAABF8/kqhOmOJsmzc/s1600/P1060775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565876603281545762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33SApBGiI/AAAAAAAABF8/kqhOmOJsmzc/s400/P1060775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33R1Yb_XI/AAAAAAAABF0/X6GPvc_-QXQ/s1600/P1060772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565876600259214706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33R1Yb_XI/AAAAAAAABF0/X6GPvc_-QXQ/s400/P1060772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33RU3tP0I/AAAAAAAABFs/WLCiVH8e4C4/s1600/P1060771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565876591531999042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33RU3tP0I/AAAAAAAABFs/WLCiVH8e4C4/s400/P1060771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6191000560078127657-4487159004883099574?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4487159004883099574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4487159004883099574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4487159004883099574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4487159004883099574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-faces.html' title='Funny Face&apos;s'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT33SApBGiI/AAAAAAAABF8/kqhOmOJsmzc/s72-c/P1060775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2889575492404716053</id><published>2011-01-24T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:53:48.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3wGZ39eQI/AAAAAAAABFk/lQ-pCqdPU2w/s1600/P1070042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565868707315284226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3wGZ39eQI/AAAAAAAABFk/lQ-pCqdPU2w/s400/P1070042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas was fun and all my kids were healthy thank goodness! the past years they have always been sick on christmas, at least one of them. The kids woke up on their own this year, we normally have to wake them up but they woke up at 7:30am. They were so excited and it was fun to watch them open their presents. Jeremiah opened his megablocks first then didn't want to open anymore presents. The kids would pass the presents to him and he would push them away and say "NO!" It was so cute. We normally go eat breakfast at my moms house on christmas morning but this year we stayed home and ate breakfast and relaxed at home until about 3pm then went to my mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qkOO1ebI/AAAAAAAABFc/Hdfb59erjVU/s1600/P1060990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565862622516312498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qkOO1ebI/AAAAAAAABFc/Hdfb59erjVU/s400/P1060990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qjhFwskI/AAAAAAAABFU/727utitYlqA/s1600/P1060939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565862610398655042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qjhFwskI/AAAAAAAABFU/727utitYlqA/s400/P1060939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qjVpC6iI/AAAAAAAABFM/b1YPONupYT4/s1600/P1060929.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qi8uz45I/AAAAAAAABFE/lmL1OWKVETc/s1600/P1060892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565862600638718866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qi8uz45I/AAAAAAAABFE/lmL1OWKVETc/s400/P1060892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qiUoikGI/AAAAAAAABE8/e2BeRfua0p4/s1600/P1060860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565862589874999394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3qiUoikGI/AAAAAAAABE8/e2BeRfua0p4/s400/P1060860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve at my moms house. Gabriel and Bella didn't want to put their christmas outfits on and take pictures. Jeremiah saying "cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2889575492404716053?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2889575492404716053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2889575492404716053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2889575492404716053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2889575492404716053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TT3wGZ39eQI/AAAAAAAABFk/lQ-pCqdPU2w/s72-c/P1070042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-8284360975909151291</id><published>2010-12-28T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:09:42.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Never Grow Up... The Big 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrVJTD9jbI/AAAAAAAABE0/tezpCnn3TJU/s1600/P1060231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555987446027357618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrVJTD9jbI/AAAAAAAABE0/tezpCnn3TJU/s400/P1060231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPjjolYeI/AAAAAAAABEs/25dnPGw4u0E/s1600/P1060319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555981300082762210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPjjolYeI/AAAAAAAABEs/25dnPGw4u0E/s400/P1060319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November 15th was Bella's birthday and we had a blast. First off the night before I told Bella about the day she was born and she is so full of questions(more so than Gabriel ever was at 5 years old) This is how the conversation went after I told her the story: Bella- "Mommy how did they get me out of your tummy?" I thought to myself well she was a c-section so I can tell her how the doctors took her out. So I responded: "The doctors cut my stomach open and took you out" Bella: "How did they cut your stomach open?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"With a small knife called a scalpo" and I showed her the scar. Then I looked up at her cute little face and her chin was quivering and she had a frown and was trying to hold her tears in and said "Mommy I don't want them to do that to me!" Me:"Bella don't even worry about that, they aren't going to do that to you" Bella:"Yes they are when I get bigger and become a mommy!" and then the tears rolled down her cheek. I guess it was too much information for her genius little mind. It took a hug and a tickle attack to calm her down and forget about it. Then I tucked her in and said goodnight to my four year old :( I snapped her picture after she fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPjOewolI/AAAAAAAABEk/7Wv_WLAlA6k/s1600/P1060315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555981294404411986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPjOewolI/AAAAAAAABEk/7Wv_WLAlA6k/s400/P1060315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella was insistent on wearing her purple dressup dress out to her birthday dinner because she wanted to be fancy. So I told her she needed to wear pants and a shirt so this is what she came up with. She added the lace's to her shoes. We went to the cheesecake factory,her choice because she wanted to eat at a "fancy place." I even offered chucke cheeses or peter piper pizza but she declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture makes me cry everytime I see it because they look so big. I don't know how they got so big so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPixmykLI/AAAAAAAABEc/zWMicSpsMCA/s1600/P1060293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555981286653464754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPixmykLI/AAAAAAAABEc/zWMicSpsMCA/s400/P1060293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dropped Gabriel off at school and put Jeremiah down for a nap(she skipped school) I curled her hair and I put on Taylor Swift and Justin Beiber and she danced and sang for me and I video recorded her and took pictures. I pretended it was a concert and I was introducing her and she wanted me to introduce her as Taylor Swift, the ottoman was her stage and she was dancing on it and fell backwards and got stuck between the tv and ottoman upside down, it was the funniest thing, I got it on video and I have a picture of her legs sticking up in the air but her panties are showing so I didn't post it. She was laughing at first but then the laughing turned into tears. So everytime we watch it she gets embarressed and cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPiprspTI/AAAAAAAABEU/YbR4dcr4TBQ/s1600/P1060287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555981284526564658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPiprspTI/AAAAAAAABEU/YbR4dcr4TBQ/s400/P1060287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPiQpu_PI/AAAAAAAABEM/B4Q_mlEym6I/s1600/P1060285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555981277807443186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrPiQpu_PI/AAAAAAAABEM/B4Q_mlEym6I/s400/P1060285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella got Taylor Swift CD for her birthday&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNkjmPruI/AAAAAAAABEE/l85Cdy6m54k/s1600/P1060275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555979118229565154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNkjmPruI/AAAAAAAABEE/l85Cdy6m54k/s400/P1060275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and we were listening to it and this song came on that brought tears to my eyes(I cry a lot) it's called Never Grow Up and it was the perfect song for how I was feeling about my baby girl turning 5. The first part goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your little hands wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight, your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming so I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light. To you everything is funny, you got nothing to regret. I'd give all I have honey if you could stay like that. Oh darling don't you every grow up just stay this little. It could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart and no one will desert you. just try to never grow up." the rest of the song is really sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe she is 5, this little girl is so fun to be around and I am so lucky to be her mom. Happy Birthday Bells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNkXBTYNI/AAAAAAAABD8/-H-B1ur19ig/s1600/P1060266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555979114853392594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNkXBTYNI/AAAAAAAABD8/-H-B1ur19ig/s400/P1060266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNj8qHQjI/AAAAAAAABDs/JtLME4qg74s/s1600/P1060231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNkJSJ-bI/AAAAAAAABD0/jYQINtRTfHY/s1600/P1060245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555979111165983154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrNkJSJ-bI/AAAAAAAABD0/jYQINtRTfHY/s400/P1060245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-8284360975909151291?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/8284360975909151291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=8284360975909151291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8284360975909151291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8284360975909151291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/12/bella-never-grow-up-big-5.html' title='Bella Never Grow Up... The Big 5'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRrVJTD9jbI/AAAAAAAABE0/tezpCnn3TJU/s72-c/P1060231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5377066598914674359</id><published>2010-12-23T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:10:56.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's 5th birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRHIpof1PI/AAAAAAAABDk/QxqS9aDgKiw/s1600/P1060214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554142454394901746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRHIpof1PI/AAAAAAAABDk/QxqS9aDgKiw/s400/P1060214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRHIX6JLNI/AAAAAAAABDc/dbYF2C62CDk/s1600/P1060166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554142449637076178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRHIX6JLNI/AAAAAAAABDc/dbYF2C62CDk/s400/P1060166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE1s0_SEI/AAAAAAAABDU/zBhcXj44ASc/s1600/P1060206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554139929811830850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE1s0_SEI/AAAAAAAABDU/zBhcXj44ASc/s400/P1060206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had Bella's birthday party a couple of days before her birthday. It was a fancy nancy birthday tea party. We had a makeup table where I put glitter eyeshadow,lipgloss,nailpolish &amp;amp; glitter on the girls,they thought this was so fun. Then I had a boutique where they got to go shopping and pick out a boa,sunglasses,necklace &amp;amp; a ring. They played freeze dance, pin the tiara on the princess &amp;amp; they decorted tiara's. I also set up a sundae bar with a lot of goodies. I had fun planning the party, a lot of work but it was so fun and Bella thought it was so fun to help set up the tables, she organized the makeup table and decorated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE1WCeARI/AAAAAAAABDM/kvdsAgCZypc/s1600/P1060138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554139923694354706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE1WCeARI/AAAAAAAABDM/kvdsAgCZypc/s400/P1060138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE1DFxmyI/AAAAAAAABDE/VlOjgEf5YjE/s1600/P1060113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554139918607948578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE1DFxmyI/AAAAAAAABDE/VlOjgEf5YjE/s400/P1060113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE0a2GyII/AAAAAAAABC8/EzDjDSRO6BU/s1600/P1060103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554139907804809346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRE0a2GyII/AAAAAAAABC8/EzDjDSRO6BU/s400/P1060103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRREz7V2WdI/AAAAAAAABC0/eVuzPBUQe10/s1600/P1060101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554139899348015570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRREz7V2WdI/AAAAAAAABC0/eVuzPBUQe10/s400/P1060101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6191000560078127657-5377066598914674359?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5377066598914674359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5377066598914674359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5377066598914674359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5377066598914674359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/12/bellas-5th-birthday-party.html' title='Bella&apos;s 5th birthday party'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRHIpof1PI/AAAAAAAABDk/QxqS9aDgKiw/s72-c/P1060214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5331289918261547176</id><published>2010-12-23T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:52:09.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRASMf71dI/AAAAAAAABCs/7P4iR8CzE_c/s1600/P1060028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554134921791657426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRASMf71dI/AAAAAAAABCs/7P4iR8CzE_c/s400/P1060028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween was a lot of fun! Gabriel and Bella dressed up as three different thing this year. We went to the Chandler City party and Bella went as Jasmin and Gabriel went as a punk rocker. We went to a haunted house they had, it was really short but scary for the kids. I held Bella and she hid her face in my shoulder and didn't look up once. I didn't want her to see it because it was pretty scary. Gabriel walked through with Sammi like nothing. I thought for sure he would run to me but he just walked through, he did jump at times. No nightmares that night so it was good. For our church party they dressed up as Rainbow brite and a power ranger. My mom made the leggings and arm warmers for her and I made the dress from one of my old shirts. She told me she wanted to be rainbow girl so I showed her rainbow brite and so that's what she wanted to be. Everyone loved her costume and knew exactly who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRAR18YuGI/AAAAAAAABCk/kPArSdec8TI/s1600/P1060015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554134915736975458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRAR18YuGI/AAAAAAAABCk/kPArSdec8TI/s400/P1060015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Costume #3. Vampire and Death. Bella begged me to be a vampire. I wanted her to wear her cute Rainbow Brite but she really wanted to be a Vampire so this is what she wore for Halloween. The kids had so much fun trickortreating. Gabriel took off with his cousins and Bella and Jeremiah stayed with me and Ryan. Jeremiah was so cute and got the hang of it. He would walk right up to the door hold his bag up and say "Twick or Tweet" so dang cute! He loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRARnkfNrI/AAAAAAAABCc/NHl6cUcm12Y/s1600/P1060022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554134911878641330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRARnkfNrI/AAAAAAAABCc/NHl6cUcm12Y/s400/P1060022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_RJdQhII/AAAAAAAABCU/XT2ixQfyahs/s1600/P1060013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554133804283626626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_RJdQhII/AAAAAAAABCU/XT2ixQfyahs/s400/P1060013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk Rockers, it was fun putting our outfits together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_Q53xvlI/AAAAAAAABCM/6iJ3zhO4lqo/s1600/P1050991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554133800099888722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_Q53xvlI/AAAAAAAABCM/6iJ3zhO4lqo/s400/P1050991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_Qo_GrvI/AAAAAAAABCE/Y9_SHOaUfhk/s1600/P1050984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554133795567218418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_Qo_GrvI/AAAAAAAABCE/Y9_SHOaUfhk/s400/P1050984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_QbPDVBI/AAAAAAAABB8/s4sENIEjyZU/s1600/P1050979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554133791876011026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_QbPDVBI/AAAAAAAABB8/s4sENIEjyZU/s400/P1050979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_P5WWjXI/AAAAAAAABB0/wiOyrhEbH3E/s1600/P1050973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554133782779825522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQ_P5WWjXI/AAAAAAAABB0/wiOyrhEbH3E/s400/P1050973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/6191000560078127657-5331289918261547176?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5331289918261547176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5331289918261547176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5331289918261547176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5331289918261547176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRRASMf71dI/AAAAAAAABCs/7P4iR8CzE_c/s72-c/P1060028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3997433035967311415</id><published>2010-12-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:02:11.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm to sexy for this song 10-21-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQznRuYmXI/AAAAAAAABBs/xC5Ygyvl0Q4/s1600/P1050821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554120990320531826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQznRuYmXI/AAAAAAAABBs/xC5Ygyvl0Q4/s400/P1050821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella love's love's to play dressup, you come over to my house and by the time you leave she will probally have changed at least 3-5 times by the time you leave. She's always asking me to dressup with her and I absolutely love it, wish that's all I could do everyday, just play.  So I put the song "Catwalk" on, not sure what it's called but it was popular when I was young. It's the one that goes "I'm too sexy for my shirt, I'm a model you know what I mean and I shake my little toosh on the catwalk. " Well my kids loooved it and we had fun walking down the catwalk, pretending we were models doing our little walk. The boys got into it and were dancing.  We played that song over and over I don't know how many times we played it but it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQznAbjo7I/AAAAAAAABBk/e0TNiGpgGiI/s1600/P1050816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554120985678160818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQznAbjo7I/AAAAAAAABBk/e0TNiGpgGiI/s400/P1050816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQzmx3iFjI/AAAAAAAABBc/zKXbZ2hNzUQ/s1600/P1050814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554120981768967730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQzmx3iFjI/AAAAAAAABBc/zKXbZ2hNzUQ/s400/P1050814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQzmhFmFiI/AAAAAAAABBU/gxlB7ozA1kM/s1600/P1050817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554120977264547362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQzmhFmFiI/AAAAAAAABBU/gxlB7ozA1kM/s400/P1050817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQzmQAC9GI/AAAAAAAABBM/gDG1s3satRo/s1600/P1050806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554120972677870690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQzmQAC9GI/AAAAAAAABBM/gDG1s3satRo/s400/P1050806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3997433035967311415?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3997433035967311415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3997433035967311415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3997433035967311415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3997433035967311415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-to-sexy-for-this-song-10-21-2010.html' title='I&apos;m to sexy for this song 10-21-2010'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TRQznRuYmXI/AAAAAAAABBs/xC5Ygyvl0Q4/s72-c/P1050821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4143959968823984213</id><published>2010-12-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:42:54.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to BeaUtiFUl UTAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGTv_trqI/AAAAAAAABA4/GF9iDn-gHlM/s1600/P1050776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548934258500677282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGTv_trqI/AAAAAAAABA4/GF9iDn-gHlM/s400/P1050776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Utah for the kids fall break in october, it was kinda last minute. We didn't have anything planned so we decided to go see the family in Utah. The kids were so excited. Ryan went hunting with his brothers and dad the weekend that we got there and he had a lot of fun. Me and the kids stayed with my mother in law and hung out with the family. When Ryan returned he let me go hang out with the girls(Mika and Tina/Preggo) and we went shopping of course to Park City,had dinner then went to a movie(I don't know why I didn't take pictures).we totally made Tina over do it cause she had to go get an IV the next day.Sorry Tina! but it was so much  fun! I looooove love them and I miss them so incredibly bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGC78OluI/AAAAAAAABAw/u5EohS4ndo4/s1600/P1050751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548933969649506018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGC78OluI/AAAAAAAABAw/u5EohS4ndo4/s400/P1050751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Riverton Park, the weather was gorgeous. the kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGCvw-yeI/AAAAAAAABAo/zbTRJQc6Bts/s1600/P1050736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548933966381107682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGCvw-yeI/AAAAAAAABAo/zbTRJQc6Bts/s400/P1050736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucke cheese's with the Bullock family.The kids found a machine that kept on spitting out tickets from just pushing a button so they sat there and took turns and got a ton of tickets so they all got good prize's. We definetly got our money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFs8XjOJI/AAAAAAAABAg/BUa9bdPkMCg/s1600/P1050668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548933591806982290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFs8XjOJI/AAAAAAAABAg/BUa9bdPkMCg/s400/P1050668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Yari=Isabella=BFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They totally loved eachother! I wish we were closer they played so good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFll3vcxI/AAAAAAAABAY/dIr7kdxm0Oo/s1600/P1050700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548933465508901650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFll3vcxI/AAAAAAAABAY/dIr7kdxm0Oo/s400/P1050700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina invited us on her family tradition of going to the pumpkin patch. It was kinda hot which is weird for October Utah weather. The kids got wheelbarrow rides from the guys, they had fun raoming up and down the pumpkin patch. We didn't leave  without three little pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFBbFY6TI/AAAAAAAABAQ/oZ8vj2Te4Zw/s1600/P1050691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548932844138064178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFBbFY6TI/AAAAAAAABAQ/oZ8vj2Te4Zw/s400/P1050691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFBLmpP9I/AAAAAAAABAI/2X2vBegUwQ0/s1600/P1050681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548932839982579666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHFBLmpP9I/AAAAAAAABAI/2X2vBegUwQ0/s400/P1050681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHERF1PJbI/AAAAAAAABAA/hgQR3NpWDIc/s1600/P1050548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548932013799450034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHERF1PJbI/AAAAAAAABAA/hgQR3NpWDIc/s400/P1050548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Temple Square, we went and watched the new family movie where they take you into different rooms and show you different clips about families being together forever, it was really beautiful made me cry even. We also took a tour of the conference center. It was really interesting to learn about all the art in the building. We ended up getting a parking ticked because we went 11minutes over our meter. $15 but we had so much fun being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHDm59m6II/AAAAAAAAA_4/SFh_bvErnYM/s1600/P1050644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548931289058830466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHDm59m6II/AAAAAAAAA_4/SFh_bvErnYM/s400/P1050644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget the leaves! My kids had so much fun with this, they don't get to do this at home. They threw and threw the leaves. I was taking the pictures and Jeremiah walked over with a handful of leaves and threw them at me, then of course Gabriel and Bella do the same thing. It was so fun and so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4143959968823984213?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4143959968823984213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4143959968823984213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4143959968823984213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4143959968823984213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-trip-to-beautiful-utah.html' title='Our trip to BeaUtiFUl UTAH'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TQHGTv_trqI/AAAAAAAABA4/GF9iDn-gHlM/s72-c/P1050776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-52453108039983441</id><published>2010-09-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:42:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_X-gc9BI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nnP2ZPmwIWo/s1600/P1050209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808812026131474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_X-gc9BI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nnP2ZPmwIWo/s400/P1050209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On august 12-15th we went to California. Ryan had a business meeting on the 12th in San Diego and asked me if I wanted to go with him, I told him yes "only if you turn your cell phone off and you don't take your laptop" you see if you ever spend time with him then you'll know that his cell phone is constantly going off and he checks his emails way too much, it drive's me craaaazzyyy! Well he did turn off his phone and used his laptop once because he said he had to check on orders which I was understanding of. We left the kids home with my parents(who I am so grateful for)and I flew in to LA on thursday night and Ryan picked me up. We had so much fun and I have to say no cellphone was absolutely awesome! I loved it and I got a 100% of Ryan's attention. It was so nice to have conversations uninterrupted by the cellphone or our beautiful kids. It was amazing to reconnect. We didn't ever argue once! which is so great, it felt like we were dating again, the excitement of being with eachother, I kinda forget when I'm in my everyday life of being married for 11years with three kids. We went to SIX FLAGS and had the best time! It wasn't busy at all, when the gates opened we were like little kids and ran to the X2(which is the best rollarcoaster!) and so did a bunch of other people it was pretty funny. We rode the rollarcoasters over and over till we couldn't walk anymore, we were so tired. We passed out as soon as our heads hit the pillow.  We ate breakfast every morning at the hotels restaurant and it was just so great to have those conversations and really just be able to listen to eachother with nobody interuppting us. We also went to the Huntington Library which was incredibly beautiful! So much to see, it was a museum with beautiful gardens, we spent all day there. We also went to the Griffith Observatory an astronomy museum. They had these huge telescopes to look at the moon it was really cool. We finished our trip with a beach stop which was a little chilly but we did see a lot of dolphins jumping so spectacular! I really enjoyed our little getaway and I can't wait for the next one to fall all over in love with my man. Love ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_K6hWyaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YjRXnl2ovM8/s1600/P1050197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808587617880482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_K6hWyaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YjRXnl2ovM8/s400/P1050197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_Kd-krII/AAAAAAAAA_g/gQBWOZAXNB4/s1600/P1050181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808579955797122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_Kd-krII/AAAAAAAAA_g/gQBWOZAXNB4/s400/P1050181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffith Observatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_J_CCdUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JQq6n1bN67U/s1600/P1050190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808571648832834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_J_CCdUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JQq6n1bN67U/s400/P1050190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sit with Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_I6K7hOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/UJ9Q8QOUwbg/s1600/P1050134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808553164080354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_I6K7hOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/UJ9Q8QOUwbg/s400/P1050134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this statue at the Huntington Library, they had tonz of beautiful statue's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_IFitkFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/M1rV-gNYCX8/s1600/P1050120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808539036749906" style="FLOAT: left; 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HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJFDf9EZM-I/AAAAAAAAA-4/-dkcHX3O6lc/s400/P1050112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJFDffK3nCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-aIxN45hRS4/s1600/P1050099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517265226727660578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJFDffK3nCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-aIxN45hRS4/s400/P1050099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/6191000560078127657-52453108039983441?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/52453108039983441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=52453108039983441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/52453108039983441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/52453108039983441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-weekend-adventure.html' title='Our weekend adventure'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TJa_X-gc9BI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nnP2ZPmwIWo/s72-c/P1050209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7685915515914232609</id><published>2010-09-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:36:38.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~This is dedicated to the one I love~ Happy 7th Birthday Gabriel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqbITM5tcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OtZW_6xF-Vg/s1600/P1050272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515391260564239810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqbITM5tcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OtZW_6xF-Vg/s400/P1050272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Gabriel's 7th birthday, I seriously can't believe it! My baby is 7! He has been counting down the weeks for this day. Yesturday when he got home from school he went around the house and collected pictures from when he was a baby and was showing them to me (I love to look at the pictures of him when he was a baby) I asked him how he felt now that he was gonna be 7. His repy was "I don't want to get big mommy I want to be little forever" I think I kinda rubbed off on him cause I don't look forward to their birthdays, they come way too fast and I hate the fact that they grow up so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqbH7oNdUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/IB15YL7aZ7I/s1600/P1050268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515391254236329282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqbH7oNdUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/IB15YL7aZ7I/s400/P1050268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I did the usual routine(the night before their birthdays I tell them the story of their birth) and Gabriel and Bella were just laughing at the story, especially the part when Ryan almost passed out from the epidural. They love listening to their stories of when they were born and I always get all teary eyed because I'm a baby. Then I said my last goodnight to my six year old and took his picture after he fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning he woke up and Ryan made him his favorite breakfast, Rollups. He opened his presents, then off to school. When he walked into his classroom the teacher and all the other kids started singing happy birthday to him, he was a little embarrased, but I thought that was so cute they did that! We took him to lunch at El Sol for his lunch break. And later today when he gets home from school I'm not sure what he wants to do, bowling or chuckecheeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqYtm_KPvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ZsDYGb94CaU/s1600/P1050016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515388602995588850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqYtm_KPvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ZsDYGb94CaU/s400/P1050016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel looove's the army, soldiers, guns! I think he love's it more so now that his friend "Johnny" just &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqX4NhpBMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/cdR1hBIDouw/s1600/P1040921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515387685627823298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqX4NhpBMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/cdR1hBIDouw/s400/P1040921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; left to afganistan(??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel looove's to fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqX3nspUKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/WvHus4_wHoY/s1600/P1040991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515387675473432738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqX3nspUKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/WvHus4_wHoY/s400/P1040991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught him meditating,haha! I think he got this from a movie. He also love's skateboarding, riding his bike, playing soccer, football watching football(like his dad), swimming, love's legos and movie's He walks around with such a great attitude(of course not all the time) he's all about keeping the earth clean and picks up trash off the ground when we are walking into the store or at the park. Yesturday he saw someone throw a piece of paper out the window and pointed it out to me and said "that is very bad mom." Gabriel is healthy concious and doesn't drink soda ever! he says it's poison(he gets that from me and my mom but I still drink soda every once in awhile,I'm not as strong as him) and he is always looking at labels to see if the food has too much sugar, he's so funny! He's always on the go. Never a dull moment with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqX2-2SXdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/iGcpNqsTcr8/s1600/P1040761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515387664508018130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqX2-2SXdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/iGcpNqsTcr8/s400/P1040761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile I will see a glimpse of the past. Gabriel carried around one of these cats since he was a baby and one time we lost it,which was devastating for him I think he was maybe 1 1/2years old, so I was lucky to find them and I bought four just in case we lost anymore. He doesn't carry them around anymore and hasn't for years but every once in awhile he will pull them out and sleep with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky to have him in my life, he is the sweetest little boy. I will never get tired of hearing him tell me every single day: "Mommy guess how much I love you or I love you because..." He melts my heart and make's me laugh everyday with showing me his new dance move's that he makes up, his latest was the rattlesnake dance haha! Happy Birthday Gabriel! I love you with all of my soul. MUAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7685915515914232609?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7685915515914232609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7685915515914232609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7685915515914232609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7685915515914232609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-dedicated-to-one-i-love-happy.html' title='~This is dedicated to the one I love~ Happy 7th Birthday Gabriel!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TIqbITM5tcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OtZW_6xF-Vg/s72-c/P1050272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-9065493003939551884</id><published>2010-07-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:56:56.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kindergarten graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzvAtrW_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/o7gNZmtL66M/s1600/P1030881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685390362631154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzvAtrW_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/o7gNZmtL66M/s400/P1030881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome boy graduated from kindergarten! I can't believe it! When I dropped him off for his last day of school I had to fight the tears because time has gone way too fast and I can't believe he is going on to 1st grade. He had a graduation program which was so fun and cute to watch him sing the songs and they called him up to get his diploma and medal. When they called him up they said his favorite subject in school is recess and that he wanted to be a dad when he grew up. I am so proud of him and I am so grateful to have him in my life, he teaches me new things everyday and I love his endless hugs and kisses and his ever so forgiving little spirit, he has to forgive me more than I want him too. I just love this little man! He is the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzupUU8LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gzgQFHKdkqQ/s1600/P1030852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685384082288818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzupUU8LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gzgQFHKdkqQ/s400/P1030852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzuMZTZEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2wPfPYsV6BY/s1600/P1030859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685376318530626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzuMZTZEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2wPfPYsV6BY/s400/P1030859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my little goofball, he is always making me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzt-dUHaI/AAAAAAAAA64/TRYTWyQu0Gw/s1600/P1030843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685372577258914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzt-dUHaI/AAAAAAAAA64/TRYTWyQu0Gw/s400/P1030843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuztKkVHnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/G-KvbBeD-d0/s1600/P1030808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685358648041074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuztKkVHnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/G-KvbBeD-d0/s400/P1030808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-9065493003939551884?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/9065493003939551884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=9065493003939551884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/9065493003939551884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/9065493003939551884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-kindergarten-graduate.html' title='My kindergarten graduate'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TEuzvAtrW_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/o7gNZmtL66M/s72-c/P1030881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4953785763505638725</id><published>2010-07-08T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:42:17.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for the library...</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the library trying to find a book on parenting(after trying to hold the book online I couldn't remember my password for the life of me) This is the first time I have gone in a long time by myself, I take the kids all the time and go straight to the childrens area. I walk in the library, the adult section and looked at all the isle's and numbers and kinda drew a blank as to how I'm gonna find the book haha! just for a split second I was a little confused but then I remembered to go to the librarian and she could help me. She looked it up and they didn't have it and she put it on hold for me. I wanted to look for some decorating books and found the library catalog and looked up the books, wrote the number 747 on the little piece of paper next to the library catalog and went to look for the books. 747 was where I found them and I started looking through all these books on cooking, home decorating, fashion, sewing, do-it-your self books. I fell in love with the library all over again. I used to love the library as a child and went there all the time. So it totally brought back memories and I am definelty gonna go back and spend more time there.  I love to curl up on a comfy couch with a good book and have a little escape from reality. It's a good thing. I l came home and told Ryan about my experience and he just called me a nerd :) I love him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4953785763505638725?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4953785763505638725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4953785763505638725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4953785763505638725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4953785763505638725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-love-for-library.html' title='My love for the library...'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4227885528339913328</id><published>2010-07-02T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:31:08.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another season of T-ball</title><content type='html'>Gabriel did another season of T-ball, he's getting better at it and he only hit off the Tee maybe 2 times the whole season. It was nice to look forward to go to his games on saturday. He really loved it and would get all into the game, sliding to the bases and diving to get the balls. It's so fun to watch him get better as time went on.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I-O9M4BI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/BjH5eW2DED8/s1600/P1020555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489545967303450642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I-O9M4BI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/BjH5eW2DED8/s400/P1020555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I_x4z4CI/AAAAAAAAA6o/aWTot0QnnhQ/s1600/P1030727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489545993860145186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I_x4z4CI/AAAAAAAAA6o/aWTot0QnnhQ/s400/P1030727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a lot of fun this season.&lt;br /&gt;He jumped in the air at an attempt to catch the ball, it went in his glove but bounced out. I was just so excited that he jumped for it, it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So determined to hit the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I9DC403I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/1Xw7o3d-HxA/s1600/P1030283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489545946926207858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I9DC403I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/1Xw7o3d-HxA/s400/P1030283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I_OQ3g4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/V3n7bvZkKR0/s1600/P1030716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489545984297370498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I_OQ3g4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/V3n7bvZkKR0/s400/P1030716.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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4227885528339913328?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4227885528339913328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4227885528339913328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4227885528339913328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4227885528339913328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-season-of-t-ball.html' title='Another season of T-ball'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC7I-O9M4BI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/BjH5eW2DED8/s72-c/P1020555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2002204146847432953</id><published>2010-07-02T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:02:23.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's first karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_bd0UciI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cMpUfiMReV4/s1600/P1020259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489535474392658466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_bd0UciI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cMpUfiMReV4/s400/P1020259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and I went to karaoke night April 8,2010 at El Rico's Restaurant for our date night. I try to take the kids out to give them one on one with me, I would like to do it more often it's really fun. She sang three songs and she wanted to sing more, she had so much fun and I was very surprised she got up and sang in front of people, well I guess I'm not, she's not scared to have all eyes on her like I am(it terrifies me) . She was a little nervous so she did hold back a little, compared to how she is at home when she sings for us. She sang Miley Cyrus "The Climb" Taylor Swift "Crazier &amp;amp; Forever and always" these are the songs I'm working on with her. I don't sing so I'm gonna have her start to practice with Elise. She always tells me she wants to be on tv, she once told me "Mommy I want to be on the big screen where you go watch movies in the theatre and eat popcorn, and want to be on stage like Taylor Swift"  I love to watch her sing and dance, it's so cute and sometimes she has me cracking up with her dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_aoG31JI/AAAAAAAAA54/jlE9W7MV-fk/s1600/P1020257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489535459974960274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_aoG31JI/AAAAAAAAA54/jlE9W7MV-fk/s400/P1020257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun and she was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_bjpIkOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TbRjByqNOak/s1600/P1020268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489535475956355298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_bjpIkOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TbRjByqNOak/s400/P1020268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly girls having fun!&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/6191000560078127657-2002204146847432953?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2002204146847432953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2002204146847432953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2002204146847432953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2002204146847432953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/07/bellas-first-karaoke.html' title='Bella&apos;s first karaoke'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TC6_bd0UciI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cMpUfiMReV4/s72-c/P1020259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4143419308573254558</id><published>2010-06-29T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:05:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th to me! Life is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPn5J5FdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mHZzuK7I3o0/s1600/DSCI0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488286642680174034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPn5J5FdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mHZzuK7I3o0/s400/DSCI0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I turned 30 on March 19! CRAZY! I thought for sure I would be all depressed and sad but I wasn't, It was a tear free happy fun day. I went to lunch at El Rico's with my favorite people Gabriel, Bella, Jeremiah &amp;amp; Elise(minus Ryan) we had some good food. For dinner Ryan took me to NY pizza, my favorite I love pizza! Had some cake when we got home, the cake was all lit up. I went to lunch with my mom, Monique and Orlando at his restaurant the day before my birthday. I love mexican food too! It was a good birthday but it does suck that I'm in my thirties now! It sounds horrible to say I'm thirty. Oh well life is good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPVF-fbPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/C8OaVHMFMik/s1600/DSCI0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488286319704501490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPVF-fbPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/C8OaVHMFMik/s400/DSCI0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPUjiji7I/AAAAAAAAA44/sQl6ofNSn1I/s1600/DSCI0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488286310460525490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPUjiji7I/AAAAAAAAA44/sQl6ofNSn1I/s400/DSCI0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pigging out on my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPUItDP9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/uSXZrm4Pc9k/s1600/DSCI0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488286303256788946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPUItDP9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/uSXZrm4Pc9k/s400/DSCI0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPTl8a90I/AAAAAAAAA4o/DO79L-Z-7Ns/s1600/DSCI0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488286293926016834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPTl8a90I/AAAAAAAAA4o/DO79L-Z-7Ns/s400/DSCI0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPTO6TusI/AAAAAAAAA4g/JCrA3AB3H5c/s1600/DSCI0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488286287743138498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPTO6TusI/AAAAAAAAA4g/JCrA3AB3H5c/s400/DSCI0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpN4hnDB7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KV2QCcli-30/s1600/DSCI0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488284729394530226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpN4hnDB7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KV2QCcli-30/s400/DSCI0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner with friends at the cheesecake factory for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4143419308573254558?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4143419308573254558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4143419308573254558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4143419308573254558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4143419308573254558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-30th-to-me-life-is-good.html' title='Happy 30th to me! Life is good!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TCpPn5J5FdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mHZzuK7I3o0/s72-c/DSCI0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-248818350391691104</id><published>2010-06-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:31:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst week....EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColVTleDpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IXtyJ4QEDns/s1600/DSCI0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488240143869283986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColVTleDpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IXtyJ4QEDns/s400/DSCI0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of March 8, 2010 was definetly the worst week of my life. I took Jeremiah to the doctor on Monday March 8 after being sick over the weekend with diahrea and vomiting and high fever, this wasn't the first time this year going to the doctor he has already been in and out of the ER and instacare with bronchiolits and colds and just hasn't been able to kick it. So monday morning in the doctors office he had a temperature of 105.1! So Dr. V admitted him to the Mercy Gilbert hospital to look after him with such a high temperature she said he's fighting something and we need to find out what it is. When I took him to the hospital he started to look and feel better and his temperature went down to normal after being given some medicine but kept getting high once the medicine wore off. They did a bunch of swabs, blood tests and xrays but everything was normal while in the meantime Jeremiah wouldn't eat or drink so he got very dehydrated. He was placed in isolation so we were in the room for two days and he couldn't leave the room. They gave him an IV to hydrate him which was soooo sad, I had to hold him down so they could do it, they had to poke him twice. At times he was very happy and jumping around and acting like normal, Ryan even said I don't know why they are keeping him here he seems fine. He still had the fever that kept coming back once the medicine wore off and he was very dehydrated. On tuesday night he pulled out the IV and they wanted to give him another but I really didn't want them too and asked the nurse's to see if the doctor really thought he needed it and he did. So once again I had to hold him down while he was screaming and I'm trying to hold back my tears, the nurse said I could wait outside if I wanted to but yea right like I was going to leave him by himself with strangers that were hurting him. After the first nurse tried twice another nurse tried two more times and still couldn't get a vein they called the doctor and said they should try in the morning. So because they couldn't get the IV in they had to give him an antibiotic that the medicine stung going in(the nurse said). My poor baby was so exhausted after the trial of IV's, he really didn't even have the energy to cry when they gave him the shot he kinda made a whimper then rolled over and fell asleep. That night was a long night, Jeremiah was really congested and started breathing really heavily so throughout the night they had to stick tubes down his nose to suck out the mucous and he was given breathing treatments every few hours which didn't really seem to help. After a looong night the next morning he wasn't any better, he just seemed to worsen and he was struggling to breath, it sounded so wierd and horrible the way he breathed and the Doctor was getting worried and said he needed fluids so once again they put him on the table in this small little room that both I and Jeremiah grew to hate (by this time anyone that got near Jeremiah he would hold on to me tight and scream) the nurse's tried again, two nurse's two poke's each, no vein so they brought in a doppler/radiology machine so they could see his vein and I was told that if anyone could get his vein it would be radiology they tried twice:( still no vein! I was crying by now and I felt so helpless to my little baby boy, the worst feeling ever. All I could think was I'm his mom and he's screaming and I can't help him, he's probally thinking mommy why are you letting them hurt me. My heart ached so much and i kept saying a prayer over and over. This is when all these doctors, nurses, radiology, hospital staff were rushing in and out of this tiny room and standing outside in the hallway. They were coming up to me for support and the hospital religious guy(not sure what he was called,it was a catholic hospital) came and talked to me and said he would say a prayer for Jeremiah, everyone was really nice and showed genuine concern. They were drawing more blood and taking another xray which when they sat him up for the xray he just kinda slumped over and he was so pale. They finally gave him an IV through some kind of shot to the bone in his leg, it was loud and horrible. The doctor said he was in really bad shape and that he needed to be transfered to Phoenix Childrens hospital ICU where she felt was the best place for him now. She still didn't know what was wrong with him because everygthing was coming back normal. She came over to tell me that they were going to place a ventilator on him to breath for him and my heart just dropped, he had to have a machine breathe for him, she said that they weren't saving him but she was really worried that he could crash at any minute and wanted to be ready for that since he was going to be transferred by helicopter. The doctor said Jeremiah was still fighting when they were doing blood tests so she said that was a good sign. She told me that I was handling this pretty well but I felt like my heart was going to explode. Ryan got to the hospital by this time, I called him and told him what was going on and he got there pretty fast which I was so grateful and I just went and hugged him and let it out, I was trying so hard to hold it in but now I had Ryan to be the strong one. Ryan went in and gave him a blessing which I'm so glad he could do that for him, it was such a beautiful blessing and the spirit was so strong that when I looked up the nurse's were crying. While we were waiting for them to get Jeremiah ready to be transferred I called my mom and Ryan's mom to let them know what was going on and told them to tell everyone to pray for Jeremiah. That is what came to my mind to have everyone pray for him, I just knew that the more people that prayed for him he would get better. I text my good friend Sarah from my ward and asked her to send an email to the ward to pray for him. I felt really comforted knowing that all the prayers would help him. So when it came time for Jeremiah to leave, they first told me I could fly with him but then the flight lady came up to me and said we didn't realize what shape he was in and were going to take more people on the helicopter just in case and that they didn't have room for me. Which was soooo horrible! I could only think of the worst that could happen on that helicopter and that I would never see him again, we said goodbye and I touched his little head and hand and gave him a kiss(he was sedated at this time so I couldn't see his blue eyes which made me cry more) My chest felt so heavy and it hurt so bad and I remember looking around at all the people standing around, so many of them, some of them crying and fighting back tears for my baby and I was so worried but a thought came to me and said that I have done all I can, people are praying for him, Ryan gave him a blessing and that he will be ok and I felt really comforted and I just knew he would be ok. The drive to phoenix childrens seemed like forever but Jeremiah made it fine and when we got there the doctor said that she thinks Dr. V made the right decision and that Jeremiah was going to be just fine. It was a little scary when they told me about the ventiliator and that Jeremiah was only breathing 10% on his own but it slowly went up to a 100% well it seemed slow to me but it was only a day and a half that he was on the ventilator. My dad and Ryan gave him another blessing and he had visitors come which was so nice to talk to people and I got to go take a shower in the hospital family area while they were there to stay with him. When he opened his little eyes and looked at me it was like heaven and his eyes were so blue and when they took out the ventilator his little voice was so soft you could barely hear it. Then I finally got to hold him and it was so sweet and I thank God that he was getting stronger and breathing on his own and that I got to take him home on friday. We were so happy to leave the hospital with our little angel. Gabriel and Bella were so happy to see him, I saw them once during the week and I tried not to cry when they asked me how Jeremiah was. Gabriel could tell that I had been crying and he was really worried about Jeremiah and he started to cry so then Bella started to cry too, they love their little brother so much. His pediatrician later told me at his follow up visit that after she left the hospital when he was being tranferred she got in her car and just started crying, she said "I was trying so hard to be strong for you because I'm the doctor but I'm a mother too and Jeremiah really scared me.", I am so grateful for her and her decisions that day. We did find out that he had adenol virus(?) pneumonia and asthma thus the struggling to breath so he has to have an inhaler twice a day and singulair once a day. He hasn't been sick since starting his meds like he was before, always getting sick since he was born, thank goodness! I still have to hold back my tears writing this all but I am so glad he's ok and he's happy and healthy and that I get to hear his sweet little voice everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColU4NXSEI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4n1ze-rNhzI/s1600/DSCI0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488240136520419394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColU4NXSEI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4n1ze-rNhzI/s400/DSCI0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColURCVegI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vTBDzgcpHjI/s1600/DSCI0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488240126005180930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColURCVegI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vTBDzgcpHjI/s400/DSCI0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the machine's he was hooked up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColT822N0I/AAAAAAAAA34/hyVI9wFrHfE/s1600/DSCI0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488240120588285762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColT822N0I/AAAAAAAAA34/hyVI9wFrHfE/s400/DSCI0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet when I got to hold him, it was a long and sleepless week. So glad to take him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-248818350391691104?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/248818350391691104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=248818350391691104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/248818350391691104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/248818350391691104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/06/worst-weekever.html' title='The worst week....EVER!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/TColVTleDpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IXtyJ4QEDns/s72-c/DSCI0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-8922024574407689787</id><published>2010-05-17T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:21:11.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Jeremiah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My little baby boy turned 1 on January 18th! We were planning to have his birthday party at my mom's house and rented a bounce house and had games and food planned but it had rained the whole week before his party and when it rains here in Arizona it rains all day and all night, so my moms backyard was flooded and I didn't think she would appreciate the kids running and playing in the mud puddles then going into her house so I called around a few places but the only place that had anything available was peter piper pizza and I couldn't reschedule cause my inlaws flew in for his party. I love peter piper pizza but on a saturday it was crazy busy! We had fun, Jeremiah's favorite food at the moment is pizza, just like his mom. I did curious george themed party because he is my little monkey. I will most likely do this theme again next year because I have stuff that I bought that I didn't get to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah wasn't walking on his own yet on his birthday, he would walk holding on to things. He is a speed crawler and gets around pretty fast. His vocabulary consists of mama, Bella, no, thank you, here you go. He copy's everything you say if you ask him too, he's so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_HzGqTZtOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HaC4l_hRQ4k/s1600/P1060817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472422317992293602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_HzGqTZtOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HaC4l_hRQ4k/s400/P1060817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_Hy1DoNmAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/djGQ5716FVs/s1600/P1060821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472422015552821250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_Hy1DoNmAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/djGQ5716FVs/s400/P1060821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_H0y3BlVDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/AN_ceMgtIJ4/s1600/P1060881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472424176833090610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_H0y3BlVDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/AN_ceMgtIJ4/s400/P1060881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_H0icZxtZI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DBbPi0Bro8o/s1600/P1060883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472423894808901010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_H0icZxtZI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DBbPi0Bro8o/s400/P1060883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jeremiah's favorite spot, once he see's the dishwasher open he is right there climbing on the door or taking all the dishes out and handing them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_H3gZgMKNI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XINDYZkBoWk/s1600/P1060878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472427158205638866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_H3gZgMKNI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XINDYZkBoWk/s400/P1060878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor little guy spent the month of january(his birthday month) trying to get over his bronchiolitis. We went to the dr's, instacare and ER, it took him awhile to get over it. He got this when he was 3months. I hate the winter season, my kids always get sick!&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/6191000560078127657-8922024574407689787?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/8922024574407689787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=8922024574407689787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8922024574407689787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8922024574407689787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-1st-birthday-jeremiah.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Jeremiah!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S_HzGqTZtOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HaC4l_hRQ4k/s72-c/P1060817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3716174635713875395</id><published>2010-04-16T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:25:12.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PF Changs Marathon January 17, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8ixWYr57MI/AAAAAAAAA24/kv0YUfb1Yao/s1600/P1060743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460809546328566978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8ixWYr57MI/AAAAAAAAA24/kv0YUfb1Yao/s400/P1060743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosa, Leah &amp;amp; I ran the pf changs marathon in January. All those months of a strict diet and training so many hours came all down to this day. Rosa flew in on friday, we went to the expo on saturday to pick up our race gear and we parked close to the expo we thought, but we couldn't find it surprise surprise, so we are walking around trying to figure out how to get to the right building. We came to this dead end, then some gate's opened up and some worker walked through the gate's and Rosa said lets go through there so we started running to get through the gates before they closed. so we started walking around and realized we were in the loading dock area that was all gated off and the only way to get out was if you had a key. So while we were trying to figure out how to get out of this place (we were thinking of jumping over the brick wall) some employee showed up and let us through, thank goodness otherwise I could see myself trying to jump over the wall and falling on my face. After the expo we went to go load up on carbs at Olive Garden, my favorite! Went and hung out with the family and slept at my mom's house because my little Jeremiah wake's up still so I needed to get my sleep for the race. Even though it was hard to fall asleep and stay asleep, my mind was racing about what it would be like to run the marathon. I was so nervous for a lot of things: I hope we get there with plenty of time, I hope I ate the right foods, I hope I can do this, can i do this?, I hope I don't hurt myself, I hope my legs don't give out on me,I need to get good sleep but why can't I fall asleep, and I was so nervous of "hitting the brick wall". I even had dreams about the race. I woke up before my alarm went off, got all my gear on, went over and over to make sure I wasn't going to forget anything. Brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom said my prayers, ate some toast and we were out the door. My sister-in-law Leah, her dad was nice enough to drive us to the race. We had our maps of where the drop off was and we got a little lost, whether the map was wrong or we were it was still nerve wrecking cuz all of us girls were kinda flipping out at Joe(he says) we finally found the drop off, and Leah whose time was starting before Rosa and I took off running. Me and Rosa just tried to remain calm, we both needed to go to the bathroom so we found the outhouses with a huge line, thank goodness people let us in front of them because we were running the marathon not the half(the marathon started first) So while we are waiting in line we see Leah running past us from the other outhouses and the look on her face was panic, Me and Rosa started busting up laughing! It was so funny! So we made our way to the start line and there was music and people talking, I recognized some guy up on the stage talking and then realized it was John McCain wishing all the runners good luck, so much excitement! Rosa and I ran the first 9 miles together but she is a faster runner than I am so I didn't want to overwork myself because I know I would pay for it later so I told her to just go. It was such a fun race because there was a band at every mile and cheeleaders too. I felt really good up until mile 20, my legs started to cramp up really bad so I had to stop and rub them out. Stopping made them hurt worse but yet they were killing me when I was running and I was really tired. I started to doubt myself and was thinking why am I doing this, it is sooo hard, I just want to give up but I didn't I just prayed and thought about what Rosa told me when we were running in the beginning of the race "We are kings of our souls" and I also thought about what I put on my vision board for this years resolutions, my motto for the year"Be Victorious" So after thinking like this it didn't get any easier but I started feeling happier and goofy, I started singing and probally staggering back and forth but I made it to the finish line(4:48) and it was the most amazing feeling ever! Just a feeling of accomplishment, doing something that I thought I could never do was so empowering. I felt like I can conquer anything that come's my way. It was so nice to have family there at the finish line waiting for me. I definetly would recommend everyone running a marathon it's the most amazing feeling ever and you get to experience all these emotions in such a little amount of time. It also was so cool to think that 1year ago I was doing another kind of marathon, giving birth to my sweet Jeremiah 1-18-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8iw3vYSH-I/AAAAAAAAA2o/3rl_6jxYAcI/s1600/P1060741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460809019844337634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8iw3vYSH-I/AAAAAAAAA2o/3rl_6jxYAcI/s400/P1060741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8iw3GpMPkI/AAAAAAAAA2g/woZmrjloRew/s1600/P1060731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460809008909401666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8iw3GpMPkI/AAAAAAAAA2g/woZmrjloRew/s400/P1060731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8iw2gcElMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5qfKkHJg3TI/s1600/P1060721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460808998653826242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8iw2gcElMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5qfKkHJg3TI/s400/P1060721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3716174635713875395?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3716174635713875395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3716174635713875395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3716174635713875395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3716174635713875395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/04/pf-changs-marathon-january-17-2010.html' title='PF Changs Marathon January 17, 2010'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S8ixWYr57MI/AAAAAAAAA24/kv0YUfb1Yao/s72-c/P1060743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1932840058982546103</id><published>2010-02-18T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:41:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SNOW.... So beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34fZThM_CI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YsOPlBWrQms/s1600-h/P1060205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439819919506865186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34fZThM_CI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YsOPlBWrQms/s400/P1060205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends Terri &amp;amp; Shawn invited us up to their cabin in Pinetop the week of New Years Eve. The kids were sooooo excited to see the snow, it was their first time. Gabriel absolutely loved the snow! He didn't want to come inside, he would have stayed out and played all day but I was cold. It was fun, I haven't seen the snow for 4-5years so it was really nice. Bella played outside for about 20minutes then she was done, she said it was too cold. We went sledding twice and that was a blast! I loved watching Gabriel drag the sled up the hill and going down, he finally just started sliding down in his snowsuit,he thought it was the coolest thing and couldn't stop laughing. Bella played for a little bit then went in the car and watched Hannah Montana. It was a lot more scarier then I remember going down those hills, I guess when your a kid you have no fear. I did go to the top and went down, I was so scared of falling off but I never did. I just went on the tube's or the airmattress's, they are a lot smoother then the plastic sleds (those one's just throw you around, I saw kids wiping out big time and getting back up and going again.CRAZY!) The mountains were beautiful, it started snowing when we were up sledding and it was gorgeous. It was nice to go to the snow but even nicer to come home to warmer weather. I have alot more picture's which I'm going to post on my facebook so check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34eelQ_0OI/AAAAAAAAA1w/V1egY8O3Gxk/s1600-h/P1060237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439818910658449634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34eelQ_0OI/AAAAAAAAA1w/V1egY8O3Gxk/s400/P1060237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34edvGaW7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/2yf1HohtqlM/s1600-h/P1060201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439818896118537138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34edvGaW7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/2yf1HohtqlM/s400/P1060201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34dBRTqONI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XheRuHNb5F4/s1600-h/P1060232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439817307573074130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34dBRTqONI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XheRuHNb5F4/s400/P1060232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34dBKDJ02I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/K17aUFvWYQw/s1600-h/P1060151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439817305624793954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34dBKDJ02I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/K17aUFvWYQw/s400/P1060151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34dAv2vdkI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/HvaqoYkzKSg/s1600-h/P1060135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439817298593412674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34dAv2vdkI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/HvaqoYkzKSg/s400/P1060135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making a snowmen, they never finished the snow was too powdery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow ANGEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34c_d8SQOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/D28nsUNd1ho/s1600-h/P1060128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439817276604956898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34c_d8SQOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/D28nsUNd1ho/s400/P1060128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34jdDRzDBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xGbAs4UkE0o/s1600-h/P1060132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439824381913271314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34jdDRzDBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xGbAs4UkE0o/s400/P1060132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to touch the snow and got frustrated cause he couldn't because of his gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1932840058982546103?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1932840058982546103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1932840058982546103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1932840058982546103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1932840058982546103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-so-beautiful.html' title='THE SNOW.... So beautiful!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34fZThM_CI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YsOPlBWrQms/s72-c/P1060205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5705212368886298304</id><published>2010-02-18T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:52:44.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TdCdbKFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RqW643ziI0g/s1600-h/P1060095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806789507557458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TdCdbKFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RqW643ziI0g/s400/P1060095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On christmas eve we got home about 11pm so Bella and Jeremiah fell asleep on the way home &amp;amp; Gabriel put some cookies out for santa, he was so excited. Of course christmas morning Ryan &amp;amp; I were the first one's awake, we are just so excited for the kids so around 8am we finally woke up the kids (our kids have never woken up before us on christmas, it's crazy cause Ryan &amp;amp; I remember when we were kids how we couldn't sleep and then we used to wake up so early, maybe when they are a little older they will do that). They were so excited opening their presents. Poor little Jeremiah was sick so he wanted to go back to bed. Gabriel was so happy to get his Nintendo DS and Bella got her barbie townhouse(it's so fun!) I kept taking Gabriel's nintendo ds from him and he told me I need to get my own, it's pretty fun to play with. After opening presents and playing for awhile we went to my mom's house for my dad's breakfast, he make's the best waffles! We hung out there for awhile went home and took naps and played some more then back to my mom's house for our Christmas dinner. I can't believe another christmas has passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TPhzIaEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1yZBnAuOxYM/s1600-h/P1060049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806557401933890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TPhzIaEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1yZBnAuOxYM/s400/P1060049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you find Jeremiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TO16JKqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/FJ3hminr0y4/s1600-h/P1060037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806545620183714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TO16JKqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/FJ3hminr0y4/s400/P1060037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little guy was sick on his first christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TOQmznRI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nNU1lhKoRYo/s1600-h/P1060060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34WouUnDvI/AAAAAAAAA04/LqQ5A3BC5u0/s1600-h/P1060061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439810288795193074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34WouUnDvI/AAAAAAAAA04/LqQ5A3BC5u0/s400/P1060061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TNyPRh3I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rzTplzZOCVA/s1600-h/P1060023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806527455201138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TNyPRh3I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rzTplzZOCVA/s400/P1060023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so happy, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TNeaSJyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3JIe6mrTUuY/s1600-h/P1060001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806522132670242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TNeaSJyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3JIe6mrTUuY/s400/P1060001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella was still half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5705212368886298304?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5705212368886298304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5705212368886298304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5705212368886298304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5705212368886298304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day.'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34TdCdbKFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RqW643ziI0g/s72-c/P1060095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3249028512545149439</id><published>2010-02-18T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:18:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>We spent christmas eve at my mom's house of course eating yummy food. We did a nativity scene with the kids but it was hard to get our kids to sit still. They were still so cute, they sang the nativity song and Bella memorized her little part and sang it so dang cute with no fear.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NsSDM8HI/AAAAAAAAA0A/m588Y_xZuUM/s1600-h/P1050986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439800454320812146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NsSDM8HI/AAAAAAAAA0A/m588Y_xZuUM/s400/P1050986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We always have a little talent show too which is so fun to watch everyone. Abish played the piano, Marisol sang a song, Abuelo sang a song of course(he's so cute) Alessia played the violin, Gianni and Bella sang.&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is me and my siblings. My little brother on the far right Gabriel is only 14 and I think he is going to pass us all up. He's already taller than me! No fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Nr948syI/AAAAAAAAAz4/exorXXyAu8o/s1600-h/P1050944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439800448909095714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Nr948syI/AAAAAAAAAz4/exorXXyAu8o/s400/P1050944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella was the angel and here she is singing her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Nq2P96QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/G34owKkWMuE/s1600-h/P1050913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439800429678291202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Nq2P96QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/G34owKkWMuE/s400/P1050913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NqH8rahI/AAAAAAAAAzo/jPwp8mqSncY/s1600-h/P1050910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439800417249356306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NqH8rahI/AAAAAAAAAzo/jPwp8mqSncY/s400/P1050910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NpEcVcDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/li5zW-DndHc/s1600-h/P1050904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439800399128522802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NpEcVcDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/li5zW-DndHc/s400/P1050904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3249028512545149439?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3249028512545149439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3249028512545149439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3249028512545149439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3249028512545149439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34NsSDM8HI/AAAAAAAAA0A/m588Y_xZuUM/s72-c/P1050986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7117816650241040508</id><published>2010-02-18T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:50:28.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Programs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34IwfVm3_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/4TbIz6uw6Uo/s1600-h/P1050825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439795029049008114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34IwfVm3_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/4TbIz6uw6Uo/s400/P1050825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Gabriel and Bella had Christmas programs and they were so fun to watch. Gabriel's class sang a song about a donkey (I never heard it before) it was really cute, he was a little nervous, he did sing some of the songs but he's not the singing type and he's more like me, he doesn't like to speak  in front of people(it's so scary) Bella sang and danced to a couple of songs, she was shy at first but then she started to feel a little more comforable after the first song. She's the opposite of me, she love's to sing and dance for people. She love's to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Hl2XRNWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Nq0nmWM2r5w/s1600-h/P1050824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439793746739803490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Hl2XRNWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Nq0nmWM2r5w/s400/P1050824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34HlSbo42I/AAAAAAAAAzA/eOJ2aCBlz9A/s1600-h/P1050806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439793737094456162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34HlSbo42I/AAAAAAAAAzA/eOJ2aCBlz9A/s400/P1050806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Hk0X1FZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tPwN--GQe7E/s1600-h/P1050797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439793729025414546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34Hk0X1FZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tPwN--GQe7E/s400/P1050797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7117816650241040508?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7117816650241040508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7117816650241040508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7117816650241040508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7117816650241040508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-programs.html' title='Christmas Programs'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S34IwfVm3_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/4TbIz6uw6Uo/s72-c/P1050825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3107111419326573899</id><published>2010-01-30T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:23:18.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UgLi8yhCI/AAAAAAAAAyw/CsF0IIUp92Q/s1600-h/December09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UgLi8yhCI/AAAAAAAAAyw/CsF0IIUp92Q/s400/December09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the temple with the family a couple of weeks before chistmas, it's always fun to see the nativity and look at all the beautiful lights and hear the choir. It was a cold night but we were all bundled up in our warm cloths. After we went to my mom's house and had her hot cinnamon tea to warm up. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3107111419326573899?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3107111419326573899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3107111419326573899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3107111419326573899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3107111419326573899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-at-temple.html' title='A night at the temple'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UgLi8yhCI/AAAAAAAAAyw/CsF0IIUp92Q/s72-c/December09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-977994792491322249</id><published>2010-01-30T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:11:42.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUFCid0VI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HGNNVMWcSys/s1600-h/P1050694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432770602305704274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUFCid0VI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HGNNVMWcSys/s400/P1050694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUEd6R42I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Rn70TrFeFVw/s1600-h/P1050697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432770592473473890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUEd6R42I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Rn70TrFeFVw/s400/P1050697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is always so busy and fun. The kids had fun decorating the tree, they took all the ornaments out and put them all on the tree, well as far as they could reach. They took out all the decorations and put them all on the coffee table's, they were covered with cookie jar's (that I have gotten as gifts over the year) santa clause's, peguins and a bunch of other christmas decorations. They were so proud of themselve's, I think we only broke two ornaments from Bella and of course Jeremiah. I left it like that for a couple of days then I went and evened out the ornaments and put a few decorations away. Jeremiah loved the ornaments on the tree, he would keep hitting them like they were punching bags and he loved crawling under the christmas tree and hanging out there, that was his spot all month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between our church party and my mom's church party, the mall and school parties we saw Santa like four or five times, maybe more. They could go see him everyday, they wanted to make sure he knew what they wanted for christmas. Gabriel asked for a nintendo DS and Bella asked for a barbie townhouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUDxCiGxI/AAAAAAAAAyY/b8fvt-dmTeg/s1600-h/P1050684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432770580428495634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUDxCiGxI/AAAAAAAAAyY/b8fvt-dmTeg/s400/P1050684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUDBE0ZXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hJlMdZ7ECiA/s1600-h/P1050666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432770567553181042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUDBE0ZXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hJlMdZ7ECiA/s400/P1050666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite spot for the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUCTWO4NI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ugIeNP1sJ_g/s1600-h/P1050655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432770555278188754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUCTWO4NI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ugIeNP1sJ_g/s400/P1050655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we decorate a few ornaments and hang them on the tree. I love to look at all the ornaments from the previous years. It kinda make's me sad to see how many we have done already, It make's me realize how fast the years go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URLWr-ieI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UcR6tHduU2U/s1600-h/P1050646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432767412258638306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URLWr-ieI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UcR6tHduU2U/s400/P1050646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URKtX1ncI/AAAAAAAAAx4/f7ks7Ahhcy4/s1600-h/P1050633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432767401168313794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URKtX1ncI/AAAAAAAAAx4/f7ks7Ahhcy4/s400/P1050633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the gingerbread house, the kids loved eating all the candy and frosting. All month they kept asking to to eat the gingerbread house but we saved it till after christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URKGXDRlI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yl8lh-GJzUE/s1600-h/P1050621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432767390696031826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URKGXDRlI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yl8lh-GJzUE/s400/P1050621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URJc1O1RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7q6NYSE0iNM/s1600-h/P1050604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432767379548329234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URJc1O1RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7q6NYSE0iNM/s400/P1050604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URI9dHGQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tdP7Lko5a4I/s1600-h/P1050596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432767371125659906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2URI9dHGQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tdP7Lko5a4I/s400/P1050596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jeremiah gets a hold of the wipies he'll just pull them out one after the other until somebody stops him or they are all gone so we have to put these somewhere where he can't get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The helmet he's wearing is for a flat head( I can't remember the medical term for what it is called) He has torticollis in his neck which is a tight muscle in his neck that he was born with. So since he was born he would only lay on one side of his head because the other side was too uncomfortable for him so that's how he got the flat head. He did have to go to physical therapy for the tight neck muscle so that got better. His head looked kinda funky so this is why he wore the helmet and it corrects his flatness. He adapted to it pretty easy, got a couple of sore's at first but he did pretty good with it. It was hard for me I have to say because I'm used to taking him out and everybody would always comment on how cute he was but when we went out with this on him people would look at him then look away real fast, it made me so sad but that's ok cause I thought he was still so cute with it on.He wore it for 2 1/2 months and it did help, his head doesn't look so wierd. Of course Ryan added the dolphin stripes and logo to it. It was cute! All his little cousins asked why he was wearing the helmet and we would tell them he's a football player or a sumo wrestler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/6191000560078127657-977994792491322249?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/977994792491322249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=977994792491322249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/977994792491322249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/977994792491322249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/december.html' title='DECEMBER'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S2UUFCid0VI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HGNNVMWcSys/s72-c/P1050694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3489718116639157971</id><published>2010-01-24T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:43:37.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10rfgzooYI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Mr3DrW0pgBY/s1600-h/P1050521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430544546061132162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10rfgzooYI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Mr3DrW0pgBY/s400/P1050521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl turned 4 on November 15th, I can't believe it! On her birthday she opened her presents, ate breakfast then I took her to Glitterbox to have her hair done. She loved it, I have never seen her talk so much to a stranger. She was going on and on to the girl doing her hair, normally she is so shy but she was having so much fun. She got to pick out a dress and some lipgloss. She got the little black and pink dress she is wearing in these pictures. We had her birthday party the following saturday. We rented the princess bounce castle which all the kids had a blast. The girls made a necklace, they loved it! We had a pinata,ate cake and opened presents. It was so much fun, I can't believe how fast she has grown. She thinks she's such a big girl now that she is four. She can't wait to "be big like me" she say's but I tell her to just be happy being a little girl cause when she's big she won't be with me anymore and that made her a little sad.  I think she wants to be grown up just so she can wear makeup and paint her fingernails. It will come way too fast for me but I'm sure it will drag on for her. I don't even like to think about the future and when she's older it make's me sad so I just enjoy now and every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10rfJfhwJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AF7-_cCRIRQ/s1600-h/P1050511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430544539802779794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10rfJfhwJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AF7-_cCRIRQ/s400/P1050511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10relSZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/YztvihNJWWo/s1600-h/P1050501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430544530084060770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10relSZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/YztvihNJWWo/s400/P1050501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10reBayckI/AAAAAAAAAxA/PNPVTjxl2V8/s1600-h/P1050488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430544520455549506" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10pvip4gGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0_hm3nIHjC8/s400/P1050413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10pvN6TgjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/K0ngqH8hKeQ/s1600-h/P1050407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430542616843485746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10pvN6TgjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/K0ngqH8hKeQ/s400/P1050407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10puo18QpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/x5w0iA22-_4/s1600-h/P1050399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430542606893073042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10puo18QpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/x5w0iA22-_4/s400/P1050399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10puTobSBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RNTpze0LGZA/s1600-h/P1050392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430542601199241234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10puTobSBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RNTpze0LGZA/s400/P1050392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/6191000560078127657-3489718116639157971?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3489718116639157971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3489718116639157971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3489718116639157971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3489718116639157971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-bella.html' title='Happy Birthday Bella!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10rfgzooYI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Mr3DrW0pgBY/s72-c/P1050521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-6282015349335040183</id><published>2010-01-24T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:08:13.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are how we spend our days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah + Spagetti= Giggle's, Smile's and a bath&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10i-bQBlNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/fAIi5sdvt2I/s1600-h/P1050457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430535181540889810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10i-bQBlNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/fAIi5sdvt2I/s400/P1050457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was having so much fun eating and playing with his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10i9Tao-PI/AAAAAAAAAvg/F6eBPLcrxXQ/s1600-h/P1050461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430535162258061554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10i9Tao-PI/AAAAAAAAAvg/F6eBPLcrxXQ/s400/P1050461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where me and Bella spend our mornings getting dressed. It's a challenge sometimes to do her hair cause her head is very sensitive and I guess it depends on what mood she is in. We have a lot of fun! On this day we were getting ready for our Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10liEYWPfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/V4RqBgumMLQ/s1600-h/P1050577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430537992900328946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10liEYWPfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/V4RqBgumMLQ/s400/P1050577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gNbfAvoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/H6olrbTiPb4/s1600-h/P1050319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430532140766903938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gNbfAvoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/H6olrbTiPb4/s400/P1050319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad! We had dinner at our house outside on this perfect November night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gMV6ISSI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jQ4ht5XrmF0/s1600-h/P1050273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430532122090162466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gMV6ISSI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jQ4ht5XrmF0/s400/P1050273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel tried really hard to make his little friend Anni laugh but she would just stare at him and roll her eyes. It was so funny! Finally he got a laugh out of her and she wouldn't stop laughing at him. It was so fun to just watch him attempt to make her laugh,he didn't give up until he succeeded, he's love's to be funny and make people laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gM29gH4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/aTvL7Eva4CU/s1600-h/P1050274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430532130962677634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gM29gH4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/aTvL7Eva4CU/s400/P1050274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gMDsPxxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HDQkYAYOoWU/s1600-h/P1050260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430532117200094994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10gMDsPxxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HDQkYAYOoWU/s400/P1050260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's veteren's day program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-6282015349335040183?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/6282015349335040183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=6282015349335040183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6282015349335040183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6282015349335040183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-are-how-we-spend-our-days.html' title='These are how we spend our days.'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10i-bQBlNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/fAIi5sdvt2I/s72-c/P1050457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7336713632457991160</id><published>2010-01-24T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:26:54.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cR-362xI/AAAAAAAAAuo/dBe-Ioilses/s1600-h/P1050237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527820939582226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cR-362xI/AAAAAAAAAuo/dBe-Ioilses/s400/P1050237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween! My three little cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10dCpLwSeI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vrFKATtQ7DE/s1600-h/P1050199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430528656930785762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10dCpLwSeI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vrFKATtQ7DE/s400/P1050199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cRXPBcHI/AAAAAAAAAug/__LEgSEBF4w/s1600-h/P1050222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527810299064434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cRXPBcHI/AAAAAAAAAug/__LEgSEBF4w/s400/P1050222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cQ0qj06I/AAAAAAAAAuY/grEpiTHmrRs/s1600-h/P1050214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527801019323298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cQ0qj06I/AAAAAAAAAuY/grEpiTHmrRs/s400/P1050214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Bella's dance move's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cQgtZD4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9JX4jOTizqg/s1600-h/P1050203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527795662491522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cQgtZD4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9JX4jOTizqg/s400/P1050203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing monster mash freeze tag, this was their favorite, they played this one over and over.&lt;br /&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/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z8AcR58I/AAAAAAAAAuA/Rr6c3vv1Zpg/s1600-h/P1050174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430525244380145602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z8AcR58I/AAAAAAAAAuA/Rr6c3vv1Zpg/s400/P1050174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I think this is why Bella was scared to sleep by herself for the next month. This guys house was all decked out for halloween, he was jumping out and scaring all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z7sfwyJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5JD1uCC7o9c/s1600-h/P1050154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430525239026043026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z7sfwyJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5JD1uCC7o9c/s400/P1050154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ninja's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z7G7-OUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/A3aeSIlLc-w/s1600-h/P1050160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430525228943817026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z7G7-OUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/A3aeSIlLc-w/s400/P1050160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z6lXngsI/AAAAAAAAAto/QDNxywyQXPw/s1600-h/P1050148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430525219932963522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Z6lXngsI/AAAAAAAAAto/QDNxywyQXPw/s400/P1050148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fairy Godmother, Cinderella and the Grim Reaper trick-or-treating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a Halloween party at my mom's house. We had the traditional chili, breadsticks and a whole bunch of junk food. We played musical chairs, potato sack race's, monster mash freeze tag, hot potato(the kids could go on forever playing games) and watched scary movies. It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UueM9edI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-I-y9I82yi4/s1600-h/P1050134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430519514292648402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UueM9edI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-I-y9I82yi4/s400/P1050134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Bella &amp;amp; Sicily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Ut7j_bSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4SZxN6Sv2hg/s1600-h/P1050133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430519504994004258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10Ut7j_bSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4SZxN6Sv2hg/s400/P1050133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah was just staring at Ryan, he's too little to be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UtUY9tKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/afptqUf444g/s1600-h/P1050027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430519494478771362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UtUY9tKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/afptqUf444g/s400/P1050027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UtKFlZhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/oMkI1On_JbM/s1600-h/P1050019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430519491713132050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UtKFlZhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/oMkI1On_JbM/s400/P1050019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UsuCev6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/jiHXCONiLag/s1600-h/P1050018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430519484183920546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10UsuCev6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/jiHXCONiLag/s400/P1050018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the pumpkin patch searching for the perfect pumpkins. It was a hot day when we went to the pumpkin patch and the kids had so much fun picking out their own pumkins. The kids painted them first then a few days before halloween we carved them. Bella and Gabriel both carved theirs on their own, I was pretty impressed Bella did this by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7336713632457991160?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7336713632457991160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7336713632457991160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7336713632457991160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7336713632457991160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/S10cR-362xI/AAAAAAAAAuo/dBe-Ioilses/s72-c/P1050237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5808141882113123852</id><published>2010-01-24T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:38:31.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating my blog</title><content type='html'>We finally figured out that our internet has been the problem, that's why i haven't been able to update my blog. So I will be updating from when I left off. It's been awhile and this is like my journal, I heard you could print your blog into a book so I want to do that. So here goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5808141882113123852?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5808141882113123852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5808141882113123852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5808141882113123852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5808141882113123852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating-my-blog.html' title='Updating my blog'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5561892529845328375</id><published>2010-01-04T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:41:53.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the hunt for our song of the year...</title><content type='html'>Since 2007 Ryan and I have chosen our song of the year. The first song was "your guardian angel" by the red jumpsuit, 2nd was "Love the way" by five times august,  3rd "Then" by Brad Paisley. So we are looking once again, it has to be a song we have never heard so if anyone knows of any good love song's send them my way. I know we are cheesy but I love to do this every year, it's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5561892529845328375?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5561892529845328375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5561892529845328375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5561892529845328375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5561892529845328375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-hunt-for-our-song-of-year.html' title='on the hunt for our song of the year...'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5587410935980806528</id><published>2009-11-25T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:32:40.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel's Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1TwM4PA-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/bOPrzmjPYy8/s1600/P1050063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408070815097750498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1TwM4PA-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/bOPrzmjPYy8/s400/P1050063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel is in baseball and he love's it. He has a game every saturday, it's so fun that we have something to look forward to do as a family on saturday's. The season is almost over but he will play again in the spring. He really wants to play football but it makes me so nervous. I talked to one mom and she said on her son's league one boy was paralyzed and there have been some broken bone's also. That freaks me out! That doesn't sound like fun to me but he probally will play in the fall, that's his favorite sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1Th5F2RaI/AAAAAAAAAso/tBJ9DR8bOe0/s1600/P1050296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408070569267971490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1Th5F2RaI/AAAAAAAAAso/tBJ9DR8bOe0/s400/P1050296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1OY4sD8GI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ndCJZzxKOOg/s1600/P1050046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408064916982853730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1OY4sD8GI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ndCJZzxKOOg/s400/P1050046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1OYiHFFqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qyz-ehFxU5I/s1600/P1050043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408064910922159778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1OYiHFFqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qyz-ehFxU5I/s400/P1050043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1N6QBrJGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/AmgVUD3hNY0/s1600/P1050040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408064390671574114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1N6QBrJGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/AmgVUD3hNY0/s400/P1050040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5587410935980806528?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5587410935980806528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5587410935980806528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5587410935980806528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5587410935980806528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/11/gabriels-baseball.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s Baseball'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sw1TwM4PA-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/bOPrzmjPYy8/s72-c/P1050063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2277624185193684853</id><published>2009-11-16T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:29:52.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't post pic's!!</title><content type='html'>For some reason I can't post any pic's on my blog or facebook. I am so frustrated cause I don't get much time to get on here and when I do my computer is screwed up. I'll figure it out eventually or Ryan will. So picture's are soon to come. On another note I'm excited for New Moon to come out this week! I Can't wait to see it. So I finally reached 20miles last week in my training for Rock N Roll Marathon, I never thought I could run that much! It was such an amazing feeling to finish that! I love running on saturday's there are so many people out running or riding bike's and everyone is happy everyone say's hi, wave's or smile's at everyone, definetly different than your everyday life when people avoid eye contact or are in such a rush and so grumpy. That's a bonus to running saturday morning, smiling is contagious, I love it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2277624185193684853?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2277624185193684853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2277624185193684853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2277624185193684853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2277624185193684853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-post-pics.html' title='I can&apos;t post pic&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-419155412862369722</id><published>2009-10-19T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:26:56.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAD PAISLEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St07ji2z5_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/uQkWzZ9-X6g/s1600-h/Brad+Paisley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St07ji2z5_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/uQkWzZ9-X6g/s400/Brad+Paisley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-419155412862369722?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/419155412862369722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=419155412862369722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/419155412862369722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/419155412862369722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/10/brad-paisley.html' title='BRAD PAISLEY'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St07ji2z5_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/uQkWzZ9-X6g/s72-c/Brad+Paisley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1107545717653900963</id><published>2009-10-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:27:53.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Paisley 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06nI6kdbI/AAAAAAAAAr4/GcZH3hVPWpY/s1600-h/P1040757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532372742174130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06nI6kdbI/AAAAAAAAAr4/GcZH3hVPWpY/s400/P1040757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06mSf1pnI/AAAAAAAAArw/gQ0n2JHR15w/s1600-h/P1040728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532358134539890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06mSf1pnI/AAAAAAAAArw/gQ0n2JHR15w/s400/P1040728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06mD4CjOI/AAAAAAAAAro/8HTlLy6XB_Q/s1600-h/P1040693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532354209516770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06mD4CjOI/AAAAAAAAAro/8HTlLy6XB_Q/s400/P1040693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06llFZjjI/AAAAAAAAArg/Xg6V3zDXPU4/s1600-h/P1040738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532345944051250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06llFZjjI/AAAAAAAAArg/Xg6V3zDXPU4/s400/P1040738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06k8AFP2I/AAAAAAAAArY/DmipsbyHUP0/s1600-h/P1040634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532334915895138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06k8AFP2I/AAAAAAAAArY/DmipsbyHUP0/s400/P1040634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Brad Paisley October 1st. Ryan surprised me with 4th row tickets. After Jimmy Wayne and Dierks Bentley played they let us move right next to the stage! Brad Paisley walked right past us so many time's and every time he did me and a whole bunch of other girls touched his leg. It was so much fun! we were right next to the speaker so sometimes we couldn't hear him sing but I'm not complaining it was amazing! Jimmy Wayne went crowd surfing right where we were, there's a picture in the collage, my hands are the one's with the green nails and Ryan's are the other one's. We had so much fun! &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/6191000560078127657-1107545717653900963?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1107545717653900963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1107545717653900963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1107545717653900963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1107545717653900963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/10/brad-paisley-2009.html' title='Brad Paisley 2009'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/St06nI6kdbI/AAAAAAAAAr4/GcZH3hVPWpY/s72-c/P1040757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2432738057661175072</id><published>2009-10-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:26:52.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain old fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/StzZmkWVILI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jpK4yYzIZBs/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/StzZmkWVILI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jpK4yYzIZBs/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here's a few moments out of my three little monkey's live's. Jeremiah playing in Gabriel's jeep, he couldn't reach the pedal yet but he sure loved pushing all the buttons and dancing to the music(he bounce's everytime he hears music) Bella dancing to the Hannah Montana movie which she absolutely loved! Gabriel fishing at the pond, he could stay there all day if I let him. Oh and of course dancing in the rain, I wish I could be little again no worries and playing all day! I love to live in these moments with them and watch them grow they are so amazing!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2432738057661175072?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2432738057661175072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2432738057661175072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2432738057661175072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2432738057661175072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-plain-old-fun.html' title='Just plain old fun!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/StzZmkWVILI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jpK4yYzIZBs/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-6770686407964575620</id><published>2009-10-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:35:22.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Gabriel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZmF8U7UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/eABVVGYdwvQ/s1600-h/P1040518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388444358881373506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZmF8U7UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/eABVVGYdwvQ/s400/P1040518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man turned 6 on September 10th! I can't believe it! He woke up and opened presents, went to school then we had dinner at the cheesecake factory then went bowling, he love's to bowl. We had his pirate birthday party that weekend. The kids had so much fun, they went on a treasure hunt. Gabriel is getting so big too fast, I can't believe it! He love's to go swimming and is really good at it, love's to play XBOX(thanks to Ryan he love's Halo) love's guns, fishing, playing football, baseball, riding his bike and of course playing tackle with his dad. He is so full of energy and I love having him in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZlk0wrTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hwH-U81vO0w/s1600-h/P1040415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388444349991267634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZlk0wrTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hwH-U81vO0w/s400/P1040415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZRgt4mMI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-MHPIPDRK1o/s1600-h/sept09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388444005291301058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZRgt4mMI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-MHPIPDRK1o/s400/sept09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-6770686407964575620?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/6770686407964575620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=6770686407964575620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6770686407964575620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6770686407964575620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-6th-birthday-gabriel.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Gabriel!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SseZmF8U7UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/eABVVGYdwvQ/s72-c/P1040518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3855234693998646886</id><published>2009-09-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:09:04.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we are up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFJmhxPMQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/H8awEegBXvY/s1600-h/P1040102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377660356305826050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFJmhxPMQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/H8awEegBXvY/s400/P1040102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDjIpM7AI/AAAAAAAAAog/I9Z0F0UpWMM/s1600-h/P1040107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653700951862274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDjIpM7AI/AAAAAAAAAog/I9Z0F0UpWMM/s400/P1040107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So football season has started already and you know how much Ryan love's the Dolphins so this is one sunday where they were all in their football jersey's watching the game. "This is the year" Ryan tells me, he's said this every year since I have met him(12years) I hope this year really is the year. Jeremiah is 7 1/2 months old already! He's crawling everywhere, he's been doing it for about 3weeks now. He's so content now that he can get around and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDK2AxhxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TfgfUvWCBiI/s1600-h/P1040112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDKeGopZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5Lu0LTEsso4/s1600-h/P1040109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDJi6CVoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wZfx326aZ6I/s1600-h/P1040112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653261325194882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDJi6CVoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wZfx326aZ6I/s400/P1040112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am teaching myself to play guitar, I can play Jingle Bells, I love it! I wish I had more time to practice but between my three kids, Ryan and other things going on it's hard to find the time. I also bought a violin so I can take lesson's but I haven't started yet. I used to play when I was younger and I want my kids to play an instrument so I thought if they see me they will want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDJNYg7mI/AAAAAAAAAoA/crSgFkie718/s1600-h/P1040098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653255547448930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDJNYg7mI/AAAAAAAAAoA/crSgFkie718/s400/P1040098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDIYD6HUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/e3CKBpOer6g/s1600-h/P1040093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653241233939778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFDIYD6HUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/e3CKBpOer6g/s400/P1040093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jeremiah so happy he finally pulled himself up on this chair after a week of trying he did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3855234693998646886?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3855234693998646886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3855234693998646886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3855234693998646886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3855234693998646886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-we-are-up-to.html' title='What we are up to'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SqFJmhxPMQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/H8awEegBXvY/s72-c/P1040102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7433048613159298420</id><published>2009-08-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:56:44.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My crafty side</title><content type='html'>I love having a little girl, they are so fun to shop for and my little Bella is so fun to go shopping with. We are soulmates, she love's all the little accesories so I started making them&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGod-FVVPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mJvEHO1XJ6s/s1600-h/P1040086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373261063264752882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGod-FVVPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mJvEHO1XJ6s/s400/P1040086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for her and she absolutely loves them! The hello kitty bow took me forever but I thinks it's so cute. I'm not really crafty but I'm starting to sew and do little girly stuff like this. It's so fun and I love to see Bella so happy. Gabriel is always asking me why I don't make him anything and I tell him little boys don't wear bows or flowers or hairclips. I need to find something to make him. I'll probally just make him another superhero cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGoddd1_GI/AAAAAAAAAno/4pymgvIW-GU/s1600-h/P1040080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373261054509186146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGoddd1_GI/AAAAAAAAAno/4pymgvIW-GU/s400/P1040080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7433048613159298420?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7433048613159298420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7433048613159298420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7433048613159298420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7433048613159298420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-crafty-side.html' title='My crafty side'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGod-FVVPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mJvEHO1XJ6s/s72-c/P1040086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5446633077494408178</id><published>2009-08-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:28:42.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bella started preschool and Gabriel started kindergarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfjrLxkvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Wk1esUaIokM/s1600-h/P1040067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373251265666061042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfjrLxkvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Wk1esUaIokM/s400/P1040067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(all day) They were both very excited for school. I wasn't going to put Bella in preschool but she wanted to go so bad and I found a dance studio that did both dance and preschool in one. So that is why Bella is wearing her dance outfit, they do dance for about an hour then they have preschool and she absolutely love's it! Her teacher's names are Miss Peggy and Miss Tia but if you ask her she'll tell you her teacher's name is Miss Piggy. Gabriel is doing great also, he does say it is long.  One day I picked him up he came running in from recess and was holding a little girl's hand. I asked him who was the little girl he was holding hands with and he said " I wasn't holding anyone's hand" I said you can tell me, why were you holding her hand. he said " Cause she's my friend and that's what friends do" he also told me that she hugs him a lot.  I'm so happy for them but they are growing up too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfjOc5WDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4MRs6AHLIag/s1600-h/P1040063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373251257953245234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfjOc5WDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4MRs6AHLIag/s400/P1040063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfiscnSxI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DQhjB_9ogo4/s1600-h/P1030996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373251248825256722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfiscnSxI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DQhjB_9ogo4/s400/P1030996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfiLmuD7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/PTJ7_NVF0qc/s1600-h/P1030992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373251240009273266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfiLmuD7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/PTJ7_NVF0qc/s400/P1030992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5446633077494408178?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5446633077494408178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5446633077494408178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5446633077494408178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5446633077494408178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SpGfjrLxkvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Wk1esUaIokM/s72-c/P1040067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7147090536730609261</id><published>2009-08-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:18:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoI9S9EsNTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yQfqpdaZ1lo/s1600-h/P1030846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368921101620229426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoI9S9EsNTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yQfqpdaZ1lo/s400/P1030846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan celebrated his 31st birthday on July 20th. He had a news interview, which I posted already, the morning of his birthday. He says he wasn't nervous just excited and he and my mom did a great job. 12 News contacted him for an interview after AZ republic did an article on the business.Good job babe! We went to canyon lake and it was so hot but so much fun. The kids had a blast like always. We also went bowling, Gabriel and Bella love to bowl. Bella would throw her little arms up and scream everytime the ball would eventually hit the pins. Gabriel had a little dance when he would knock some pins down.Happy Birthday Ryan! I hope you had a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIoII-NtQI/AAAAAAAAAmo/U4Rm-m4nRkM/s1600-h/P1030868.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIoHrNkp9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/OHjSctKAiDE/s1600-h/P1030847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897818102900690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIoHrNkp9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/OHjSctKAiDE/s400/P1030847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIoHFIesqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/W-YNwJMSr1c/s1600-h/P1030845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897807880991394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIoHFIesqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/W-YNwJMSr1c/s400/P1030845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoImLRoPgcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/u7XZj47xBJY/s1600-h/P1030988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895680931660226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoImLRoPgcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/u7XZj47xBJY/s400/P1030988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoImK_gXdHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jf_M8DGw0CE/s1600-h/P1030984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895676066788466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoImK_gXdHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jf_M8DGw0CE/s400/P1030984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoImKi6jKpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/yy1x8ZUbBLw/s1600-h/P1030952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895668391979666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoImKi6jKpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/yy1x8ZUbBLw/s400/P1030952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlnxH71oI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3q9CBiVSENo/s1600-h/P1030980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895070910797442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlnxH71oI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3q9CBiVSENo/s400/P1030980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took forever for Bella's ball to finally get to the pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlnVnf-GI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9QblGmzl-V0/s1600-h/P1030979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895063526996066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlnVnf-GI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9QblGmzl-V0/s400/P1030979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlm5HWsoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xxNEjkabU90/s1600-h/P1030926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895055875977858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlm5HWsoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xxNEjkabU90/s400/P1030926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel doing his victory dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlmmPdvmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bTAECGnqT3s/s1600-h/P1030923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895050809720418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIlmmPdvmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bTAECGnqT3s/s400/P1030923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another dance after knocking the pins down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIll3aJthI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Yqzh85jYEKQ/s1600-h/P1030889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895038238078482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoIll3aJthI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Yqzh85jYEKQ/s400/P1030889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She would get so excited even if it was a few pins. She would run up to Ryan and I and give us high five's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7147090536730609261?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7147090536730609261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7147090536730609261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7147090536730609261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7147090536730609261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-ryan.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryan!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SoI9S9EsNTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yQfqpdaZ1lo/s72-c/P1030846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-6698376188025537750</id><published>2009-07-25T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:24:56.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and we danced</title><content type='html'>Gabriel and Bella got dressed up and said they were going to a dance. Bella is wearing a dress that I wore when I was little(Ryan calls it her pilgrim dress)now it is one of her many play dresses. They also included Jeremiah. Then they danced the night away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmugphZxWeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9rM5k93iN6w/s1600-h/P1030758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmugphZxWeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9rM5k93iN6w/s400/P1030758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362556416516250082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Smugpaj1qaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/khz0-rcTKeY/s1600-h/P1030759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Smugpaj1qaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/khz0-rcTKeY/s400/P1030759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362556414679427490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmugopopUbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ksOcVdyYvbc/s1600-h/P1030755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmugopopUbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ksOcVdyYvbc/s400/P1030755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362556401546252722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah got to wear Bella's wedding veil, lucky him. This is what life is all about, moment's like this to capture forever, they crack me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-6698376188025537750?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/6698376188025537750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=6698376188025537750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6698376188025537750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6698376188025537750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-we-danced.html' title='...and we danced'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmugphZxWeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9rM5k93iN6w/s72-c/P1030758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2864346316098067772</id><published>2009-07-25T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:21:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be doing something right.</title><content type='html'>The other day we went out to lunch at some restaurant with the kids. Between eating and trying to keep the kids busy coloring and eating(the normal routine when eating out) some old couple were walking out the door and the old man came up to me and said "You ought to be complimented on how well behaved your children are, normally when we go out to eat and their are children around they usually raise hell but your kids behave very well" I of course thanked him, I just couldn't believe it because I think my kids are crazy and I feel sometimes they are out of control and of course don't listen to me. This really made my day that some stranger came up to me and said this. I guess sometimes us mom's don't give ourself credit for all the hard work we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2864346316098067772?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2864346316098067772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2864346316098067772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2864346316098067772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2864346316098067772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/07/must-be-doing-something-right.html' title='Must be doing something right.'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-459014650543520293</id><published>2009-07-17T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:55:07.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmFhLuWSMBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m6m1F7ooZN0/s1600-h/P1030841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmFhLuWSMBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m6m1F7ooZN0/s400/P1030841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671885595553810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to get back to running (it's such a great escape) but I am finding it challenging because I have a couple of obstacle's. Jeremiah who has been sleeping through the night since he was 1 1/2 months old is for some reason starting to get up 2-4 times a night so I don't have all my rest. It's getting hot outside and I absolutely hate running on the treadmill so I need to wake up around 5:30-6am to beat the heat and I'm not a morning person. These are of course just excuses, so I will be running tired and dripping with sweat, see ya on the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-459014650543520293?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/459014650543520293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=459014650543520293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/459014650543520293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/459014650543520293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/07/runaway.html' title='Runaway'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SmFhLuWSMBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m6m1F7ooZN0/s72-c/P1030841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3835997738513577179</id><published>2009-07-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:06:36.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventura, CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlivFyLs4pI/AAAAAAAAAkg/j3dmY-PVPAQ/s1600-h/P1030638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224270662263442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlivFyLs4pI/AAAAAAAAAkg/j3dmY-PVPAQ/s400/P1030638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had to go to California for business so we all tagged along, we had so much fun! We went to Ventura, CA it was crazy coming from 100 degree weather to 60 degree. They call it Doom June cause it's windy and chilly but it was nice to get out of the heat for awhile. There was a day where it was 70 so that was perfect. We played at a couple of parks on the beach which was awesome! I would love to go to the park all the time if I lived there. One day we rented a car that you peddle like a bike and rode down the coast, which was so beautiful, that was so much fun and good excercise. You get an hour when you rent it which I was thinking only an hour, but that was good enough, I was so tired. One day when we were at the beach it was windy and I was trying to block the wind with the umbrella so Jeremiah could relax(he hated the wind) but it threw sand in his face and I kinda panicked and threw the umbrella to stop the sand, the next thing I know Ryan is running down the beach trying to catch the umbrella because the wind took it, it was the funniest thing ever! I was laughing so hard I was crying.Good times! It was such a short trip but it was fun and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlivFuNHbAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6YOYzu_dV0s/s1600-h/P1030617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224269594455042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlivFuNHbAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6YOYzu_dV0s/s400/P1030617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel and Bella playing on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5WY-G6YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EWDkSJ-_te0/s1600-h/P1030592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357094813580061058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5WY-G6YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EWDkSJ-_te0/s400/P1030592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5WJbZNaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/H82ii3Oy8aM/s1600-h/P1030608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357094809407927714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5WJbZNaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/H82ii3Oy8aM/s400/P1030608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome little guy, he makes me so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5V0Ow48I/AAAAAAAAAkA/_qzMJYDaZNE/s1600-h/P1030587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357094803717809090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5V0Ow48I/AAAAAAAAAkA/_qzMJYDaZNE/s400/P1030587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the camera already took the picture. I was trying to get the perfect picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5VK9bl_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/IqvKRwyWa2k/s1600-h/P1030575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357094792639256562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slg5VK9bl_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/IqvKRwyWa2k/s400/P1030575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I jumped into Ryan's arms without him even knowing I was going to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvltgqvKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eWRODzp82tA/s1600-h/P1030570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084081675484322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvltgqvKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eWRODzp82tA/s400/P1030570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Blondie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgvlf3EngI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s-5Ped8huRM/s1600-h/P1030551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084078011358722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgvlf3EngI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s-5Ped8huRM/s400/P1030551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing view from this bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvkwcdumI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sKQ8NR_Re7U/s1600-h/P1030515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084065283291746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvkwcdumI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sKQ8NR_Re7U/s400/P1030515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet sweet Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvkiABMZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cZ746QrjYRA/s1600-h/P1030489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084061405884818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvkiABMZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cZ746QrjYRA/s400/P1030489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peddle bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvkXCgKMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YIPmT3oC5y4/s1600-h/P1030483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084058463512770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgvkXCgKMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YIPmT3oC5y4/s400/P1030483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best swingset ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3835997738513577179?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3835997738513577179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3835997738513577179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3835997738513577179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3835997738513577179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/07/ryan-had-to-go-to-california-for.html' title='Ventura, CA'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlivFyLs4pI/AAAAAAAAAkg/j3dmY-PVPAQ/s72-c/P1030638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3850161222270076711</id><published>2009-07-10T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:05:34.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days.. Having a Blast..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgm0QGcCyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/o2hjsQyQyRY/s1600-h/P1030703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357074435874229026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgm0QGcCyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/o2hjsQyQyRY/s400/P1030703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe the summer is here, Gabriel only has 2 1/2 weeks left until he starts school. The summers are way too short now a days, I remember I didn't start school until late August or early September, I wish it was like that now. We have had a great summer so far keeping busy. The only thing we haven't done yet is go boating but we are planning on it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgmz_Ro6EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m9c4r53BB8c/s1600-h/P1030698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357074431357806658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgmz_Ro6EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m9c4r53BB8c/s400/P1030698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids to Jump and Play, they had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgmzr5PIQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1oZxjNHihes/s1600-h/P1030694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357074426155180290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgmzr5PIQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1oZxjNHihes/s400/P1030694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl4lVZraI/AAAAAAAAAiw/00FOgJk6bUo/s1600-h/P1030685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073410781982114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl4lVZraI/AAAAAAAAAiw/00FOgJk6bUo/s400/P1030685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome boys! Bella was passed out so she missed the picture. We had a BBQ at our house for the 4th of July. Unfortunatly we didn't make it to Utah but we had fun. The kids swam all night until it was time to go see the fireworks. I can't believe the year is half over! CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl4RkZe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/Shhll_yYC-0/s1600-h/P1030679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073405476174722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl4RkZe4I/AAAAAAAAAio/Shhll_yYC-0/s400/P1030679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DIVA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl3wVdfHI/AAAAAAAAAig/sXNZ3aSqCiw/s1600-h/P1030676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073396555152498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl3wVdfHI/AAAAAAAAAig/sXNZ3aSqCiw/s400/P1030676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl3vx0YpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vE7xDkwPYwU/s1600-h/P1030460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073396405658258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl3vx0YpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vE7xDkwPYwU/s400/P1030460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when your the youngest out of three siblings. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl3e6P6BI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5j9XO3gpxdk/s1600-h/P1030452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357073391877613586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgl3e6P6BI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5j9XO3gpxdk/s400/P1030452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little king, he makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkExVWXVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vYaSc1dFMLM/s1600-h/P1030442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357071421138165074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkExVWXVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vYaSc1dFMLM/s400/P1030442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkErkN5fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AAhK66qOYYU/s1600-h/P1030440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357071419589912050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkErkN5fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AAhK66qOYYU/s400/P1030440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkEaVIAWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/48dAXVSHXGY/s1600-h/P1030417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357071414963208546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkEaVIAWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/48dAXVSHXGY/s400/P1030417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkD2t2ZlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aS-mtCMBjFs/s1600-h/P1030414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357071405403235922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkD2t2ZlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aS-mtCMBjFs/s400/P1030414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Falling in love with water! my kids love these spray pads. I was dripping sweat watching them cuz it's so dang hot here in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkDQ5N4xI/AAAAAAAAAho/nEeOTCa7r-U/s1600-h/P1030424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357071395250365202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SlgkDQ5N4xI/AAAAAAAAAho/nEeOTCa7r-U/s400/P1030424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah loved this, he got sprayed in the face a little and it took his breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3850161222270076711?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3850161222270076711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3850161222270076711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3850161222270076711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3850161222270076711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-days-having-blast.html' title='Summer Days.. Having a Blast..'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Slgm0QGcCyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/o2hjsQyQyRY/s72-c/P1030703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5349764838461505466</id><published>2009-06-09T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:27:27.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Kinder-Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bcek3d7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Be6-xV3qqwo/s1600-h/P1030288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380721281693618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bcek3d7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Be6-xV3qqwo/s400/P1030288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel graduated from kindersteps on June 3rd. We went to his little star day program. It was so cute to see him singing. He'll be going to 1st grade this fall, his teacher said he should do fine. I did want to put him in kindergarten but the teacher said he might get bored because the curriculum for kindersteps is similar to kindergarten so we'll see how he does. I can't believe my baby is gonna go to school all day, I will definetly miss him. He is so excited to be able to take a lunch box and go to school all day. He's more excited than I am :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bcD3gKoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KaYK0S43MlI/s1600-h/P1030270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380714112100994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bcD3gKoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KaYK0S43MlI/s400/P1030270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bb7A1r8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OPRzRATsWr0/s1600-h/P1030256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380711735340994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bb7A1r8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OPRzRATsWr0/s400/P1030256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bbvP_zFI/AAAAAAAAAhI/mq7PrAJtbek/s1600-h/P1030247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380708577692754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bbvP_zFI/AAAAAAAAAhI/mq7PrAJtbek/s400/P1030247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bbh90XKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e0xkrrpELlA/s1600-h/P1030223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380705011784866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bbh90XKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e0xkrrpELlA/s400/P1030223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel is teaching Bella how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z-7lHBYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xc13uS5yEnQ/s1600-h/P1030153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379114159637890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z-7lHBYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xc13uS5yEnQ/s400/P1030153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little guy got his black belt, he is no longer a dragon. He is a high white(I think that's what it's called) he gets to be in the regular class with the older kids and adults. He's kinda intimidated but he's getting used to it. They don't play around as much and it's 1hour instead of a half hour so it will take some getting used to. I am so proud of my handsome boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z-nd0r2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/fBmqJTMhew8/s1600-h/P1030147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379108760366946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z-nd0r2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/fBmqJTMhew8/s400/P1030147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z-RyBBbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/yXIFR5RTVaI/s1600-h/P1030148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379102939481522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z-RyBBbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/yXIFR5RTVaI/s400/P1030148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z93iYXyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Nn4Rgczaoi4/s1600-h/P1030142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379095894581026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6Z93iYXyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Nn4Rgczaoi4/s400/P1030142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5349764838461505466?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5349764838461505466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5349764838461505466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5349764838461505466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5349764838461505466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-kinder-graduate.html' title='My little Kinder-Graduate'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si6bcek3d7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Be6-xV3qqwo/s72-c/P1030288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1563980945516928323</id><published>2009-06-08T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:45:00.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is being married to your best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si2TvB8APiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XwTdm59910o/s1600-h/P1030096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si2TvB8APiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XwTdm59910o/s400/P1030096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345090768941891106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si2Tuwx3JEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iu6v6Zu9TO8/s1600-h/P1030082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si2Tuwx3JEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iu6v6Zu9TO8/s400/P1030082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345090764335948866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day I will marry my friend&lt;br /&gt;the one I laugh with, live for, &lt;br /&gt;dream with, Love. &lt;br /&gt;This was on our wedding invite May 14, 1999. Time has gone by sooo fast, I can't believe it's been 10 years and three kids later. We went and had dinner at some nice restaurant Mastro's. It was really good, they gave us a dessert that said Happy Anniversary. They must have known from our reservation, it was really nice. Ryan wanted to go away for the weekend but I'm not willing to leave my little Jeremiah over-night just yet, maybe in a couple of months. It's been so crazy/fun being married to Ryan, I can't beleive he's put up with me all these years but I'm glad he does, I love him with every breath I take. He's such an amazing man and I'm very lucky.Love ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad at blogging, I wish I had more time. That's why I have posted a few cause I know it will be awhile for the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1563980945516928323?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1563980945516928323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1563980945516928323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1563980945516928323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1563980945516928323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness-is-being-married-to-your-best.html' title='Happiness is being married to your best friend...'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Si2TvB8APiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XwTdm59910o/s72-c/P1030096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2637204676309114821</id><published>2009-06-04T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:57:50.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My big boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfqBWuBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Wmy6uFw3ftI/s1600-h/P1030185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfqBWuBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Wmy6uFw3ftI/s400/P1030185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343602865591466002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfbrnMaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JFe1kQtIxNE/s1600-h/P1030134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfbrnMaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JFe1kQtIxNE/s400/P1030134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343602861742174626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfJBnVLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rnr1NAEAFS0/s1600-h/P1030123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfJBnVLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rnr1NAEAFS0/s400/P1030123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343602856734184626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKe-jjSeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8cFqgudq6Eg/s1600-h/P1030035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKe-jjSeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8cFqgudq6Eg/s400/P1030035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343602853923736034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKellPChI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Dx6V9-Ru9f0/s1600-h/P1030049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKellPChI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Dx6V9-Ru9f0/s400/P1030049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343602847219911186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah is 4 1/2 months old. he is laughing, playing with his toes and love's to suck on them. Grabbing things constantly, the other day he grabbed for one of Gabriel's chips it was so funny. He's started to eat solids and is loving it, he just stare's at anybody who puts food in their mouth. He's starting to roll over from his belly. He got his first haircut three weeks ago, he looks so different but it was getting long and it was falling out in the back. He is such a happy baby, I love his squeals and when he kicks his legs and waves his arms when he gets excited.So SWEET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2637204676309114821?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2637204676309114821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2637204676309114821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2637204676309114821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2637204676309114821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-big-boy.html' title='My big boy'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihKfqBWuBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Wmy6uFw3ftI/s72-c/P1030185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4896556489781277784</id><published>2009-06-04T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:54:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Fun with the camera*</title><content type='html'>My kids love to have their picture's taken and I think they look so cute in their matching outfits, i love having two boys and my drama queen. They are so much fun!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihArPau7lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rnyJYW6Kg6U/s1600-h/P1020897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihArPau7lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rnyJYW6Kg6U/s400/P1020897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592069492305490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihAqwhF9II/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CsnHzRBsHaE/s1600-h/P1020861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihAqwhF9II/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CsnHzRBsHaE/s400/P1020861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592061197481090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihAqkfnsRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0tdt_YCs_EU/s1600-h/P1020850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihAqkfnsRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0tdt_YCs_EU/s400/P1020850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592057970077970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig77fzILgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ClqxcWIM8ak/s1600-h/P1030195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig77fzILgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ClqxcWIM8ak/s400/P1030195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586851209358850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig7673vPKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/PTGp1Bh0UwU/s1600-h/P1020827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig7673vPKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/PTGp1Bh0UwU/s400/P1020827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586841565019298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig76YOhRSI/AAAAAAAAAew/dku5U8Qo3Z0/s1600-h/P1020822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig76YOhRSI/AAAAAAAAAew/dku5U8Qo3Z0/s400/P1020822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586831996896546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig76Q9Ak1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/bHETd4_kxew/s1600-h/P1020819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig76Q9Ak1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/bHETd4_kxew/s400/P1020819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586830044402514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig76HzBilI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ih89_hNFkgY/s1600-h/P1020795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sig76HzBilI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ih89_hNFkgY/s400/P1020795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586827586603602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4896556489781277784?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4896556489781277784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4896556489781277784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4896556489781277784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4896556489781277784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-with-camera.html' title='*Fun with the camera*'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SihArPau7lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rnyJYW6Kg6U/s72-c/P1020897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-8160670781477389763</id><published>2009-05-11T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:48:19.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaIFCyXII/AAAAAAAAAeY/PvCTKxGI658/s1600-h/P1020752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaIFCyXII/AAAAAAAAAeY/PvCTKxGI658/s400/P1020752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334964697180560514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaHxVb3BI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oc6X2yjiiew/s1600-h/P1020689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaHxVb3BI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oc6X2yjiiew/s400/P1020689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334964691890068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaHoQ6HoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ekTr90KgIj0/s1600-h/P1020565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaHoQ6HoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ekTr90KgIj0/s400/P1020565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334964689455160962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaHeHk4FI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BuChhRNM9og/s1600-h/P1020495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaHeHk4FI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BuChhRNM9og/s400/P1020495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334964686731665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYpWpiBxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8NNwuFdr6Tw/s1600-h/P1020482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYpWpiBxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8NNwuFdr6Tw/s400/P1020482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963069818898194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYo13srcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LLYlCxn8B1U/s1600-h/P1020472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYo13srcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LLYlCxn8B1U/s400/P1020472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963061019946434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYojmZKXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LY2nFz-ODPc/s1600-h/P1020405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYojmZKXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LY2nFz-ODPc/s400/P1020405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963056115526002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYoZfmJRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xhGsd_PDTsY/s1600-h/P1020395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYoZfmJRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xhGsd_PDTsY/s400/P1020395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963053402662162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYn3gcS2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/g3zeMxeF4oY/s1600-h/P1020334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmYn3gcS2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/g3zeMxeF4oY/s400/P1020334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334963044279405410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to California on April 18th for a week. We had so much fun, the first day we hung out at the resort and went swimming. The kids were so excited to live in "our little house" they called it. They were bouncing off the walls, couches, beds and table's. On day one of our three day hopper we went to Disney California. The first  two hours was spent sitting down waiting for Jeremiah to eat, then taking the kids to the bathroom. Ryan and Gabriel went on a ride while me and Bella waited at a play area for awhile then we couldn't seem to find eachother(Ryan forgot his cell phone) it was kinda frustrating but after that we got into the flow of things. Bella would have went on every ride if she could have but she was too small, she's a daredevil. Gabriel a little scared wouldn't go on some of the rides. The next day we went to the beach, it was perfect weather about 90. We stayed there all day, the kids were in heaven playing in the water, making sand castles and being burried by Ryan. The next day we went to Disneyland(I LOVE Disneyland!) it was sooo much fun and it was so sweet to see Gabriel and Bella's face's when they met the character's. One time we were walking to the next ride and Bella was skipping along in her Snow White dress singing so loud, it was so cute! She was so happy. Gabriel was also bouncing around and kept telling me he love's me. The following two days we spent at the beach, Newport and Hampton(?). We shopped the boutique's close to the beach, I got me some cute stuff. Then back to disneyland which by this time Ryan and I were thinking "what the hek were we thinking getting a three day hopper!" It was a lot of fun but sooo much work, what we parents do for our kids. It was a very fun and relaxing vacation, I love California and I can't wait to go back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-8160670781477389763?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/8160670781477389763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=8160670781477389763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8160670781477389763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8160670781477389763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/05/california.html' title='CALIFORNIA'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SgmaIFCyXII/AAAAAAAAAeY/PvCTKxGI658/s72-c/P1020752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-8676367186202565302</id><published>2009-04-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:08:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER AND JEREMIAH'S BLESSING</title><content type='html'>Gianni, Gabriel and Amaleki=TROUBLE &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6inhGhyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HV2GmKnoj5Y/s1600-h/P1020102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104200553793314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6inhGhyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HV2GmKnoj5Y/s400/P1020102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6iZrb4nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/o-x24UYllEs/s1600-h/P1020108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104196839039602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6iZrb4nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/o-x24UYllEs/s400/P1020108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6iKPxVgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xn2sf4e3FuQ/s1600-h/P1020095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104192696473090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6iKPxVgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xn2sf4e3FuQ/s400/P1020095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6h_6oJ-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/1Z20oEVO6O8/s1600-h/P1020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104189923436514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6h_6oJ-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/1Z20oEVO6O8/s400/P1020088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6hspbWyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_g7rK0bhNMY/s1600-h/P1020082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328104184751020834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6hspbWyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_g7rK0bhNMY/s400/P1020082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-8676367186202565302?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/8676367186202565302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=8676367186202565302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8676367186202565302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8676367186202565302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-jeremiahs-blessing.html' title='EASTER AND JEREMIAH&apos;S BLESSING'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SfE6inhGhyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HV2GmKnoj5Y/s72-c/P1020102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2596525683168997007</id><published>2009-04-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:21:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow too fast</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah will &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrnkHFMCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hvIBmQP3ivM/s1600-h/P1010794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287880678682658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrnkHFMCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hvIBmQP3ivM/s400/P1010794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be 3months on the 18th, he is such a happy baby. He gets excited when you talk to him he kicks his little legs and swings his arms around and squeals with a big smile, it melts my heart. He's starting to pick his head up when he's laying down like he's trying to get up. He does that everytime he's in the carseat, Gabriel just laughs and says he's trying to get out. Jeremiah love's his little hands he'll clasp them both together or one of them is in his mouth(the whole fist). He's sleeping really well, last night he fell asleep at 10pm and didn't wake up till 6:30am, ate then back to sleep till 9:00am. Gabriel and Bella love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrneYnC7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-tmblnsM4A8/s1600-h/P1010770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287879141591986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrneYnC7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-tmblnsM4A8/s400/P1010770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is 5 1/2, he's such a sweet little boy. When he gets home from school he'll ask where his little buddy is(talking about Jeremiah). He love's Bella but they fight like crazy! They have a love/hate relationship. He gets rough with her sometimes and will throw her on the ground or tackle her. Sometimes she'll laugh or freak out crying depends what kinda mood she's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrnNEXPFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xlwrhe-6ooA/s1600-h/P1010833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287874493267026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrnNEXPFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xlwrhe-6ooA/s400/P1010833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks just like Gabriel did when he was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrm1VdjJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kQaUhL2VcKY/s1600-h/P1010726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287868122533010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrm1VdjJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kQaUhL2VcKY/s400/P1010726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella is 3 1/2 now and wants to wear makeup so bad! she says she is a big girl now. She's got a long 13years till I'll let her wear makeup. She love's to shop! (if it's for her) we were meant for eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2596525683168997007?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2596525683168997007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2596525683168997007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2596525683168997007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2596525683168997007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-grow-too-fast.html' title='They grow too fast'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SeOrnkHFMCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hvIBmQP3ivM/s72-c/P1010794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4068258915321180184</id><published>2009-03-28T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:32:45.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc8SPYOE8FI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EfKnzo5y6gA/s1600-h/bella+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318489740356677714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc8SPYOE8FI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EfKnzo5y6gA/s400/bella+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc8RznLk4hI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O9VvOVZpuYU/s1600-h/P1010667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318489263336382994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc8RznLk4hI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O9VvOVZpuYU/s400/P1010667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would share my experience I had the other day because it cracks me up. Bella &amp;amp; I were at a party waiting in line to jumprope. We were holding hands and the little boy in front of us turns around looks at me and says "oh you know her" talking about Bella. I said "yea she's my daughter, doesn't she look just like me?" he looks at me then Bella then back to me again nodding his head yes then says "yea but your kinda brown" haha it was so funny! Ryan tease's me, he says I'm laughing on the outside but really crying on the inside because Bella is all Ryan but in some ways she has my feature's. What do you think? It's ok (sniff sniff) I always wished I could be blonde with blue eye's and now I have a beautiful blondie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4068258915321180184?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4068258915321180184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4068258915321180184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4068258915321180184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4068258915321180184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc8SPYOE8FI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EfKnzo5y6gA/s72-c/bella+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4028706177088647367</id><published>2009-03-24T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:38:17.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ScnDDT7UD6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/5tgUMyVlNa4/s1600-h/P1010527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316995296743657378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ScnDDT7UD6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/5tgUMyVlNa4/s400/P1010527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the weather is so beautiful we spend our weekends outside. We go to the park a lot, it's been windy so Gabriel take's his kite out, he love's it and he's pretty good at it. We'll go pick up some KFC, throw a blanket down and let the kids run around. It's so relaxing &amp;amp; fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-b69iUUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/i0SWpm3G2xU/s1600-h/P1010532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316990221980684610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-b69iUUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/i0SWpm3G2xU/s400/P1010532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sicily &amp;amp; Bella at my mom &amp;amp; dad's ward party.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-bK9PPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iIHF-iXwoVw/s1600-h/P1010524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316990209094532498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-bK9PPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iIHF-iXwoVw/s400/P1010524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-a0tqYXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0A00LPxFEdY/s1600-h/P1010420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316990203123622258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-a0tqYXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0A00LPxFEdY/s400/P1010420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel flying his kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-aBba6zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WwwYKfacQao/s1600-h/P1010437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316990189356903218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Scm-aBba6zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WwwYKfacQao/s400/P1010437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4028706177088647367?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4028706177088647367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4028706177088647367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4028706177088647367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4028706177088647367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ScnDDT7UD6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/5tgUMyVlNa4/s72-c/P1010527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-210826624833793750</id><published>2009-03-13T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:57:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah is growing so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb59AH3TOYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YooRxxSBSnI/s1600-h/P1010404.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremiah is almost 2months old! He talks &amp;amp; smile's so much, once he gets eye contact with you he will go on &amp;amp; on, I love it! I could talk &amp;amp; stare at him all day. He is so sweet, he love's when me or Ryan sings to him. He also love's to be in his crib &amp;amp; talk to his friends on his mobile, sometimes when I take him out he'll get mad &amp;amp; cry so I'll put him back &amp;amp; he'll be happy. He's a very good baby, he wake's up only once at night to eat then goes right back to sleep. We are having so much fun with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58_8Oc4mI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2v-z2AfQVcc/s1600-h/P1010385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313822048284107362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58_8Oc4mI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2v-z2AfQVcc/s400/P1010385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58_gTZWOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KPK_KjTSC18/s1600-h/P1010388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313822040788654306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58_gTZWOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KPK_KjTSC18/s400/P1010388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58-VauHMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UK9WdP8AwbY/s1600-h/P1010380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313822020686716098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58-VauHMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UK9WdP8AwbY/s400/P1010380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58-Kv3wNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/K9szWH1JG_c/s1600-h/P1010302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313822017822638290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58-Kv3wNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/K9szWH1JG_c/s400/P1010302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-210826624833793750?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/210826624833793750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=210826624833793750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/210826624833793750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/210826624833793750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeremiah-is-growing-so-fast.html' title='Jeremiah is growing so fast'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sb58_8Oc4mI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2v-z2AfQVcc/s72-c/P1010385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-9029942679402252044</id><published>2009-02-15T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:06:38.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhXaiCnJjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8AD8jwfqTFg/s1600-h/P1000967.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhXKEAom2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/g8YMCSJ0QQE/s1600-h/P1000968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303084391615470434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhXKEAom2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/g8YMCSJ0QQE/s400/P1000968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan took Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella to Monster Trucks. About 10minutes after it started Bella told Ryan she wanted to go home. They had fun eating junk food &amp;amp; watching the trucks crash. You can see the excitment on their face's. They waited in line to get a truck but the line was so long &amp;amp; only one guy working the register so Ryan told them they could go to walmart and buy a truck which he took them the next day, Gabriel got a monster truck &amp;amp; Bella decided she wanted a barbie instead(of course). Me &amp;amp; Jeremiah stayed home &amp;amp; relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWDPyCNGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Rj9bVxAUEx8/s1600-h/P1000991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083175004746850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWDPyCNGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Rj9bVxAUEx8/s400/P1000991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWC5_wJZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9HbHcAIVL6E/s1600-h/P1000978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083169156703634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWC5_wJZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9HbHcAIVL6E/s400/P1000978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWC3dKuWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QWhqR4SIZgw/s1600-h/P1000923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083168474773858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWC3dKuWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QWhqR4SIZgw/s400/P1000923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWCrDpiyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8-3iL6SZwU8/s1600-h/P1000921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083165146516258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWCrDpiyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8-3iL6SZwU8/s400/P1000921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWCYYPk2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/E_l3mQ24eTY/s1600-h/P1000897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083160132621154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhWCYYPk2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/E_l3mQ24eTY/s400/P1000897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-9029942679402252044?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/9029942679402252044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=9029942679402252044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/9029942679402252044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/9029942679402252044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/02/monster-jam.html' title='Monster Jam'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SZhXKEAom2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/g8YMCSJ0QQE/s72-c/P1000968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1913812487284733074</id><published>2009-01-23T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:22:22.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah Spencer 1-18-09 7'7 19" 5:52pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVt73BbSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RJQ0MHVo-5I/s1600-h/P1000760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294568190834208034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVt73BbSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RJQ0MHVo-5I/s400/P1000760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little angel finally came. After a long night of going to the hospital spending a few hours there and being sent home, then going back and waiting all day he finally came. It was bad timing for Ryan he had planned a BBQ for the big Cardinal's game that day, he was glued to the little TV in triage the whole time. I had to call him over a few times to help me through my contractions, I think he forgot what we were at the hospital for, the game was all everyone in the hospital was talking about. My nurse was the other team's fan so Ryan had a good time teasing her. When I finally went to the delivery room &amp;amp; the anasthesiaologist (?) came in he said I'm so glad your watching the game(there was 5min. left of the game) I was thinking you better not be putting that needle in my spine while trying to watch the game. It was a good day for Ryan, he had a brand new baby boy &amp;amp; the Cardinals won. I don't know how many people told us Jeremiah was born on a good day, the day the Cardinals won to go to the Superbowl. As soon as my mom &amp;amp; sister got to the hospital Jeremiah was here in 5min. that's how long I pushed. My cousin Elise didn't make it in time he came so fast. Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella were thrilled to see him, when I talked to them on the phone I could here them screaming "Jeremiah is here, Jeremiah is here!"&lt;br /&gt;They love their little brother so much, always wanting to kiss &amp;amp; hold him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVtujXdKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BCXTkTrNokg/s1600-h/P1000747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294568187262104738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVtujXdKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BCXTkTrNokg/s400/P1000747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVtLU9XzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vQZmjLFUUSI/s1600-h/P1000617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294568177806434098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVtLU9XzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vQZmjLFUUSI/s400/P1000617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVsjp-j0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/CuG0wZwGeYE/s1600-h/P1000700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294568167157174082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVsjp-j0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/CuG0wZwGeYE/s400/P1000700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVsTjVU5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kfYNkE9Pt1M/s1600-h/P1000645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294568162834338706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVsTjVU5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kfYNkE9Pt1M/s400/P1000645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1913812487284733074?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1913812487284733074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1913812487284733074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1913812487284733074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1913812487284733074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeremiah-spencer-1-18-09-77-19-552pm.html' title='Jeremiah Spencer 1-18-09 7&apos;7 19&quot; 5:52pm'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SXoVt73BbSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RJQ0MHVo-5I/s72-c/P1000760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7072328320758166110</id><published>2009-01-14T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:00:29.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7NjLMVc1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/lopliDw6hiY/s1600-h/DSCI0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291392616390554450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7NjLMVc1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/lopliDw6hiY/s400/DSCI0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas! the kids had a ball opening presents, I can't believe it's already over. Now we have the baby to look forward to. I told Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella after christmas he will be coming so they have been asking me everyday especially Gabriel "you said after christmas he'll be here." It can't happen soon enough for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Nihv1B4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/yErr2h-DF_0/s1600-h/DSCI0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291392605265135490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Nihv1B4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/yErr2h-DF_0/s400/DSCI0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7KtwKneVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GzhhNnSiAds/s1600-h/DSCI0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291389499579267410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7KtwKneVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GzhhNnSiAds/s400/DSCI0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so excited to see Xavier &amp;amp; Amaleki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Ktb82F2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/9Tk5HhE1PB4/s1600-h/DSCI0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291389494152796002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Ktb82F2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/9Tk5HhE1PB4/s400/DSCI0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute! As you can see Gabriel wouldn't dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Ks1b5bjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9hhbsdQ8HAM/s1600-h/DSCI0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291389483814055474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Ks1b5bjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9hhbsdQ8HAM/s400/DSCI0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Sicily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7KsXRNgeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GzrTgbbLM_s/s1600-h/DSCI0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291389475716170210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7KsXRNgeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GzrTgbbLM_s/s400/DSCI0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were sealed together in the temple on December 20th. It was the best christmas present. Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella were so excited to go to the temple, they were like little angel's all dressed in white.They were so beautiful with their big blue eyes &amp;amp; the biggest smile's on their face's looking around the room, so happy.   Bella put her little hand on my cheek &amp;amp; told me I was beautiful, it made me cry of course. she's so sweet! It was the most amazing experience I have had. When we were leaving the temple I asked them what they thought &amp;amp; Gabriel said"that was cool we got married today" &amp;amp; Bella told me I looked like an angel. They are soooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Kr3rK11I/AAAAAAAAAU0/MBTNMvoDvmU/s1600-h/DSCI0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291389467235112786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7Kr3rK11I/AAAAAAAAAU0/MBTNMvoDvmU/s400/DSCI0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7072328320758166110?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7072328320758166110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7072328320758166110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7072328320758166110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7072328320758166110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SW7NjLMVc1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/lopliDw6hiY/s72-c/DSCI0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7667783325616648223</id><published>2008-12-31T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:40:15.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>My Beautiful Family&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuriOsMs1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/3EVvH_PhRbI/s1600-h/DSC09819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007192196789074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuriOsMs1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/3EVvH_PhRbI/s400/DSC09819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqsTWj1CI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K8xL6zS89Dc/s1600-h/DSCI0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqsFFRWsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HcXmUAxfE_U/s1600-h/DSCI0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006261904661186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqsFFRWsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HcXmUAxfE_U/s400/DSCI0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to go see the temple lights, something we do every year. Gabriel said it's Jesus's house &amp;amp; that he knows everything about Jesus. He also said that he can't wait to go in the temple to be married to us. He's so sure of what he's talking about, it's so cute. We had set our date to be sealed as a family December 20th so Gabriel was counting down the days. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqrpbWeiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DMOiiMqcGlg/s1600-h/DSCI0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006254481078818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqrpbWeiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DMOiiMqcGlg/s400/DSCI0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see we were dressed for the cold 60 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqrejMrbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/u63C7nXpY4c/s1600-h/DSCI0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006251561201074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqrejMrbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/u63C7nXpY4c/s400/DSCI0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqrJQDxiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CFG2a0g3peg/s1600-h/DSCI0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006245843781154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuqrJQDxiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CFG2a0g3peg/s400/DSCI0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella &amp;amp; I relaxing on the couch, I wish I could spend more time here but it is impossible with my two angels.&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/6191000560078127657-7667783325616648223?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7667783325616648223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7667783325616648223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7667783325616648223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7667783325616648223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SVuriOsMs1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/3EVvH_PhRbI/s72-c/DSC09819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-2119249641454442860</id><published>2008-12-09T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:11:26.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Bella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xlE6Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/3Be1AUj22Mk/s1600-h/DSCI0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277991801343610770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xlE6Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/3Be1AUj22Mk/s400/DSCI0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a princess tea party for Bella's 3rd birthday November 15. It was so fun, the kids had a blast. They had tea(apple juice &amp;amp; sprite)  some yummy food, did crafts, played games. The girls dressed up as princesses &amp;amp; the boys dressed up as knights. The girls thought it was so cool that they got to drink out of glass cups. Bella loved it, we have tea parties at home all the time so she thought it was so fun. It was a lot of work but it was fun to see Bella's face, she was so happy. Happy Birthday Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xk5rEsJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tOGlCL9USS0/s1600-h/DSCI0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277991798328045714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xk5rEsJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tOGlCL9USS0/s400/DSCI0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xkY-A_6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/HNyF4vXzFxc/s1600-h/DSCI0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277991789549125538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xkY-A_6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/HNyF4vXzFxc/s400/DSCI0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xj1m18FI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OR81L1cRg3Q/s1600-h/DSCI0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277991780056690770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xj1m18FI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OR81L1cRg3Q/s400/DSCI0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xjpp-guI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YPl21-vdFd4/s1600-h/DSCI0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277991776848610018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xjpp-guI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YPl21-vdFd4/s400/DSCI0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-2119249641454442860?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/2119249641454442860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=2119249641454442860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2119249641454442860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/2119249641454442860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-3rd-birthday-bella.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Bella!'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/ST8xlE6Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/3Be1AUj22Mk/s72-c/DSCI0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1415442418260224695</id><published>2008-11-20T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:57:40.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pic's</title><content type='html'>My beautiful niece Sicily on her blessing day, she is so sweet.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLdpVe6gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HURN78nCam8/s1600-h/DSCI0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270842649079638530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLdpVe6gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HURN78nCam8/s400/DSCI0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXM3nlvGkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0EzaTGb7Yg0/s1600-h/DSCI0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270844194799163970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXM3nlvGkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0EzaTGb7Yg0/s400/DSCI0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; My two sleeping angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLdSTAZxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l6omHzR8CEs/s1600-h/DSCI0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLc4LierI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iZc9TSBmXcI/s1600-h/DSCI0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270842635884591794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLc4LierI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iZc9TSBmXcI/s400/DSCI0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLcYpQdOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lA9f8l16KiQ/s1600-h/DSCI0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270842627419305186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLcYpQdOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lA9f8l16KiQ/s400/DSCI0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's first fieldtrip to the library.He's been waiting his whole life to go on a school bus&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLcMde1VI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T-DNmd_Eeng/s1600-h/DSCI0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270842624148690258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLcMde1VI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T-DNmd_Eeng/s400/DSCI0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, since he could talk he's been saying he wants to ride a school bus. I felt so special when he said he wanted to sit with me :), but on the way back he sat with his buddy Isaac.He was so excited &amp;amp; I'm glad I was there with him, I volunteered to go on the fieldtrip. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1415442418260224695?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1415442418260224695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1415442418260224695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1415442418260224695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1415442418260224695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-some-pics.html' title='Just some pic&apos;s'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SSXLdpVe6gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HURN78nCam8/s72-c/DSCI0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4439033716508591387</id><published>2008-11-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:44:50.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our one night getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTQRcx4FvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/46uNqCAKCVU/s1600-h/DSCI0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266062862504695538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTQRcx4FvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/46uNqCAKCVU/s400/DSCI0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Ryan went to CA for one night, it was such a nice time to have a little break from the kids. We went for business but it was still so much fun. We went shopping &amp;amp; had dinner at Downtown Disney. This picture is on the balacony with a view of disneyland in the background, it was really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTP0AE7jXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fL0TflyFH_I/s1600-h/DSCI0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266062356583779698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTP0AE7jXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fL0TflyFH_I/s400/DSCI0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a brand new resort, it was the first day they opened so we were the first to stay in the room. It was two bedrooms but that's all they had. It was nice &amp;amp; cozy. We had the opportunity to look at the presidential suite, it was sooo nice. It was 2600 square feet. Maybe next time we'll stay there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTPz5mGYaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DIUO0teqoa8/s1600-h/DSCI0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266062354843853218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTPz5mGYaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DIUO0teqoa8/s400/DSCI0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTPze0pijI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bCO3dUvC_hE/s1600-h/DSCI0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me almost 7months pregnant. I can't believe I have 2 1/2 months to go! I'm huge! My kids tell me everyday that my stomach is like a mountain. Today Gabriel told me that I have to put on my fat cloths because my pajama shirt wasn't covering my stomach. It's so funny what kids say, they are so honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4439033716508591387?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4439033716508591387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4439033716508591387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4439033716508591387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4439033716508591387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-one-night-getaway.html' title='Our one night getaway'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SRTQRcx4FvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/46uNqCAKCVU/s72-c/DSCI0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-8217117101842385023</id><published>2008-11-03T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:05:47.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91WN3B-tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5YiQQ23laiQ/s1600-h/DSCI0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555513957448402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91WN3B-tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5YiQQ23laiQ/s400/DSCI0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91VZPCVgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wPZO6E-1Cwg/s1600-h/DSCI0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555499831055874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91VZPCVgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wPZO6E-1Cwg/s400/DSCI0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91VO2wM4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YDuzHkYoNms/s1600-h/DSCI0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555497044849538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91VO2wM4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YDuzHkYoNms/s400/DSCI0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My princess &amp;amp; power ranger, they had a blast dressing up all month.&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/6191000560078127657-8217117101842385023?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/8217117101842385023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=8217117101842385023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8217117101842385023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/8217117101842385023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SQ91WN3B-tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5YiQQ23laiQ/s72-c/DSCI0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-255385718562214509</id><published>2008-10-08T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:49:46.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UHjLd0I/AAAAAAAAANc/eI1CpVPT750/s1600-h/DSCI0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254854486811965250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UHjLd0I/AAAAAAAAANc/eI1CpVPT750/s400/DSCI0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Dolphins game, they played the Cardinals. They got their butts kicked! It was Ryan's first Dolphin game &amp;amp; everyone knows how much Ryan love's the Dolphins.Too bad they lost. His brother Alan came down with the family.(The guy with the 31 jersey on was some stranger that wanted to take a picture with us) I'm not a real big football fan but it would have been fun to go for a team that actually scored so we could cheer, we pretty much just sat there the whole game while the Cardinal fans went crazy.  It was fun until I got peanuts thrown at me. I went to the bathroom &amp;amp; some cardinals fan started saying crap to me then threw peanuts at me! I guess it made him feel more a man to harass a pregnant woman. Haha! it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UH77zQI/AAAAAAAAANk/lstZrUKZQ6I/s1600-h/DSCI0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254854486915796226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UH77zQI/AAAAAAAAANk/lstZrUKZQ6I/s400/DSCI0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-Ub3jfMI/AAAAAAAAANs/j1LRcQacmYA/s1600-h/DSCI0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254854492266134722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-Ub3jfMI/AAAAAAAAANs/j1LRcQacmYA/s400/DSCI0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; my handsome little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UtgqfsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qLMHiekXmWY/s1600-h/DSCI0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254854497001963202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UtgqfsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qLMHiekXmWY/s400/DSCI0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohhh so sad..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UwdPWfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PwpBB5uZIPE/s1600-h/DSCI0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254854497792907762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UwdPWfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PwpBB5uZIPE/s400/DSCI0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we got to see a cool truck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-255385718562214509?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/255385718562214509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=255385718562214509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/255385718562214509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/255385718562214509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/10/dolphin-game.html' title='Dolphin Game'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SOz-UHjLd0I/AAAAAAAAANc/eI1CpVPT750/s72-c/DSCI0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3689594627940013860</id><published>2008-09-21T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:10:05.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdDsQbtWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ezGQVhCxQA0/s1600-h/DSCI0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248625471236322658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdDsQbtWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ezGQVhCxQA0/s400/DSCI0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went camping for labor day weekend with my mom, dad, gabe, &amp;amp; my nephews. We had a blast, the kids loved it. We went hiking, sat around the campfire told scary stories, went to a fish hatchery. We just stayed one night which is long enough when you stay in a tent. It was nice &amp;amp; cool 70-80, a nice escape from the 100 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbiHrlz8GI/AAAAAAAAANU/o9WaJq8520E/s1600-h/DSCI0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248631037335171170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbiHrlz8GI/AAAAAAAAANU/o9WaJq8520E/s400/DSCI0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdD6gKpuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FjcVdIyhQNU/s1600-h/DSCI0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248625475060410082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdD6gKpuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FjcVdIyhQNU/s400/DSCI0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gianni &amp;amp; Bella sitting by the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdERsEo7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/c38hhyJ0NY8/s1600-h/DSCI0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248625481284363186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdERsEo7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/c38hhyJ0NY8/s400/DSCI0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdE0xOx6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/HkxLJ8Zg5VM/s1600-h/DSCI0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248625490701240226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdE0xOx6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/HkxLJ8Zg5VM/s400/DSCI0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 5Th Birthday Gabriel!! We opened presents when he woke up, ate breakfast. Played with toys. We had his bday party that night at Bounce Jungle. It was soooo nice not have to do anything but show up, have fun &amp;amp; leave. Gabriel loved it, the kids have so much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdFDKMTuI/AAAAAAAAANE/kn38pDv4Dz0/s1600-h/DSCI0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248625494564032226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdFDKMTuI/AAAAAAAAANE/kn38pDv4Dz0/s400/DSCI0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were tearing eachother apart in &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbfx3HIe-I/AAAAAAAAANM/BFpP_K6vcHs/s1600-h/DSCI0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248628463447342050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbfx3HIe-I/AAAAAAAAANM/BFpP_K6vcHs/s400/DSCI0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Gabriel! My little boy is 5years old! I can't believe it, time goes by too fast. He is such an amazing little boy. He was so excited to turn 5. He thinks he's so big, all morning he was going around the house saying "look mommy I can turn the water on all by myself, I'm taller than the table because I'm 5" he could do all that stuff before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3689594627940013860?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3689594627940013860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3689594627940013860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3689594627940013860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3689594627940013860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SNbdDsQbtWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ezGQVhCxQA0/s72-c/DSCI0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4429764430728936725</id><published>2008-08-10T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:40:25.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kXDt2WTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ySywMbAzEiY/s1600-h/DSCI0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082008069364018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kXDt2WTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ySywMbAzEiY/s400/DSCI0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;We had a BBQ at my moms, the kids swam then we went to watch the fireworks. The kids watched the fireworks in the back of Ryans truck. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kYM1y8GI/AAAAAAAAAME/LGy4YGIAgkI/s1600-h/DSCI0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082027698483298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kYM1y8GI/AAAAAAAAAME/LGy4YGIAgkI/s400/DSCI0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kYXeO-0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/m6g7lZzYtx8/s1600-h/DSCI0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082030552447810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kYXeO-0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/m6g7lZzYtx8/s400/DSCI0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved the fireworks but got tired of them after awhile &amp;amp; was wondering when they would be done. Ryan was so fascinated by the fireworks, you can tell by the look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kYh3i_VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Vcj_DBQJ_MY/s1600-h/DSCI0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082033342971218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kYh3i_VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Vcj_DBQJ_MY/s400/DSCI0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SUPERMAN!! Gabriel love's to be catapulted through the air. He's my little fish. He love's to dive &amp;amp; will swim halfway across the pool under the water. He's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kZBJQB6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/G0b8k6oco2g/s1600-h/DSCI0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082041738725282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kZBJQB6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/G0b8k6oco2g/s400/DSCI0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on a show for mom, they all tried to jump in at the same time. My kids can swim all day if we let them. Bella does have a swimsuit but prefers not to wear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4429764430728936725?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4429764430728936725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4429764430728936725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4429764430728936725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4429764430728936725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/08/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJ-kXDt2WTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ySywMbAzEiY/s72-c/DSCI0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-6768929238738567271</id><published>2008-08-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:14:26.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel's test for the Gold Stripe white belt</title><content type='html'>Gabriel was so excited to get his gold belt, his test consisted of  having to do their fight stance and their form Kamsa &amp;amp; a bunch of things but the one thing that amazed me was they had to sit with their legs crossed &amp;amp; their eyes closed for about 2minutes, if they opened their eyes they wouldn't receive their belt.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9mHDsxNI/AAAAAAAAALU/NE1nh4ZBup0/s1600-h/DSCI0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230013529711232210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9mHDsxNI/AAAAAAAAALU/NE1nh4ZBup0/s400/DSCI0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was nervous for Gabriel because how many 4year olds can sit still with their eyes closed for 2minutes. I was so proud of him because he really wanted his belt &amp;amp; he worked hard for it. I can't wait for his next test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9mv5-w9I/AAAAAAAAALc/Ayoq2yzaB20/s1600-h/DSCI0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230013540676322258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9mv5-w9I/AAAAAAAAALc/Ayoq2yzaB20/s400/DSCI0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel doing his Kamsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9m6b32nI/AAAAAAAAALk/8ruHVD-VGjQ/s1600-h/DSCI0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230013543502830194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9m6b32nI/AAAAAAAAALk/8ruHVD-VGjQ/s400/DSCI0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing punches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9nR0GnjI/AAAAAAAAALs/vsBJS21ibtM/s1600-h/DSCI0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230013549778476594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9nR0GnjI/AAAAAAAAALs/vsBJS21ibtM/s400/DSCI0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had to hold this position for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9n0L5CPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SpmjRic9po0/s1600-h/DSCI0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230013559005055218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9n0L5CPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SpmjRic9po0/s400/DSCI0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel receiving his belt. Congrats Gabriel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-6768929238738567271?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/6768929238738567271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=6768929238738567271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6768929238738567271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/6768929238738567271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/08/gabriels-test-for-gold-stripe-white.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s test for the Gold Stripe white belt'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SJS9mHDsxNI/AAAAAAAAALU/NE1nh4ZBup0/s72-c/DSCI0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-7234028430118822831</id><published>2008-06-20T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:50:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAD PAISLEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTJus65I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BxcSUmYJbBQ/s1600-h/DSCI0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214052693222157202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTJus65I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BxcSUmYJbBQ/s400/DSCI0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JEWEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTSZ-wtI/AAAAAAAAALE/WR-A9HfZY-s/s1600-h/DSCI0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214052695551165138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTSZ-wtI/AAAAAAAAALE/WR-A9HfZY-s/s400/DSCI0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julianne Hough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTldRP_I/AAAAAAAAALM/0yvC6iCZuLo/s1600-h/DSCI0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214052700665233394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTldRP_I/AAAAAAAAALM/0yvC6iCZuLo/s400/DSCI0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chuck Wick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAO7rd25I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z80hnD-LOQ8/s1600-h/DSCI0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214042725126364050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAO7rd25I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z80hnD-LOQ8/s400/DSCI0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best time EVER!!! It seemed like such a long time up to the night of the concert, I felt like a little kid waiting for christmas. It was so worth the wait. The concert started at 7:30pm, we got there a little after 6:30. They had all kinds of booths &amp;amp; radio stations. That's where I got the Brad Paisley hat. We also bought two bottles of water that cost $10, I've never spent so much on water but I'll tell you it was good water! We were at the booth of one of the radio stations where they were doing kareoke(??) &amp;amp; I had to go to the bathroom so when I came out Ryan said "I think one of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAPYpWBDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9s0jnTun2Ug/s1600-h/DSCI0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214042732902089778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAPYpWBDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9s0jnTun2Ug/s400/DSCI0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl singers you like was just here(at the radio station) after figuring out it was Julianne Hough. I asked him if he took a picture of her cuz he was really close &amp;amp; he didn't! He was star struck &amp;amp; didn't even think about it. The show was awesome, it started with Julianne Hough, Chuck Wick then the amazing Jewel that everybody love's. She was so beautiful &amp;amp; funny, Ryan said he was in love. So when taking picture's of these three my batteries died in my camera but not too worry I brought extra batteries... I put them in &amp;amp; they were dead too! I wasn't gonna let anything ruin my night so I said oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAPxfPINI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JKsu3Ktsy1s/s1600-h/DSCI0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214042739570581714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAPxfPINI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JKsu3Ktsy1s/s400/DSCI0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well can't do anything about it. Ryan went to go see if anyone was selling them, while he was gone one of the workers came up to me &amp;amp; said "When your boyfriend comes back you guys can move closer to the stage, we have some open seats." I was ecstatic!!! Ryan came back &amp;amp; saw me smiling from ear to ear( he thought I found some batteries) So we got to move closer. It was such an awesome show,so much to look at, my picture's don't do justice, I had to turn my camera on hurry &amp;amp; take a picture before it turned off so they aren't the best. That was the most fun I've had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in awhile. I sang all the songs with Brad Paisley along with the rest of the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAQuvDy6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/rl5M2g_qzNA/s1600-h/DSCI0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214042756011510690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwAQuvDy6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/rl5M2g_qzNA/s400/DSCI0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't know we were low on batteries here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-7234028430118822831?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/7234028430118822831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=7234028430118822831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7234028430118822831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/7234028430118822831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/06/brad-paisley.html' title='BRAD PAISLEY'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFwJTJus65I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BxcSUmYJbBQ/s72-c/DSCI0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5494048521440265250</id><published>2008-06-20T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:30:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indio Cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzAdLlF6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-rZGT_Y1BA4/s1600-h/DSCI0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214028182770227106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzAdLlF6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-rZGT_Y1BA4/s400/DSCI0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went hiking in Palm Springs(just 30min. from Indio), it was really pretty your driving in the desert then all of the sudden there's tonz of palm tree's, an oasis. It was so gorgeous! We saw a lot of lizards, my little brother spotted a huge one, we saw birds. On the second trail we were going to go on I saw two rattlesnakes which I freaked out about, they were 3 feet away from me so I told everyone that we had to go. They were both sleeping but still it was scary. Ryan, my dad &amp;amp; the kids were all standing around them taking picture's &amp;amp; Gabriel being the boy that he is threw a rock at them, luckily he missed! That trail was a habitat for rattlesnakes so we decided not to go on that trail, the park rangers said they would not harm us as long as we didn't bother them but we still decided not go. I absolutely hate snakes. We had so much fun hiking, Ryan &amp;amp; Gabriel fell in the water jumping from one rock to another. There was so much to look at, we didn't mind the 100 degree temp we had a lot of water with us. It was nice to getaway for the weekend. I can't wait for our next vacation, hopefully it's longer. Were planning to go to Utah for the 24th of July, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzAmwbBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0U6Jh2yFUQA/s1600-h/DSCI0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214028185340675218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzAmwbBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0U6Jh2yFUQA/s400/DSCI0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzBN3K6yI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OYoTtbgf4J0/s1600-h/DSCI0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214028195837963042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzBN3K6yI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OYoTtbgf4J0/s400/DSCI0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzBhmF5EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oqYPW5aHhYA/s1600-h/DSCI0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214028201135039554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzBhmF5EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oqYPW5aHhYA/s400/DSCI0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan getting ready to BBQ some steaks. We had a great view on the patio at the resort. We would come out here at night &amp;amp; in the morning, it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzBxHZciI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kc-45TT8mo4/s1600-h/DSCI0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214028205301264930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzBxHZciI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kc-45TT8mo4/s400/DSCI0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5494048521440265250?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5494048521440265250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5494048521440265250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5494048521440265250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5494048521440265250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/06/indio-cont.html' title='Indio Cont.'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvzAdLlF6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-rZGT_Y1BA4/s72-c/DSCI0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-144619037236288980</id><published>2008-06-20T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:04:37.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indio Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soak City. My little brother Gabe was there but he's 13 &amp;amp; was off by himself. After being there all day we(the adults) were ready to go but the kids could have stayed all night, luckily they closed at 5pm. So we went back to the condo &amp;amp; relaxed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvy3JZzbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j9ZwpLeUN4Q/s1600-h/DSCI0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214024650687368626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvy3JZzbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j9ZwpLeUN4Q/s400/DSCI0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvzHgp4-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/VXyEZQncdqg/s1600-h/DSCI0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214024655079859170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvzHgp4-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/VXyEZQncdqg/s400/DSCI0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvzq7TZiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0P_Jwu9ESXc/s1600-h/DSCI0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214024664586872354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvzq7TZiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0P_Jwu9ESXc/s400/DSCI0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvz-4gGrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qv1PMzHM_gw/s1600-h/DSCI0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214024669943831218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvz-4gGrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qv1PMzHM_gw/s400/DSCI0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvv0eQJVSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iQVhnoJJ3Cs/s1600-h/DSCI0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214024678364501282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvv0eQJVSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iQVhnoJJ3Cs/s400/DSCI0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-144619037236288980?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/144619037236288980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=144619037236288980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/144619037236288980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/144619037236288980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/06/indio-continued.html' title='Indio Continued'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvvy3JZzbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j9ZwpLeUN4Q/s72-c/DSCI0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5488804352610753670</id><published>2008-06-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:53:30.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend getaway to Indio, CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a weekend trip with my parents &amp;amp; my little brother to Indo, CA. It was nice to getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Knotts Berry Soak City, it was a blast! The kids loved the waterslides, Gabriel wanted to go on all of them but he was too small for some of the bigger one's, he was a little bummed out but I told him we would come back when he was bigger &amp;amp; that seemed to make him feel a little better. They had this big beach house with a bunch of waterslides for the kids &amp;amp; at the very top was this huge pail that filled up with water &amp;amp; when it was full it dumped over the beach house &amp;amp; it was cold water!!! It didn't matter if you were underneath anything you still would get soaking wet. Bella absolutely hated it &amp;amp; was screaming at the top of her lungs, Gabriel didn't like it either cuz it was cold, other than that they loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr1vuZHqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iM2ubqiqxSk/s1600-h/DSCI0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020302188125858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr1vuZHqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iM2ubqiqxSk/s400/DSCI0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr2GInVQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2kVcCAzjpmU/s1600-h/DSCI0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020308203689218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr2GInVQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2kVcCAzjpmU/s400/DSCI0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Beach House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr2QhJHiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MlO2HMcKkvQ/s1600-h/DSCI0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020310990921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr2QhJHiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MlO2HMcKkvQ/s400/DSCI0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lounging in the lazy river with grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr2iHwQBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XRZoEII8WzY/s1600-h/DSCI0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020315716272146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr2iHwQBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XRZoEII8WzY/s400/DSCI0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan's crazy, this looked so scary. Gabriel wanted to go on this slide but he was too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr3ajjuhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KRuw8__kOK0/s1600-h/DSCI0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020330865277458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr3ajjuhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KRuw8__kOK0/s400/DSCI0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5488804352610753670?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5488804352610753670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5488804352610753670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5488804352610753670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5488804352610753670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-weekend-getaway-to-indio-ca.html' title='Our weekend getaway to Indio, CA'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SFvr1vuZHqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iM2ubqiqxSk/s72-c/DSCI0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-5641373359706567616</id><published>2008-06-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:55:33.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabriel is in karate &amp;amp; he love's it, I was really nervous at first because he so shy &amp;amp; doesn't like to do anything without us right there. The first couple of times were hard for him, he just mostly sat back and watched and Ryan had to get up with him. Now after a month he love's it and has a ton of fun. I love it too because he's starting to behave better, he still has his tantrums but they are less than before and he'll clean his room without having me ask him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bella had her recital May 31, I don't have any pictures because they didn't allow it, I don't know why. Anyways Ryan was too far back to get any good ones, he recorded it so I'll see if I can get some pictures from that and post them later. She was so excited, she was 3rd so when she saw the two dances ahead of her she kept telling me "Mommy I want to dance out there!"(on the stage) it was so cute how excited she was. When we got out there she did her little dance, didn't even care about the people watching. I thought it was so sweet &amp;amp; I was so proud of her, I was on stage with her &amp;amp; so were the other moms with their girls. I think I was more nervous being in front of all the people. I am so excited for her next recital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FMScX_FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pKa6slJtYVI/s1600-h/DSCI0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210107527581662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FMScX_FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pKa6slJtYVI/s400/DSCI0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel 2nd from the left doing Kamsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FM_9UvYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c4CABr9CdHQ/s1600-h/DSCI0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210107539799457154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FM_9UvYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c4CABr9CdHQ/s400/DSCI0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella on stage after the recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FNUykEUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/isXnFhJ9xyk/s1600-h/DSCI0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210107545391468866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FNUykEUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/isXnFhJ9xyk/s400/DSCI0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her proud dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FNyXCD4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2rliIWWqg2Q/s1600-h/DSCI0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210107553329057666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FNyXCD4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2rliIWWqg2Q/s400/DSCI0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing around with the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FOSrAD-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ALzXVCJBNek/s1600-h/DSCI0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210107562002747362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FOSrAD-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ALzXVCJBNek/s400/DSCI0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo taken by Gabriel, my little photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-5641373359706567616?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/5641373359706567616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=5641373359706567616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5641373359706567616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/5641373359706567616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-angels.html' title='My little angels'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SE4FMScX_FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pKa6slJtYVI/s72-c/DSCI0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1079225960703216766</id><published>2008-05-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:52:24.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day &amp; Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOXH1xxAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1t3qDK_-5fg/s1600-h/DSCI0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200617828854645762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOXH1xxAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1t3qDK_-5fg/s400/DSCI0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella chatting on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOXn1xxBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hxTopBlsPtQ/s1600-h/DSCI0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200617837444580370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOXn1xxBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hxTopBlsPtQ/s400/DSCI0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got Brad Paisley tickets for mother's day, I can't wait!!! June 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOYH1xxCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/24vBaH3Ej4M/s1600-h/DSCI0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200617846034514978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOYH1xxCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/24vBaH3Ej4M/s400/DSCI0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My blue eyed boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOYn1xxDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KcGlwgmfRw0/s1600-h/DSCI0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200617854624449586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOYn1xxDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KcGlwgmfRw0/s400/DSCI0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9 year anniversary at Firebirds restaurant, it was so romantic, they had this guy playing music. It was so fun &amp;amp; I can't believe it's been 9yrs that me &amp;amp; Ryan have been married. Time flies way too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOY31xxEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ulioEf3Pl4E/s1600-h/DSCI0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200617858919416898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOY31xxEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ulioEf3Pl4E/s400/DSCI0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1079225960703216766?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1079225960703216766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1079225960703216766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1079225960703216766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1079225960703216766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-anniversary.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day &amp; Anniversary'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCxOXH1xxAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1t3qDK_-5fg/s72-c/DSCI0356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4138602839633413175</id><published>2008-05-09T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:22:02.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our picnic at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was such a nice day for a picnic, so I brought out our picnic basket that we've used like twice before this (I've had it for 9yrs) Gabriel thought it was so cool &amp;amp; wanted to throw everything we had in our kitchen in it. Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella rolled up in his Jeep, there wasn't enough room for me so I had to walk. The kids raced eachother on the grass since the playground was already too hot for them to play on. These beautiful days are numbered here in arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUANqUGH5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LNinqm0dhdA/s1600-h/DSCI0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198561579565981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUANqUGH5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LNinqm0dhdA/s400/DSCI0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAOKUGH6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/e1Rq8xFrwLM/s1600-h/DSCI0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198561588155916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAOKUGH6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/e1Rq8xFrwLM/s400/DSCI0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAOqUGH7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5rbO6V31wlQ/s1600-h/DSCI0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198561596745850802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAOqUGH7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5rbO6V31wlQ/s400/DSCI0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe how big Gabriel looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAO6UGH8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2-HAm5I0rR4/s1600-h/DSCI0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198561601040818114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAO6UGH8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2-HAm5I0rR4/s400/DSCI0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo taken by Gabriel, he love's to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAPaUGH9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/fw26N1_WxBc/s1600-h/DSCI0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198561609630752722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUAPaUGH9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/fw26N1_WxBc/s400/DSCI0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4138602839633413175?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4138602839633413175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4138602839633413175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4138602839633413175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4138602839633413175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-picnic-at-park.html' title='Our picnic at the park'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCUANqUGH5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LNinqm0dhdA/s72-c/DSCI0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-545743930941431123</id><published>2008-05-06T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:14:41.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our saturday's will be spent here at the lake, well if were not too busy with work. We love to come and hang out on the lake all day. Gabriel love's to go fishing, Bella &amp;amp; I love the junk food &amp;amp; the scenery. Ryan love's to drive the boat, he forgets he has his two little kids in the boat sometimes and goes way too fast, at least I think so. He says he has to cuz Gabriel tells him "Go super fast daddy!" I don't know if Gabriel love's the speed so much cuz he'll sit under the dashboard the whole time. The lake is our getaway from everything &amp;amp; everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just moved from Queen Creek to Chandler &amp;amp; are finally getting settled. I absolutely hate moving!!! I love that were closer to the business &amp;amp; everything which is so nice cuz now were home more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8OjQD4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ScjDfmdZr2U/s1600-h/DSCI0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197406792846413698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8OjQD4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ScjDfmdZr2U/s400/DSCI0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8ejQD5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/lLZ6CNbTBrg/s1600-h/DSCI0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197406797141381010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8ejQD5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/lLZ6CNbTBrg/s400/DSCI0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8-jQD6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KwEsfoqlFTk/s1600-h/DSCI0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197406805731315618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8-jQD6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KwEsfoqlFTk/s400/DSCI0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Gabriel's &amp;amp; Bella's favorite spot, they call it the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl9ujQD7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/jMzaIJBEdYY/s1600-h/DSCI0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197406818616217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl9ujQD7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/jMzaIJBEdYY/s400/DSCI0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Building a dam, it was pretty big when they were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl9-jQD8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/MjymPhsh5to/s1600-h/DSCI0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197406822911184834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl9-jQD8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/MjymPhsh5to/s400/DSCI0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Utah for the Salt Lake 1/2 marathon. I ran with Rosa. It was so fun &amp;amp; beautiful! So different than running here in flat AZ. I beat my last time 2:03.yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-545743930941431123?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/545743930941431123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=545743930941431123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/545743930941431123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/545743930941431123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/05/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/SCDl8OjQD4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ScjDfmdZr2U/s72-c/DSCI0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-9185339656419583817</id><published>2008-04-02T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:54:24.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 28th birthday! My cake was all lite up, I definetly don't feel 28. It was a good day, Ryan took the day off &amp;amp; he gave me the day off too he made me breakfast, waffles my favorite yummy! Ryan kept telling me how beautiful I was the whole day, I think he didn't want me to feel bad about my age. It didn't bother me like I thought it would, maybe next year I might shed some tears.Haha.  We went hiking, dinner at Olive Garden (also my favorite) &amp;amp; hung out at the bowling alley.Ryan &amp;amp; Moy played pool &amp;amp; played video games. It was a good time. I hope my next birthday doesn't come too fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKx5wg1-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rBol1UAOcD4/s1600-h/DSCI0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780923444451298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKx5wg1-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rBol1UAOcD4/s400/DSCI0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKyZwg1_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/A28t45D4UKM/s1600-h/DSCI0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780932034385906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKyZwg1_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/A28t45D4UKM/s400/DSCI0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKypwg2AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D34iInBQRLA/s1600-h/DSCI0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780936329353218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKypwg2AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D34iInBQRLA/s400/DSCI0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKy5wg2BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JQWFwNsiKIc/s1600-h/DSCI0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780940624320530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKy5wg2BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JQWFwNsiKIc/s400/DSCI0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Elise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKzZwg2CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZbhPAt_u0u4/s1600-h/DSCI0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780949214255138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKzZwg2CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZbhPAt_u0u4/s400/DSCI0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-9185339656419583817?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/9185339656419583817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=9185339656419583817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/9185339656419583817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/9185339656419583817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QKx5wg1-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rBol1UAOcD4/s72-c/DSCI0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-3579008547779551447</id><published>2008-04-02T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:23:29.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking on my b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went hiking on my birthday to San Tan flats, it was a 2mile hike. It was so beautiful, a perfect day for this. The kids loved it, they collected the rocks &amp;amp; sticks along the way. They made it half way, the last of it we carried them. Bella fell asleep in my arms so it was dead weight but it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QFbpwg19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fmt0OcAOP8c/s1600-h/DSCI0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184775043634223058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QFbpwg19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fmt0OcAOP8c/s400/DSCI0091.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Resting after the first mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEtZwg14I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x6EYWpufDes/s1600-h/DSCI0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEuJwg15I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DMZnD5IUcV8/s1600-h/DSCI0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774261950175122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEuJwg15I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DMZnD5IUcV8/s400/DSCI0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel found a walking stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEvJwg16I/AAAAAAAAAEg/283m967nbR8/s1600-h/DSCI0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774279130044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEvJwg16I/AAAAAAAAAEg/283m967nbR8/s400/DSCI0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEvpwg17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/66OI-EGn1JY/s1600-h/DSCI0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774287719978930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEvpwg17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/66OI-EGn1JY/s400/DSCI0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEv5wg18I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1dGe5Uho1Ls/s1600-h/DSCI0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774292014946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QEv5wg18I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1dGe5Uho1Ls/s400/DSCI0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are so loveable sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-3579008547779551447?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/3579008547779551447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=3579008547779551447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3579008547779551447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/3579008547779551447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiking-on-my-b-day.html' title='Hiking on my b-day'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_QFbpwg19I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fmt0OcAOP8c/s72-c/DSCI0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4243627869211152846</id><published>2008-04-02T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:59:54.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuelo's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-xpwg13I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lTjrqs2aYm8/s1600-h/DSCI0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184767725009950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-xpwg13I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lTjrqs2aYm8/s400/DSCI0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abuelo's 80th b-day party, we had at El Zocalo. It was good times, yummy food, music &amp;amp; all the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-eJwg1zI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mo_6rSwI9sw/s1600-h/DSCI0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184767390002501426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-eJwg1zI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mo_6rSwI9sw/s400/DSCI0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He sang with the mariachi band, it was so cute. He sang all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-epwg10I/AAAAAAAAADw/8Dgt8D9GbME/s1600-h/DSCI0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184767398592436034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-epwg10I/AAAAAAAAADw/8Dgt8D9GbME/s400/DSCI0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom, aunts &amp;amp; uncle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-fJwg11I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xX_2jnIlQxA/s1600-h/DSCI0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184767407182370642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-fJwg11I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xX_2jnIlQxA/s400/DSCI0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; my little bro Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-fZwg12I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OEkyJnA7Lm4/s1600-h/DSCI0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184767411477337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-fZwg12I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OEkyJnA7Lm4/s400/DSCI0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella had a ball dancing to the music, she's my little dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4243627869211152846?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4243627869211152846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4243627869211152846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4243627869211152846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4243627869211152846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/04/abuelos-birthday-party.html' title='Abuelo&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R_P-xpwg13I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lTjrqs2aYm8/s72-c/DSCI0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4014535879503136770</id><published>2008-03-13T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:16:10.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've done this year so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIghwMzSI/AAAAAAAAADA/1eih84bre_g/s1600-h/DSCI0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460076525178146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIghwMzSI/AAAAAAAAADA/1eih84bre_g/s400/DSCI0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My first half marathon, 2:17min. It was sooo hard but such a great accomplishment. It was an awesome feeling crossing the finish line Ryan, Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella were waiting for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIhBwMzTI/AAAAAAAAADI/hQln-Yp8emI/s1600-h/DSCI0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460085115112754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIhBwMzTI/AAAAAAAAADI/hQln-Yp8emI/s400/DSCI0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIhhwMzUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dNvO4mRK3K8/s1600-h/DSCI0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460093705047362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIhhwMzUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dNvO4mRK3K8/s400/DSCI0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabriel &amp;amp; Bella playing around, they are so cute when their not fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIhxwMzVI/AAAAAAAAADY/-J-rGBFDIj8/s1600-h/DSCI0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460098000014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIhxwMzVI/AAAAAAAAADY/-J-rGBFDIj8/s400/DSCI0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time taking the boat out to the lake this year, it was so beautiful. I'm excited for our summer days at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIiBwMzWI/AAAAAAAAADg/PcG84IgXnw0/s1600-h/DSCI0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177460102294981986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIiBwMzWI/AAAAAAAAADg/PcG84IgXnw0/s400/DSCI0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4014535879503136770?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4014535879503136770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4014535879503136770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4014535879503136770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4014535879503136770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-weve-done-this-year-so-far.html' title='What we&apos;ve done this year so far'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R9oIghwMzSI/AAAAAAAAADA/1eih84bre_g/s72-c/DSCI0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1391780660539483152</id><published>2008-01-09T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:23:00.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4Wn1fY43NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ptqVT1HEUjo/s1600-h/DSCI0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153709885996195026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4Wn1fY43NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ptqVT1HEUjo/s400/DSCI0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A perfect day to play at the park. Ryan said you can't do this in Utah, play outside right after christmas with jackets. I love this time of year, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnPfY43II/AAAAAAAAACQ/RSIiHvLigZ4/s1600-h/DSCI0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153709233161165954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnPfY43II/AAAAAAAAACQ/RSIiHvLigZ4/s400/DSCI0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel love's to go fishing. They didn't catch anything but it was a lot of fun &amp;amp; we did see a bunch of fish.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnP_Y43JI/AAAAAAAAACY/QzO3pzJIbSs/s1600-h/DSCI0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153709241751100562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnP_Y43JI/AAAAAAAAACY/QzO3pzJIbSs/s400/DSCI0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnQvY43KI/AAAAAAAAACg/DnasU5enN_Q/s1600-h/DSCI0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnRPY43LI/AAAAAAAAACo/TL5iqv1gans/s1600-h/DSCI0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153709263225937074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnRPY43LI/AAAAAAAAACo/TL5iqv1gans/s400/DSCI0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a stroll around the lake. He's pretty fast on his scooter, he was going down the hill &amp;amp; lost control, fell off &amp;amp; his scooter went straight for the lake luckily Ryan caught it before it went in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnSPY43MI/AAAAAAAAACw/NsVV1jXPgs0/s1600-h/DSCI0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153709280405806274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4WnSPY43MI/AAAAAAAAACw/NsVV1jXPgs0/s400/DSCI0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two can stay at the park all day, they never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1391780660539483152?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1391780660539483152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1391780660539483152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1391780660539483152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1391780660539483152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/01/fishing-at-park.html' title='Fishing at the park'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R4Wn1fY43NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ptqVT1HEUjo/s72-c/DSCI0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-4259460246447769683</id><published>2008-01-02T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:01:57.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59vY43DI/AAAAAAAAABk/88eVLoomcpA/s1600-h/DSCI0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151126175404842034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59vY43DI/AAAAAAAAABk/88eVLoomcpA/s400/DSCI0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful Bella. She love's taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59vY43EI/AAAAAAAAABs/35wJIe5qFsE/s1600-h/DSCI0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151126175404842050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59vY43EI/AAAAAAAAABs/35wJIe5qFsE/s400/DSCI0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess Gabriel had an itch. Haha classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59_Y43FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dKSGWJpsKx0/s1600-h/DSCI0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151126179699809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59_Y43FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dKSGWJpsKx0/s400/DSCI0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-4259460246447769683?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/4259460246447769683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=4259460246447769683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4259460246447769683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/4259460246447769683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x59vY43DI/AAAAAAAAABk/88eVLoomcpA/s72-c/DSCI0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-877627413650567985</id><published>2008-01-02T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:58:07.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3ffY42-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fn4ni-xDl5k/s1600-h/DSCI0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151123456690543586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3ffY42-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fn4ni-xDl5k/s320/DSCI0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve at my mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3f_Y42_I/AAAAAAAAABE/exLeYYrVH4g/s1600-h/DSCI0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151123465280478194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3f_Y42_I/AAAAAAAAABE/exLeYYrVH4g/s320/DSCI0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel didn't want to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3gvY43AI/AAAAAAAAABM/BHgjvN2n3t8/s1600-h/DSCI0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151123478165380098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3gvY43AI/AAAAAAAAABM/BHgjvN2n3t8/s320/DSCI0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning the kids were still asleep at 8 so me &amp;amp; ryan were so excited that we woke them up, they were so happy. Gabriel had been waiting all month for this day. Once Gabriel was done unwrapping his presents he was looking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3hPY43BI/AAAAAAAAABU/gmnAlQCeK7E/s1600-h/DSCI0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151123486755314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3hPY43BI/AAAAAAAAABU/gmnAlQCeK7E/s320/DSCI0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3hvY43CI/AAAAAAAAABc/888Q-e6Aee4/s1600-h/DSCI0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151123495345249314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3hvY43CI/AAAAAAAAABc/888Q-e6Aee4/s320/DSCI0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played with all the toys till about 3pm then went to my mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-877627413650567985?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/877627413650567985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=877627413650567985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/877627413650567985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/877627413650567985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x3ffY42-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fn4ni-xDl5k/s72-c/DSCI0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-1320154230336536419</id><published>2008-01-02T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:37:47.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwlPY426I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Uu-g_rCAO9Y/s1600-h/DSCI0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151115858893396898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwlPY426I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Uu-g_rCAO9Y/s400/DSCI0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella watching the boat parade, the boats were all covered in christmas lights going down Tempe lake. It was pretty fun. We had front row &amp;amp; the kids loved it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwlfY427I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nkcwdq7v3IQ/s1600-h/DSCI0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151115863188364210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwlfY427I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nkcwdq7v3IQ/s400/DSCI0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also got to see santa but Bella wouldn't get within 10ft. of him without screaming. As you can see Gabriel wasn't too happy sitting with santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwl_Y428I/AAAAAAAAAAs/mf9Fy34HzCQ/s1600-h/DSCI0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151115871778298818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwl_Y428I/AAAAAAAAAAs/mf9Fy34HzCQ/s400/DSCI0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel writing a letter to santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-1320154230336536419?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/1320154230336536419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=1320154230336536419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1320154230336536419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/1320154230336536419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/01/bella-watching-boat-parade-boats-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3xwlPY426I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Uu-g_rCAO9Y/s72-c/DSCI0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191000560078127657.post-491145587649259908</id><published>2008-01-02T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:08:32.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's Dance class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x7KfY43GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BTlDUUcELyY/s1600-h/DSCI0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151127493959801954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x7KfY43GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BTlDUUcELyY/s400/DSCI0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella love's her dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x7KvY43HI/AAAAAAAAACE/-NZJ5f7l4BE/s1600-h/DSCI0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151127498254769266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x7KvY43HI/AAAAAAAAACE/-NZJ5f7l4BE/s400/DSCI0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3vM3vY424I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Q95XMtl-kw/s1600-h/DSCI0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150935856814021506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3vM3vY424I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Q95XMtl-kw/s320/DSCI0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella at her dance class. The teacher brought these outfits for them to wear for the day. They thought they were so pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6191000560078127657-491145587649259908?l=marisolbullock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/feeds/491145587649259908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6191000560078127657&amp;postID=491145587649259908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/491145587649259908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191000560078127657/posts/default/491145587649259908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisolbullock.blogspot.com/2008/01/bella-at-her-dance-class.html' title='Bella&apos;s Dance class'/><author><name>Marisol Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02523581588417550087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/Sc-uVHn4dqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m_n245v5tB8/S220/06-11-07_1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5FjIBCc7DU/R3x7KfY43GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BTlDUUcELyY/s72-c/DSCI0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
