<?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-3420675271611851572</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:30:09.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Harrison Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2600871161159746675</id><published>2010-05-23T14:15:00.033-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:03:00.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego trip!</title><content type='html'>On May 02, 2010 we went to Phoenix Arizona so we could catch the plane the next day and go to San Diego. The original plan was that we would leave home on Monday morning and drive straight to the airport and catch our flight. We made sure to book a later flight just for this plan, but last minute we decided that we would go into work really early on Sunday morning and than leave to Phoenix and stay at Geniel's (Miles' sister) house. We worked till about noon, packed up the car and headed out. We made really good time. I can't remember what time it was when we arrived in Phoenix, but it was still light outside. After stopping at Geneil's house, we went out to eat. We just grabbed something fast at Panda Express and than we went to Dave &amp;amp; Busters to play. Miley loved to ride the car like game/rides and she loved to play basketball.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484923063590201154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5cd0mkJ0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/fdSgVYrkj7Q/s320/DSCN1971.JPG" /&gt;The next morning we went and ate Breakfast at Butterfield's. (So yummy) We than went shopping for a while. Before we knew it, it was time to head to the airport. Talk about major stress! None of us knew what we were doing. The last time I flew it was in high school. Miles hasn't flown in forever, and Mike flew last year with his Grandparents, but didn't remember anything! So we had no idea where to park. We drove around in circles for what seemed like forever. We had anyone and everyone on the phone trying to get information. I was on the Internet on my phone trying to find out where to park. At that point I wasn't concerned with how much the parking was going to cost, I would have paid anything. Than one of Miles' sisters sent Miles a text telling us where the economy parking was and since time was getting away from us we better just park there. We were really close so once we got that text it was within 5 minutes and we were parked. We still had plenty of time, but I honestly felt like on Home Alone 2 where the family is running to catch the plane. We checked our bags, got our boarding passes and age verified Miley. We didn't buy Miley a ticket since she was under 2 we choice to have her fly as a lap child. We than proceeded to security, they checked our boarding passes and ID, and than tried to tell me I still needed to get Miley a boarding pass. I wanted to kill them. I told the old man that I already did, the lady that gave us our boarding passes used Miley's birth certificate and printed her a boarding pass. Another worker had to tell the dumb man that her boarding pass was stapled to mine. At this point I was so irritated. So once we got to security, we took off our shoes, put all our stuff in the buckets and headed through the medal detector thing. Somehow Miles and Miley got separated from me and they were ahead of me. Anyway, Miley got scared walking through the medal detector and she turned around, started crying and ran back to me. I felt so bad for her. I was so irritated with the whole situation, this was all new to her and she had no idea what we were doing. They let me carry her through, thankfully because at this point she is terrified and didn't want to walk. We got our shoes and belongings and found where we were going to board and sat down and finally relaxed. We had about 45 minutes (maybe longer, can't remember) till we would board. When we were boarding the plane, the lady taking the boarding passes told us that it was not going to be a full flight so Miley could have her own seat. That was so nice. I sat by the window and Miley sat between Miles and I. Mike sat behind us. I was really worried that take off would hurt Miley's ears, so I brought a bottle for her and lots of fruit snacks to chew on. It was taking forever for us to take off. Someone announced that they were just waiting on something and it shouldn't be much longer, but it seemed like forever, because Miley wouldn't stop crying. We hadn't even taken off yet and she was really upset. A nice lady that sat on the other side of us, started talking to her and that calmed her down. We finally started moving, and after going down the big runway thing we finally started heading to the sky. Miley did great the whole time. I don't think the air pressure bugged her one bit at all. We kept Miley occupied with her fruit snakes and peanuts that they handed out. The flight was really quick. I think it was just over an hour. After we landed we went and got our luggage, and headed to the car rental place. We had made plans with Hertz to rent a full size car, but they didn't have a full size car when we got there so they gave us a van for the same price. I was actually very glad for that because I was worried about getting all our stuff in a car. We stayed at Days Hotel. Thankfully we brought our Tom Tom GPS so we found the motel right away (and every where else we went). I had Miles find an In &amp;amp; Out and bring food back to the room for us. We had a long day so we went to bed after eating.&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;The next day we went to Sea World! Sea World was so much fun. Miley was able to meet Elmo and Zoe! Miley loves Elmo. Miley and I went on Elmo's flying fish ride a number of times. We both enjoyed that. We went and saw Shamu's show twice. During the show they would have you do hand motions to get Shamu to splash, and Miley really got into that. Sea World was not busy at all, which made it so nice.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484924408051706642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5dsFHKqxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/WMSvi5VEWeU/s320/DSCN1979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484923732444461234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5dEwR2OLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZmxKoKtk2rY/s320/DSCN1975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484926029965728002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5fKfNmmQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gTri1vfjALA/s320/DSCN1988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484925071076520546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5eSrEmcmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pdS-W7B0l44/s320/DSCN1986.JPG" /&gt;The next day we went to Disneyland! Disneyland was busy, but not as busy as it was when we went last year. Miley loves Winnie the Pooh, so we thought it would be great for Miley to meet Pooh. Well, she hated it. She didn't want anything to do with him or his friends, Tigger and Eeyore. I'm thinking she was just really tired, because she is shy, but she didn't have problems meeting Elmo or Zoe the day before. We took Miley on the Pooh ride, she wasn't too sure of it at times and I would have to hold her closer. That was another sign she wasn't having a great morning, because she has liked all the other rides. The wait for the rides were so nice. Some rides we waited less than 5 minutes, and others no longer than 20 minutes. We took Miley on the train, the carousel, It's a Small World, the Pooh ride, and the Dumbo ride. Miles took her on the Dumbo flying elephant ride and I think that was probably her favorite. I went on Space Mountain, which I wasn't able to do last year because the line was too long. This year, I bet we only waited 10 minutes. After other rides, snacking, eating lunch and lots of walking we watched Celebrate : A Street Party. We saw it last year, but it was fun, we wanted to see it again. Since it wasn't the busy season, the park closed at 8:00 pm. After doing some shopping in Downtown Disney, we headed back to our car. We were going to eat dinner at Downtown Disney, but the tram like thing that would take us to our car only ran for an hour after the park closed so we had dinner at Denny's. Miley was so tired, I held her and she slept all through dinner. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484927782641784690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5gwgcI13I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pWC2_tJF-Io/s320/DSCN2026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484926734919972562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5fzhXyttI/AAAAAAAAAgM/luSnDviJJGo/s320/DSCN2022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to Lego Land! When we first got into the park they have people that take your picture. I just kept walking but the man was taking Miles and Miley's picture, but Miley didn't want her picture taken so she is sitting in her stroller with her shirt pulled up over her head. It was so funny. I'm sad now that I didn't take a picture of that or go and buy the picture they took. I think Miley really enjoyed Lego Land. Lego Land seems to be more for the little kids, so I'm glad we had Miley with us to enjoy it more. Miley was tall enough to ride a good amount of the rides there. Miles took Miley on a boat ride, where you actually have to steer the boat down the water trail. Anyway, Miley was getting so mad that she couldn't steer the whole time. Miles would have grab the steering wheel to put them back on track and that made Miley so mad. I wanted to take Miley on that ride again, since it looked so fun, but after seeing that she didn't want any help, we didn't go on it again. There was another ride that we all had a ton of fun on. We were in a fire truck like thing and it was a race against other people. We had to race our fire truck to the other side of the track, and get out and spray water into a fake burning building and than race back. We missed 1st place my 1 second. We would have took 1st, but we only had one hose shooting water and the other teams were able to get both hoses to work. It was so much fun. Miley also went on a flying airplane ride and a train ride. She also loved playing with legos they had in the playgrounds. They also have a water play ground and she loved that. She got soaked! When we went into the gift shop, Miley started grabbing all kinds of Lego sets and putting them in the bottom of our stroller. I honestly don't even know why we brought the stroller anywhere. Miley hated riding in it, she wanted to walk. And that is what she would tell us when we put her in the stroller and after she would through a huge fit, she would point to the ground and say "walk". After we went to Lego Land we went to Mission beach and met Sharla and Ben there. It was dark and kind of cold so we didn't stay long but than we went back to the motel and went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484928863291956386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5hvaLN3KI/AAAAAAAAAgc/lEWZmBRlDoA/s320/DSCN2049.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484930143757633266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5i58SBhvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/oxC7WPvKYA8/s320/DSCN2056.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484930854916686402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5jjVjjgkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gBaPOkUKvh8/s320/DSCN2069.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484931687014366578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5kTxXGfXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kSF3UO84RSE/s320/DSCN2077.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484932458315696258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5lAqrqyII/AAAAAAAAAg8/-Qi7j8ml1cE/s320/DSCN2080.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484934085040552482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5mfWtGOiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/88XISGuY3R8/s320/DSCN2090.JPG" /&gt;The next day we went to the San Diego Zoo. The Zoo is huge! We spent the whole day there, that they were open and still didn't get to see the whole place. We saw the panda bears, which I was so excited about. I have always loved panda bears, but have never seen them in person, so that was exciting for me. There was also a petting zoo, which Miley really enjoyed. We all had a lot of fun and we all did a lot of walking at the zoo. Later that night we wanted to eat something really yummy. We were sick of eating amusement park and fast food, so we went to Anthony's Fish Grotto. It was right by the ocean. The view was so pretty and the food was so good. I had fresh salmon. We than went back to the motel to go swimming. While Miles and Mike usually headed to the hot tub, Miley and I would play in the pool. Once the sun went down, it was actually really cool outside, but if we kept moving in the water, it didn't get too cold. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484976382509298450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB6M9ZDfsxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EkMjMIFRE1w/s320/DSCN2128.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484980224208445458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB6QdAf8oBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0R2ToK5wCSI/s320/DSCN2125.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487206327276497026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCZ5FQqXaII/AAAAAAAAAhc/0OUgvji39no/s320/DSCN2144.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487207438230923842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCZ6F7SiqkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vl61CRm5La4/s320/DSCN2152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487209722633268418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCZ8K5WgLMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/wyadKb2jO7U/s320/DSCN2172.JPG" /&gt;The next day was Sharla's wedding. She got married in the San Diego Temple. Before we headed to the temple we drove across the Coronado Bridge.  The view was beautiful. Miley ended up getting a cold so she wasn't feeling that great that day. Once we got to the temple we all hung out and waited for Sharla and Ben to come out of the Temple. It was fun hanging out with almost all of the family. Miley had so much fun running around with her cousins. Once Sharla and Ben came out we all took lots of pictures and all had fun being with each other. For dinner we all ate at Barbarella. It was really yummy. Our table was being so loud. I'm amazed they didn't kick us out, even though we had outside seating. We were having so much fun and we just couldn't stop laughing. After dinner we went to the beach which was really close to the restaurant. While at the beach, Miles and I asked Steve and Lisa one question, we turn around and Miley is not at our side. Before I start to freak out, I look a little farther and she is running down the beach chasing a seagull. It was so cute. Miley loved playing in the sand. We didn't stay long because it was getting dark and I wanted to go back to the motel and start packing so we would be ready in the morning to head home. :( &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487210705522001362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCZ9EG5cBdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZNaerNf_G50/s320/DSCN2186.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487262961424162530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCaslzTYXuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/gikHrv0LKwQ/s320/DSCN2226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487212111185961666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCZ-V7Z14sI/AAAAAAAAAh8/vlO6bEj9VDs/s320/DSCN2220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487263919208444946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCatdjU8tBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HYkKq9pNzaw/s320/DSCN2231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487213155148717202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TCZ_Ssd9XJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9OUQFYW395c/s320/DSCN2302.JPG" /&gt;The next day we loaded up all our stuff and headed back to the airport. It went so smooth on the way back. We dropped off our rental van. And the shuttle took us to the airport and we had plenty of time left before our departure. The morning before I check us into our flight via my cell phone so we had pretty good boarding passes. After eating breakfast at the airport, getting our boarding passes printed and going through security, we still had over a hour to hang out and wait. Miley liked to look out the window and watch the other planes take off. Once we were finally able to load the plane, Miles told me that the man that took our stroller said it wasn't going to be a full flight so again Miley was able to have her own seat. I'm glad she didn't have to sit on my lap. I wouldn't have minded, because that's what I was planning anyway, but it was nice the way it ended up. After take off, it wasn't too long before Miley fell asleep. We had to wake her when we landed back in Phoenix. It was Mother's Day, so for my Mother's Day lunch we ate at Joe's Crab Shack in Phoenix and we did a little shopping before heading home. That was the longest drive. After being in a plane for such a sort time and getting somewhere fast, it made the drive worse, but we could have drove the whole way and that would have been worse. Miley gets car sick a lot so a while ago we bought her Sea Bands. Which our little wrist bands that work by acupuncture and they must have worked because she didn't get sick once while in the car on our trip. We finally got home around midnight. It was so nice to sleep in our own bed, but it wasn't nice to have to wake up early the next morning to go to work. Our vacation was so much fun. I'm so glad we were able to go and do everything we did. I can't wait to go back. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-2600871161159746675?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2600871161159746675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/san-diego-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2600871161159746675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2600871161159746675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/san-diego-trip.html' title='San Diego trip!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/TB5cd0mkJ0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/fdSgVYrkj7Q/s72-c/DSCN1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1478272059797220371</id><published>2010-05-15T14:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:39:19.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>The Saturday before Easter we got up early and headed to the park for the Easter egg hunt. It was really cold, but that didn't stop Miley from having a great time. When we first got there Miley was so excited to see all the eggs. Miley called them "balls". When it was finally time to run and collect the eggs, Miley knew right away what to do. She really enjoyed it. I was hoping she would at least get two eggs, but she got eleven. She was also very proud of her eggs.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471602922258478850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S-8J3jU0twI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZXljCuwXN3A/s320/DSC_0543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471889873969386466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AO2VwAk-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/7CuSXtF7C_8/s320/DSC_0569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471602926466441906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S-8J3zAFIrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-qsAE70r09w/s320/DSC_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890638416778946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_APi1ieFsI/AAAAAAAAAec/JQ6V-sCB5Bg/s320/DSC_0570.JPG" /&gt;Later that day we went to Comb Wash and had our annual Harrison cook out. The weather was better so it felt pretty good. We enjoyed lots of yummy food. We had chicken, dutch oven potatoes, salads, bread, etc. It was really good. We also had a egg hunt for the kids. Miley already had practice from earlier so she was a pro. Again, she knew right away what to do. It was cute watching her play with her cousins. She also loves the outdoors so she was having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471891990336107538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AQxh1J9BI/AAAAAAAAAek/QA12M2S25_c/s320/DSC_0592.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471894168490209746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_ASwUFj8dI/AAAAAAAAAes/fMLHV47eC4I/s320/DSC_0615.JPG" /&gt; Sunday morning, Miley woke up and found what the Easter Bunny had brought her. I think she was very happy with what she got. She stayed behind the couch (where the Easter Bunny left her basket) and played with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471896836843609730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AVLoelnoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gtSox7DNDZs/s320/DSC_0619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471900250111472322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AYST5D8sI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0BWwcrrUqYU/s320/DSC_0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471896842338680994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AVL88twKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/d_TTiu4XmQU/s320/DSC_0624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471896848922486050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AVMVeapSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DWr-mk6lXO4/s320/DSC_0633.JPG" /&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;Later that day we met my parents at there house in Monticello and my Mom gave Miley her Hannah Montana Easter basket full of fun. When than went to Mancos, CO to eat our annual brunch at the Millwood Junction Restaurant. This is our third year going there. Again, it was very good. Before heading home we stopped at Wal-Mart in Cortez and picked up a few things. When we got back to my parent's house we had sub sandwiches before heading home. It was a great Easter. I love spending the weekend with family! I love spending anytime with family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471900269037838818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AYTaZdYeI/AAAAAAAAAfc/o9zKA8rH_54/s320/DSC_0659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471900263776119906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S_AYTGy97GI/AAAAAAAAAfU/NcLn7wRIaRg/s320/DSC_0648.JPG" /&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/3420675271611851572-1478272059797220371?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1478272059797220371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1478272059797220371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1478272059797220371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S-8J3jU0twI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZXljCuwXN3A/s72-c/DSC_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3052186965118923903</id><published>2010-04-05T19:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:12:26.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>We all managed to wear green on St. Patrick's Day! Other than that, we didn't do anything too special. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456839005915880450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S7qWKhAcnAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TUqFrdWU7TM/s320/DSC_0538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456838998207582338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S7qWKESpUII/AAAAAAAAAdU/RHvhSxZ7lLI/s320/DSC_0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;                                Kiss me, I'm Irish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456841309415948930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S7qYQmNqQoI/AAAAAAAAAds/O38UAURTUHc/s320/DSC_0542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456839902456387010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S7qW-s4XFcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1c7c6Pv5cSo/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3420675271611851572-3052186965118923903?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3052186965118923903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/st-patricks-day-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3052186965118923903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3052186965118923903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/st-patricks-day-2010.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S7qWKhAcnAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TUqFrdWU7TM/s72-c/DSC_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1631180258379028221</id><published>2010-02-18T07:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:58:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley is in love......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S31U2S0dZCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2Ceym0wIXLQ/s1600-h/mum06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439597216674964514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S31U2S0dZCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2Ceym0wIXLQ/s320/mum06.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with a MUMMY! For Miles' birthday we went to Farmington to eat at Red Lobster. My mom came down to our house to watch Miley. While she was watching her they watched Wizards of Waverly Place on the Disney channel. One of the episodes had a mummy in it. At first Miley wasn't too sure about the mummy. My mom said she would cover her eyes with her hands and watch thought her fingers. My mom had to keep on rewinding it so she could see it over and over and over again. She than became obsessed. Now days that's all she thinks about. She goes to bed wanting the mummy and she wakes up wanting to see the mummy. We have the two episodes with the mummy on it recorded on our DVR. She calls the mummy "meeee". But lately she has been saying "memmmeeee" while she points to the TV. One night while we were all trying to go to sleep, Miley keep insisting to see the "meeee", but we kept telling her that the mummy went to bed. Finally she went to sleep, but first thing in the morning she looks at me and says "meeeee" and without laying there for a couple minutes like we usually do to wake ourselves up she was out of bed running to the living room, pointing at the TV calling for her mummy. She has also tried to see the mummy at 5:00 am when Miles was getting ready for work, but I told her "no" and thankfully she went back to sleep. There is no way I could get out of bed that early for the "memmmmeeee".&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439597327978044258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S31U8xdLm2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/i367HCPYuu0/s320/mummy.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1631180258379028221?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1631180258379028221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/miley-is-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1631180258379028221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1631180258379028221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/miley-is-in-love.html' title='Miley is in love......'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S31U2S0dZCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2Ceym0wIXLQ/s72-c/mum06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7076960492443667667</id><published>2010-02-10T17:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:59:20.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl 44</title><content type='html'>Sunday, February 07, was the Super Bowl. It was the Indianapolis Colts vs. New Orleans Saints. Miles favorite team is the Indianapolis Colts. I had my parents over for the game and Miles had a couple of friends over. We had so much food. We also had our very own cheerleader. We bought Miley a cheer outfit when we found out the Colts were going to the Super Bowl. The Saints ended up winning the game. (31 - 17) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436781376212170994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S3NT2zqV-PI/AAAAAAAAAc0/M9y7u6an5dE/s320/DSC_0516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436783894814836434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S3NWJaMAxtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Wmh3QW9U8SA/s320/DSC_0506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436781370047023506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S3NT2csdSZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YuKSWwns3dU/s320/DSC_0513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-7076960492443667667?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7076960492443667667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl-44.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7076960492443667667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7076960492443667667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl-44.html' title='Super Bowl 44'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/S3NT2zqV-PI/AAAAAAAAAc0/M9y7u6an5dE/s72-c/DSC_0516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6640031356193683715</id><published>2010-01-04T20:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:22:27.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>We had such a good Christmas this year, like every year. I love the Christmas season. This year I made a ginger bread Snoopy dog house. It was a lot of fun. My mom and Miley watched me make it. I wanted to make fudge, but I didn't get to it. Maybe next year. Christmas Eve we went to my parents house and stayed the night. We played Uno Flash. I wanted to play all night but Miley couldn't play and I felt bad for leaving her out. Even thought she had so much fun following Grandpa around yelling 'Steve'. We ate ham and funeral potatoes for dinner with shrimp and other yummy snacks. We unwrapped our pajamas and we went to bed shortly after. We were all very tired. Christmas morning we ate breakfast before we opened presents. That is like a first, but my mom and I were really hungry and Miles and Miley were still sleeping so we knew we had time to make it so we could hurry and eat when they woke up. We had our traditional breakfast casserole and monkey bread. So yummy. After we ate we opened presents. There was a ton. I'm sure glad Santa found us at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Miley had fun handing out presents. I think she enjoyed that more than opening them. That afternoon we went to Miles' parent's house for turkey dinner and to open our presents. Most of Miles' family was down so it was a lot of fun to see everyone.   The day after Christmas we went to Farmington to have Christmas with my sister.  We also did a little after Christmas shopping but not much since everyone was so good to us in the present department.  It is so fun to watch Miley and Crew play together.  And I loving visiting my sister.  We had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley's gift list (from us, family &amp;amp; Santa)- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Power Wheels four wheeler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Tikes big slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess rocking pony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big brown bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big My Little Pony stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbage Patch baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price pink corn popper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink Magna Doodle&lt;br /&gt;Fisher Price pink little snoopy&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah Montana guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mega Blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price Peek a Boo Blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price pink chatter phone&lt;br /&gt;Disney Princess ball pit play yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Fur Real Cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Fur Real puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shape ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickey Mouse stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Build a Bear bear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nala stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow boots and winter boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy Ball Popper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Webkins Unicorn stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining Stars Unicorn stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Tikes Basketball hoop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ball set (Basketball, Soccer Ball &amp;amp; Football)&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422206228568696242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sz-L1ji_ZbI/AAAAAAAAAck/UYlOv3C2hxk/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422206224827439874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sz-L1VnAWwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pZYrVr31ur8/s320/DSC_0492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422198258694274322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sz-Elpc2vRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dd4fEkuyxBQ/s320/DSC_0422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422198272253606658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sz-Emb9puwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YXOHzB9LOyk/s320/DSC_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422188190093086738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sz97bk_REBI/AAAAAAAAAb0/9uO3UG4gXLk/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" /&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/3420675271611851572-6640031356193683715?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6640031356193683715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6640031356193683715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6640031356193683715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sz-L1ji_ZbI/AAAAAAAAAck/UYlOv3C2hxk/s72-c/DSC_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-225967198517922126</id><published>2009-12-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:16:45.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving. Miles had to go to work for a couple of hours early in the morning, and Miley and I watched the parade. I think she really enjoyed seeing the big balloons on t.v. In the afternoon we went to Farmington and ate Thanksgiving dinner at Jessie's house. It was real yummy. We stayed two nights at Super 8 in Bloomfield, thanks to Jessie and Grant. They are awesome. It is so fun to go and see them and Miley loves playing with Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all got up really early on Black Friday. Miles made it out for the 4 am opening at Sears, than he headed over to Target at 5 am. My mom and I made it to the 5 am opening of the sale at Wal-Mart. Miley stayed at the motel asleep while my dad came into our room and watched her. It was so crazy at Wal-Mart. Every year I think it gets busier and busier. It took me forever to get to the toys. Toys are located at the back of the store, and I ended up just standing there waiting to move because there was too many people and I couldn't get my cart around anyone or anything. I almost ditched the cart, but I'm glad I didn't because there is no way I would have been able to carry everything. It ended up being a long day since I didn't have a nap, but it was fun. We got most of our Christmas shopping done. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417167233489799858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy2k5cELirI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jJd2QVk6nb8/s320/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-225967198517922126?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/225967198517922126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/225967198517922126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/225967198517922126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy2k5cELirI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jJd2QVk6nb8/s72-c/DSC01456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5106941090127229141</id><published>2009-12-19T11:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:16:29.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to eat at Red Lobster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHpi-bTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H7wtu8olbJU/s1600-h/Miley+-+red+lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417012446487276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHpi-bTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H7wtu8olbJU/s320/Miley+-+red+lobster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHZipbhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r0HLbLCkm5g/s1600-h/Miley+-+ketchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417012442190933522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHZipbhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r0HLbLCkm5g/s320/Miley+-+ketchup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHBXmOKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2mYIIH9ta7s/s1600-h/Miley+-+Fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417012435702134946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHBXmOKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2mYIIH9ta7s/s320/Miley+-+Fry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5106941090127229141?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5106941090127229141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-to-eat-at-red-lobster_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5106941090127229141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5106941090127229141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-to-eat-at-red-lobster_19.html' title='I love to eat at Red Lobster!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0YHpi-bTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H7wtu8olbJU/s72-c/Miley+-+red+lobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-470913599501536134</id><published>2009-12-19T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:51:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one is Miley?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0SsOrOznI/AAAAAAAAAa8/etm3ya3hb9o/s1600-h/1212091503a-704299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sy0SsOrOznI/AAAAAAAAAa8/etm3ya3hb9o/s320/1212091503a-704299.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417006477859540594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;SPAN style='FONT-SIZE: 10pt; 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I'm glad that they let anyone get there picture taken even if they aren't in school yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley ended up holding a rattle that they had there. When she first sat down on the chair, she was shy and she wouldn't take her hands out of her mouth. But when they gave her that rattle to hold she was happy. I was afraid it would be more obvious than it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404897856355072018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SwIN9sdQeBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/mlNkALUDjSA/s320/11-16-2009+7%3B25%3B38+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1946418060905319899?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1946418060905319899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1946418060905319899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1946418060905319899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-picture.html' title='School Picture'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SwIN9sdQeBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/mlNkALUDjSA/s72-c/11-16-2009+7%3B25%3B38+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1696819061894010760</id><published>2009-11-04T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:30:00.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>On October 23 my mom, my dad, my aunt Kathy, Miley and I went to the Hogle Zoo! It has been so long since I've been to the zoo and Miley loves animals so I was so excited to go. We had a lot of fun looking at all the animals and riding the carousel. The weather was perfect and there wasn't very many people there so I didn't even get people rage. It was very nice. I tried to take pictures but my camera was being dumb so I made sure my parents both took pictures and I got copies. Before I bought Miley a souvenir I wanted to see what animal Miley liked best. Her favorite was the penguins. She was excited to see the penguins she even did her happy feet dance in her stroller. So of course I got her a penguin stuffed animal. She didn't really like the orangutans, but she didn't mind the gorilla. That's what scared me. It was huge! I asked my mom if it was real. It's not the first time I've ever seen a gorilla, but it was really close to the glass and I wasn't sure. It was kind of scary. My favorite animal at the zoo was the baby elephant. It was so cute! At first when we arrived to the elephants there was only one huge elephant and I knew there was supposed to be a baby, so I asked my mom where the baby was and she told me that the huge elephant we were looking at was probably the baby. I didn't know so I was kind of disappointed because he wasn't as cute as babies should be. Again....he was huge! Than we started to walk away and out of some huge garage like door comes other huge elephant and a cute little elephant. I was so excited that the baby elephant was small and so cute! We also went on the train ride, which we all really enjoyed. Also, Miley made a friend. While we were looking at the animals in a bulding her and another little girl around her age kept running around playing with each other. It was really cute. It was a fun day at the zoo! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400432549734270738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvIwypBeRxI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DPjNEFYS7V4/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400435018931100098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvIzCXf32cI/AAAAAAAAAZk/suzQgL44A4M/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400432546861386946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvIwyeUhjMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/IN8i7MnZvGo/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400435030826906418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvI1rmB2SoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/HMS2E9onKNU/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400437918053737362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvI1rHkko5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6itJ02lx63o/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400437912389429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvI1qyeGKHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/68Ypgdt6JVg/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400439037064683938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvI2sQNkoaI/AAAAAAAAAac/t-tQts8lH5k/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440227299927410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvI3xiLxJXI/AAAAAAAAAas/EQLwl1cXxYA/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1696819061894010760?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1696819061894010760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/hogle-zoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1696819061894010760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1696819061894010760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/hogle-zoo.html' title='Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SvIwypBeRxI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DPjNEFYS7V4/s72-c/IMG_0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-905708518978555609</id><published>2009-11-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:26:40.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>For Halloween this year, Miley was a bumble bee. We carved a pumpkin real fast before breakfast since the last pumpkin we carved a couple weeks ago was too old and it didn't' even look like a pumpkin anymore. Than we got ready for the Halloween carnival. When we first got there Miley noticed every one's balloons and she really wanted one. We got her two balloons but she still wanted more. She also had a lot of fun at the ball toss. Her favorite thing these days are balls. She has also learned how to say 'ball'. We got Miley's picture take at Sandra Dawn's Photography in the afternoon. Earlier in the week we got her pictures taken at Kiddy Kandids, so she had two Halloween costume pictures this year. After we got Miley's picture taken my mom and I made sugar cookies. Miles had a football game to go to so he was gone for a good part of the afternoon. The San Juan Broncos did win there game. :) For dinner we had taco soup. It is our tradition to have taco soup on Halloween night. After dinner Miles and I took Miley out trick or treating while my mom stayed at our house and handed out candy. I think Miley had a lot of fun. We just took Miley to family and some friend's houses. Miley did end up getting a good amount of candy. The day went by really fast and it was a lot of fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180452291090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Su2-A-kLGbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MpwEJ10nZ4o/s320/10-31-2009+4%3B55%3B08+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180440931655314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Su2-AUP33pI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3Td5y5dCF8Q/s320/10-27-2009+4%3B36%3B07+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180444209941666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Su2-AgdejKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wkQD5zEun6M/s320/10-27-2009+4%3B36%3B13+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399249411151080946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Su38u6VlrfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/51Kdk3Zn6g4/s320/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399249419543764162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Su38vZmj3MI/AAAAAAAAAZM/G48xK1wQGjo/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-905708518978555609?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/905708518978555609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/905708518978555609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/905708518978555609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Su2-A-kLGbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MpwEJ10nZ4o/s72-c/10-31-2009+4%3B55%3B08+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6234404157153349729</id><published>2009-10-09T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:32:33.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>I love lazy Friday afternoons. I get off work early and I'm able to spend the rest of the weekend with Miley and Miles (when he is not away at football). I love it. Last week my dad took some pictures of Miley. I think they turned out really good. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390731565455433842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ss-5zCZ04HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QjPiPS3JIi0/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390731559934056514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ss-5yt1bWEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FS-6vdO9GpE/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390731551545639522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ss-5yOleQmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6_XVHtwmXoI/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-6234404157153349729?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6234404157153349729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6234404157153349729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6234404157153349729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ss-5zCZ04HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QjPiPS3JIi0/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-8427748328956807057</id><published>2009-10-04T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:43:55.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Animal</title><content type='html'>Miley is a party animal. She loves parties. On the September 19 we went to Keilan's 1st birthday and on September 26 we went to Crew's 1st birthday party. We all had so much fun. Miley enjoyed running around and she loves being outside. Miley also had so much fun playing with the other kids. At Crew's party, Miley had so much fun playing in the bounce house. I was thinking about having a bounce house for Miley's second birthday and after seeing how much fun she had in it, it makes me want to get one even more. Miley also had so much fun playing in the rock fountain. It is a good thing we brought extra pair of clothes because she got all wet. After a party, Miley sleeps in the next day till about 9:30 am. I love sleeping in. I love that she had so much fun that she had to catch up on her sleep and let mommy and daddy catch up on sleep also. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388907650644167090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ssk-9OQHybI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MTdGkadG1Mc/s320/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388907658210211554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ssk-9qcAduI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Y0jqQk5AEk4/s320/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909230799796146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SslAZMylN7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/fmxEYFepxnc/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909237970769474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SslAZngRlkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pHi6cYfgCkk/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909244876846962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SslAaBOz93I/AAAAAAAAAYM/e7tUzmntKOs/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-8427748328956807057?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8427748328956807057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/party-animal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8427748328956807057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8427748328956807057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/party-animal.html' title='Party Animal'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ssk-9OQHybI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MTdGkadG1Mc/s72-c/DSC01292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5112437433907061678</id><published>2009-10-04T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:27:44.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a book worm!</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been really into reading. I just finished Marley and Me by John Grogan and My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult . Both very good books. They are both made into a major motion picture. I do own the Marley and Me DVD, but after reading both books and both being sad, I don't know if I want to watch the movies and be sad again. I am glad I read them. I enjoyed them a lot and it was hard to put them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388905115218617906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ssk8ppDkJjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Z9p-ft0g17k/s320/Marley%2520and%2520Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388905118688227586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ssk8p1-yMQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zg8Ven6r-68/s320/my_sisters_keeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it is October and Halloween is around the corner so I'm going to be reading scary books. I'm so excited. I hope I get scared. Lately it doesn't take much to scare me. I'll be watching Ghost Hunters before bed and when it is over, I'll be too scared to go to bed by myself. When I was younger I can't remember of a scary movie that actually scared me so now it is kind of fun being easily scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5112437433907061678?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5112437433907061678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-book-worm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5112437433907061678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5112437433907061678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-book-worm.html' title='I&apos;m a book worm!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Ssk8ppDkJjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Z9p-ft0g17k/s72-c/Marley%2520and%2520Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1259846276989009049</id><published>2009-09-17T18:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:30:39.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley is 15 months old</title><content type='html'>Miley is 15 months old today. She is getting so big. In honor of her 15th month old birthday I will post a picture of my miss independent little child. My sister in law Sharla took this picture. I love this picture! It shows she wants to be a big girl and feed herself. Too bad it has to be such a messy process. We love you Miley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382596596526972626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SrLTFhk3ftI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sPkfoM-8o14/s320/MileyColtonSept09_006%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little about what Miley has been up to these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She doesn't walk....she runs. She is always running. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She goes to football practice with her dad everyday till I pick her up. She loves it! I think she is a little too young to be watching the football players but what can I say, she has so much fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She loved watching Big Brother on TV with us. I think she enjoyed watching it more than she enjoys Hannah Montana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miley is so smart, she amazes me everyday. She is obsessed with the TV remote, phones, cell phones, anything that is electronic. We gave her one of our old TV remotes that doesn't have batteries in it. She doesn't want to play with that, she wants the one that actually makes the TV do something when she pushes the buttons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love her so much!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1259846276989009049?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1259846276989009049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/miley-is-15-months-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1259846276989009049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1259846276989009049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/miley-is-15-months-old.html' title='Miley is 15 months old'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SrLTFhk3ftI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sPkfoM-8o14/s72-c/MileyColtonSept09_006%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-8658209290553444066</id><published>2009-09-09T17:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:53:27.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering Wood</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we went up to the mountain to help gather wood with Miles side of the family. A couple of his sisters and his brother came down for the weekend. It was fun to see everyone and be together and enjoy each others company. Miley and I weren't much help. We pretty much just stood around and watched. Miley had so much fun. She loves to be outside. She had a really runny noise that day and I was scared she wouldn't feel up to going out but she didn't let a runny nose stop her from having fun. After they got the trucks full of wood we ate. Yum! We had fried chicken, salad, bread, chips and rice crispy treats. Miley also went on her first four wheeler ride. It was a good day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379617263523966866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sqg9ZhPnr5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/EI0CH29YecU/s320/DSCN1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379618909449902850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sqg-5Uy8WwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0s6uf6z8Bzw/s320/DSCN1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379618920831018386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sqg-5_MaZZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VPOLuiUregs/s320/DSCN1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379619777999111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sqg_r4ZNhbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Je7maki9sIw/s320/DSCN1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379619785681941106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sqg_sVA8MnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9egpSr2YGLI/s320/DSCN1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-8658209290553444066?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8658209290553444066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/gathering-wood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8658209290553444066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8658209290553444066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/gathering-wood.html' title='Gathering Wood'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sqg9ZhPnr5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/EI0CH29YecU/s72-c/DSCN1904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2876287834015624990</id><published>2009-08-25T19:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:38:46.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday - Sweet Pork Salad</title><content type='html'>A couple of Sundays ago we made Sweet Pork Salad, a copy cat recipe for Cafe Rio or Costa Vida pork salad I found on the Internet. It turned out so good. We couldn't decide if we liked it better. It really did taste just like the ones you get at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Pork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (3-5 lb.) sirloin or boneless pork loin roast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup medium or hot salsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Method:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place ingredients in slow cooker. Cover and cook on low heat for 8-10 hours. Shred pork before serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cilantro-Lime Rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup uncooked converted white rice (we used brown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon grated lime peel (zest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can chicken broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tablespoons freshly squeezed lime juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Tablespoons freshly chopped cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Method:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a saucepan combine rice, butter, garlic, lime zest, chicken broth and water Bring to a boil. Cover and cook 15-20 minutes, or until rice is tender. Remove from heat. In a small bowl, combine lime juice, sugar, and cilantro. Pour over hot cooked rice. Serve warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creamy Tomatillo Salad Dressing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 envelope Ranch Salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 tomatillos, (we used canned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juice from 2 freshly squeezed limes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup freshly chopped cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Method:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make Ranch salad dressing as instructed. Combine all ingredients in a blender. Blend until smooth. Pour over pork and rice in a salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374280893913797090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SpVH_7TmkeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/T9vmRGuT2Uw/s320/DSCN1874.JPG" border="0" /&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/3420675271611851572-2876287834015624990?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2876287834015624990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/tasty-tuesday-sweet-pork-salad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2876287834015624990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2876287834015624990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/tasty-tuesday-sweet-pork-salad.html' title='Tasty Tuesday - Sweet Pork Salad'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SpVH_7TmkeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/T9vmRGuT2Uw/s72-c/DSCN1874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3269605905644570107</id><published>2009-08-06T18:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:00:04.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No more monkeys jumping on the bed.</title><content type='html'>We finally got Miley out of our bed. I didn't really mind her sleeping with us. She was real wiggly but our bed is big enough it wasn't too bad. We had to move her because we didn't like the fact that all of a sudden she started falling off the bed. She fell off the bed once while she was sleeping and a number of other times while she was playing on the bed. It was really scary. One time she went head first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't move her far. We didn't even move her back to her crib. (She hates her crib) Why did we even buy one? She moved to the floor by our bed. She sleeps on her crib mattress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure if she was going to like that. I was afraid we would have to take the frame off our bed and just have our mattress on the floor, but Miley has been doing really good on her "new" bed. Sometimes I wake up and find half her body on the floor and the other half on her mattress. This morning, she was all the way off her mattress and just sleeping on the floor. I thought that was sad so I had Miles move her back on the mattress before he went to work. She even knows that is her new bed (for now anyways). The other day she had her blanket in the living room, I told her to take her blanket back to her bed and she went right to her mattress and dropped it off. I want to get her a Disney Princess toddler bed, but I'll probably have to wait a while, at least until she can stay on the mattress.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004029835221938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SnttusJrG7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/2Kb34YsMfHE/s320/DSCN1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004033982497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Snttu7mdgmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wHSPmG7DqGQ/s320/DSCN1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3269605905644570107?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3269605905644570107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-monkeys-jumping-on-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3269605905644570107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3269605905644570107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-monkeys-jumping-on-bed.html' title='No more monkeys jumping on the bed.'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SnttusJrG7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/2Kb34YsMfHE/s72-c/DSCN1867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-8242804786042079900</id><published>2009-07-31T14:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:25:54.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bring home a baby bumble bee.....</title><content type='html'>OUCH it stung me!  Miley was stung by a bee the other day.  How sad it that?  I haven't even ever been stung by a bee.  (Knock on wood)  At least we know she isn't allergic.  That would be really bad.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SnNSxqoLp2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/eDxrA4VnoO8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364722594338285410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SnNSxqoLp2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/eDxrA4VnoO8/s320/images.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/3420675271611851572-8242804786042079900?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8242804786042079900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bring-home-baby-bumble-bee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8242804786042079900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8242804786042079900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bring-home-baby-bumble-bee.html' title='I&apos;m bring home a baby bumble bee.....'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SnNSxqoLp2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/eDxrA4VnoO8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6364569247645378761</id><published>2009-07-26T15:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:26:15.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day 2009</title><content type='html'>Miles, Miley and I went to Monticello Friday night to stay at my parents house for the weekend. Friday night we went to the ball park to eat. The scouts were doing a fund raiser dinner. We had BBQ beef sandwiches, baked beans, chips and a drink. After eating we took Miley to the play ground to play and swing. She was having so much fun. While we were there some kids with a little puppy came by. Miley loved that. The puppy would jump on her but she didn't mind. She was having so much fun. She loved petting the puppy and chasing it. Saturday we went to the parade. Miley loves parades. She has so much fun watching everything and collecting candy. After picking up candy at the 4th of July parade and Pioneer Day parade, she is now a pro. She would actually chase the candy down and hold as many as her little hands could hold before she would unload her candy with us. After the parade we went to the park to eat. I had Mexican food. It was really yummy. At the food booths Miley was really tired but she didn't want to lean back because she didn't want to miss out on anything so she ended up falling asleep leaned forward on the tray on the stroller. It was so cute. At the food booths they had hermit crabs and baby frogs for sale. I wanted to get Miley one....but she is too little. I'll just have to get her something like that when she gets older. We ate dinner at my parents house. It was so good. We had chicken and onion kobos, ribs, sage beans, crab salad, potato salad and strawberry short cake. We all ate till we couldn't eat no more. After dinner we went back to the ball parks to get ready to watch the fire works. Miley had so much fun running all over the place. She will not stay put. We all took turns following her all over. She ran over to a blanket with a bunch of little girls and they shared there crackers with her. It was so cute. She is not afraid of anyone or anything when she is out running free. She even tried to steal someones water bottle. She loved the fireworks. She would make noises and point at them. Towards the end she was getting mad because she didn't want to sit down anymore, she wanted to run around. We all had such a great time. Saturday night my parents were so kind to sleep in the guest room and let us sleep in there room. Miley is so wiggly that its hard to sleep on anything but a king size bed. Thank you Mom and Dad. We all had a great time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283438439169890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sm413xHm_2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/FXdby8h2fxo/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283795720888242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sm42MkGNX7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/2qn63mGLlms/s320/DSCN1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363284348402571186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sm42su_yl7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/M2qd7m0P2Xs/s320/DSCN1859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363285064543636802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sm43Wa1IDUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/t7h69tGzyj0/s320/DSCN1866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-6364569247645378761?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6364569247645378761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/pioneer-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6364569247645378761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6364569247645378761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/pioneer-day-2009.html' title='Pioneer Day 2009'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sm413xHm_2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/FXdby8h2fxo/s72-c/DSCN1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1438391066257395239</id><published>2009-07-19T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:02:36.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Pool!</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom, my dad a I took Miley swimming. She loved it! I think she thought we all got in a giant bathtub with her. It was so much fun. We love swimming!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248585238589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmNtsD7vsPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5T6U8uFwQS4/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360246983507918850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmNsO1BZQAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2hAdmIlenEc/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360248581387296450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmNtr1lhnsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nIP6twd4rQQ/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1438391066257395239?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1438391066257395239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-at-pool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1438391066257395239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1438391066257395239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-at-pool.html' title='Fun at the Pool!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmNtsD7vsPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5T6U8uFwQS4/s72-c/IMG_0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1230383820780567353</id><published>2009-07-17T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:50:20.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Months!  New Chair....Simba...and Miley ......Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Miley is 13 months! Didn't we just have her birthday yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to get Miley her own chair. She would always go sit in her old car seat or in the baby bouncer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359625825139095122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmE3Spxs9lI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xbzqGEhyMCE/s320/DSCN1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her new Princess chair. She'll go sit in it and read/look at her books or watch TV. Sometimes she shares her chair with Simba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626478555737250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmE34r8XrKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/j0EFcWdgQYM/s320/DSCN1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she first got her chair it was cute watching her try to sit in it. She would turn around and get ready to sit in it but sometimes she would miss and her little butt would end up on the floor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359625375967526690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmE24ge2vyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qsOHX9C_F34/s320/DSCN1837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359626480771347618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmE340MnNKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/P_3g4BvUXrg/s320/DSCN1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1230383820780567353?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1230383820780567353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/13-months-new-chairsimbaand-miley-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1230383820780567353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1230383820780567353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/13-months-new-chairsimbaand-miley-oh-my.html' title='13 Months!  New Chair....Simba...and Miley ......Oh My!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SmE3Spxs9lI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xbzqGEhyMCE/s72-c/DSCN1838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-475457164196945252</id><published>2009-07-14T11:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:31:38.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year baby well check up</title><content type='html'>Today we took Miley in her for her 1 year baby well check up and to get her shots.  She got 3 shots today and she will get 2 more next week.  We wanted to split it up so she didn't have to get them all today.  Ouch! &lt;br /&gt;Miley wasn't too sure if she liked being at the doctor's office, but when her doctor sings her favorite song to her (Best of Both Worlds by Hannah Montana) things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weight - 23 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Height - 30 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-475457164196945252?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/475457164196945252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-year-baby-well-check-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/475457164196945252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/475457164196945252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-year-baby-well-check-up.html' title='1 year baby well check up'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-763923360965285713</id><published>2009-07-10T18:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:18:51.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles!</title><content type='html'>For Miley's birthday one of the many gifts Aunt Jessie got her was a bubble machine. Miley loves it. It is so much fun. So many bubbles. Miley probably ate half of them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356989199398122002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlfZS1e6shI/AAAAAAAAATg/7wR3r_BdeFw/s320/DSCN1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356989787866653938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlfZ1Fsv5PI/AAAAAAAAATw/lJ50seRSsd8/s320/DSCN1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356990192407426882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlfaMouyN0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/sN96VeM465E/s320/DSCN1834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-763923360965285713?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/763923360965285713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubbles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/763923360965285713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/763923360965285713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlfZS1e6shI/AAAAAAAAATg/7wR3r_BdeFw/s72-c/DSCN1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1916706481590219880</id><published>2009-07-06T21:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:38:00.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>I'm 26! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after I got off work we went to Monticello to eat at K&amp;amp;A Chuck Wagon. It was really yummy. I ate way too much. We had BBQ chicken, beans, dutch oven potatoes, a variety of salads, bread and apple pie. Than I went to my mom's house and opened presents and had strawberry short cake. My mom made it for me. It was so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have pictures of my birthday but I did receive my Disney Photo Pass CD in the mail today so I will post some of those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355556942083781138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLCqfNH8hI/AAAAAAAAATI/x1kYwKu_Tac/s320/Image33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554647302088034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLAk6eiJWI/AAAAAAAAASw/Qep9dtDKpFY/s320/Image41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554655025954706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLAlXQC_5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/KCoPKOJSkK0/s320/Image09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554660154149794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLAlqWtC6I/AAAAAAAAATA/IgzaX_l0BRE/s320/Image20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355556952474891442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLCrF6jtLI/AAAAAAAAATY/DQnC5VzpgCg/s320/Image28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355556942905555218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLCqiRDORI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rSHgSQ03CGo/s320/Image25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1916706481590219880?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1916706481590219880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1916706481590219880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1916706481590219880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlLCqfNH8hI/AAAAAAAAATI/x1kYwKu_Tac/s72-c/Image33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2611711948249414107</id><published>2009-07-04T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:03:43.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy 4th of July! This morning we go up and got ready for the parade. Miley didn't get up till 8:30 am. Didn't she know it we had to get ready for the parade? What was she doing sleeping in? We decorated her car and we all got ready. My mom came down early to help us. We than we to the parade, which started at 10:00 am. Miley loved the parade! She was running up and down the street. My mom had a good work out chasing her everywhere. When the drill team or cheerleaders came by, they stopped and danced. Miley loved it. She was watching and beating to the music. Every time someone would throw candy, Miley would say "ooohh" and go pick it up. We ended up with a ton of candy, some bead necklaces, and a Frisbee. &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355004519719990610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDMPRiFdVI/AAAAAAAAARw/ey17I6lzYng/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022202119406530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDcUhmoQ8I/AAAAAAAAASg/xg-B02eDQ98/s320/DSCN1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019727025378658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDaEdKOlWI/AAAAAAAAASI/wbyNp1mpHJ8/s320/DSCN1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355004525628649250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDMPni0byI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AdnOf1BTDyI/s320/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019732897417106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDaEzCOx5I/AAAAAAAAASY/8m0wSpbA_eQ/s320/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019728565433858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDaEi5Z9gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DiKIRL4GdSk/s320/DSCN1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355004534731064226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDMQJdAQ6I/AAAAAAAAASA/QWoaRcM8sy0/s320/DSCN1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After the parade, we went down to the park where they had the booths. There was a ton of booths. Every year I get a Navajo taco, but this year I got Chinese food. It was so good. Miley helped eat our funnel cake. Miley loved playing on the grass. Again, she was running everywhere. It was so hot, so we didn't stay long, but it was a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355002231446120866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDKKFDFKaI/AAAAAAAAARo/dfgqoQ_jgfs/s320/DSCN1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We than went home to take a nap. We had steaks and dutch oven potatoes for dinner. After dinner we went to the concert in the park. While we were there is started to pour. It also became very windy. It didn't last long, but it was pretty bad. The wind tore apart the stage, and everyone's tents. Luckily we had an umbrella but we still got soaked.&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the park, Miley wouldn't stay put. We had to chase her everywhere. She sure was enjoying her freedom. She even chased other little kids while we were there. She also enjoyed the music. It was a lot of fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022669144116322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDcvtZ_zGI/AAAAAAAAASo/HaT0H6lMlAU/s320/DSCN1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355002225385536994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDKJueH_eI/AAAAAAAAARg/mnsjEfKxAHg/s320/DSCN1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miley really enjoyed the fireworks. She was also very tired but she stayed awake the for the whole show.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When we got home we put Miley to bed. She fell asleep in the car. Than we went outside and lit our own fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today was a very good day. I love the 4th of July. It is my favorite holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355002219355445538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDKJYAcGSI/AAAAAAAAARY/PDcmWRbkD44/s320/DSCN1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-2611711948249414107?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2611711948249414107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2611711948249414107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2611711948249414107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SlDMPRiFdVI/AAAAAAAAARw/ey17I6lzYng/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3777730383054335707</id><published>2009-07-03T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:04:24.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Social Security Birthday!</title><content type='html'>A couple years ago my SIL Nicole was doing our taxes. It was the first year we were married. Before I was married my dad had always done them for me, and I think he always just sent them in. Nicole was e-filing ours. We waited the last day to file....never a good idea. When you e-file, you will get an e-mail saying whether or not it was excepted. We got our e-mail back and it was denied. They said my birthday was wrong. I checked over it and they had my right birthday (07-06-1983). I don't know how they could tell me it was wrong. I think I know when my birthday is! We tried to resubmit it, and again it came back...same reason. Wrong birthday. What the hell? By now I'm freaking out. Taxes are due! We printed the papers that said "copy, do not file" all over them. I couldn't find the actual tax forms. My mom came down that night and got our taxes so she couldn't mail them the next day. Talk about stressed out. I thought I was going to have to go to jail because my taxes were going to be late and I didn't even know when my birthday was.&lt;br /&gt;The IRS got our taxes and everything was good. I guess they didn't care that I sent them on the "do not file" copies. &lt;br /&gt;I was still stressed about my birthday, so one day I was doing a google search about what happened to me and I came across a couple of stories similar to mine. The problem with everyone I read about was that the Social Security people had a different birthday than there actual birthday. So I called the number on the back of my social security card thinking I could be having the same problem. They wouldn't tell me what they had on file but they did tell me it wasn't 07-06-1983 (my actual birthday). &lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks later the Social Security people came to town. I left work on a break to get this taken care of. I was there for 2 hours waiting. When I finally saw the lady, she took notes, looked at my birth certificate and told me it was going to be fixed. I felt relief. &lt;br /&gt;I was glad the next year was going to be easier when it came to filling taxes. Boy, was I wrong. They were declined again...wrong birthday! I was pissed. That stupid lady said she was going to fix it. I wasted 2 plus hours of my life in this small waiting room doing nothing. The worst thing was I had no idea when the Social Security people thought my birthday was. &lt;br /&gt;So we filed the taxes the old fashion way. We mailed them in. At least it wasn't the last day. &lt;br /&gt;A couple days after filling our taxes I got a Social Security statement in the mail. It told me my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;July 03, 1983&lt;br /&gt;If they want to believe my birthday is July 03, than so be it. I already tried to change it once. &lt;br /&gt;This last year doing taxes was great. We put in my Social Security birthday and it was accepted. The first year to e-file. &lt;br /&gt;My mom tells me I can't have two birthdays, but I keep telling her I have proof that I have two birthdays and if she can come up with proof that she has two birthdays than she can also have two.&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Social Security Birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3777730383054335707?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3777730383054335707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-social-security-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3777730383054335707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3777730383054335707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-social-security-birthday.html' title='My Social Security Birthday!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2022881821150679289</id><published>2009-06-29T18:45:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:11:48.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>Friday June 19, we left to St. George. We stayed at the Best Western Coral Hills. It was a nice motel. I was scared it was going to be run down and full of bugs. I was surprised, because I liked it. Saturday morning we went to pick up a rental car. We reserved a full size car, but the full size car had something wrong with it so they let us take a mini van for the same price. I was scared we wouldn't have room for all our stuff in a car, but I didn't have to worry about that with the van. We had plenty of room. We rented a white Kia Sedona. Although it was nice, I don't think that would be my choose of car or van. &lt;br /&gt;We than went to Las Vegas. We ate at In and Out burger and than went to check in at our hotel. We stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton. The Hilton was also a nice hotel. Before we left I was reading reviews on the hotels we were planing on staying at and there was a couple of reviews for the Hilton about bed bugs. I was so scared. That is disgusting. But we had no bed bugs and everything was good. We had a king size bed at every hotel except for the on in Cali. That made it so much nicer because having Miley in the middle, moving all over the place doesn't give us much room. &lt;br /&gt;In Vegas we went to the Coke store and meet the Coke polar bear. Of course I wanted to buy the picture they took of us. (Not cheap) We also went to the M&amp;M store. We went to the MGM Grand but Miley was sleeping and didn't get to see the lions. Oh well, maybe next time. For dinner we went to the Garden Buffet at Planet Hollywood. That is probably our favorite buffet. They have everything. There desert buffet is to die for. We also love the crab legs. We had so much crab and shrimp. We gave Miley some of our pasta. She loved it. She got very hyper after eating. I don't know if was all the pasta she ate or if it was the chocolate moose pie I shared with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXGmTYiRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Qucn9QdzhjM/s1600-h/DSCN1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXGmTYiRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Qucn9QdzhjM/s320/DSCN1659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257246700112146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were off to California. But before leaving Las Vegas we had to have In and Out Burger again. &lt;br /&gt;The traffic to California was crazy. It took forever to get there. Luckily before we left we printed directions from google maps to help us get there. It was great. We didn't get lost. When we got there we checked in to our hotel. We stayed at the Disneyland Paradise Pier hotel. It was so nice being so close to the park. We couldn't decided if we wanted to go into the park that night or wait until the morning so we just decided to hang out at Downtown Disney. We ate dinner at Tortilla Joe's and watched the fireworks from our table and went to a couple of the shops before heading back to the room for the night. We took Miley in her Snow White dress. She would get so much attention in her dress. She wore her dress a couple of nights while at Disneyland. I didn't want to her wear it during the day because it was so hot. One of the comments we heard and really like was "That's what Snow White had to have looked like as a baby." &lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun at Disneyland and California Adventures. We all had 5 day park hopper tickets. We didn't feel rushed and we were able to relax and enjoy ourselves the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqn5iu3g3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/cQo8DRQxBw8/s1600-h/DSCN1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqn5iu3g3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/cQo8DRQxBw8/s320/DSCN1717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353275714101019506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part of the trip was Miley, Miles and I all got sick. It sucked. I wasn't surprised that I got sick. I get sick every time we go somewhere. The night before I got sick we had In and Out Burger again. I was obsessed with there burgers. They are probably the only burgers I could eat everyday. I'm not really a big fan of hamburgers. But after being sick, I didn't crave anymore. The thought of another one made me sick. I just hope the next time I'm around In and Out I'll be able to enjoy it again. &lt;br /&gt;While at Disneyland and California Adventures we took Miley on the train, the Ferris wheel and "It's a Small World". She loved "It's a Small World". I also loved "It's a Small World"! I also went on California Screamin, Soarin over California, Indiana Jones Adventure, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, and Grizzly River Run. Miles and Mike went on Space Mountain and Matterhorn bobsleds, but it was too late so Miley and I went back to the room and went to bed. Miles also went on Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, but I wasn't feeling good when he got his fast pass ticket so I didn't go on that one and I didn't want to wait in line forever. &lt;br /&gt;Fast Pass is the way to go. It made me feel like v.i.p to hand them my ticket and walk past everyone in line and be on the ride within 5 minutes. We tried to do fast pass most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXGxDfE8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gNi70DnshCQ/s1600-h/DSCN1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXGxDfE8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gNi70DnshCQ/s320/DSCN1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257249586222018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXHcqn2uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mvdx_6feW5Y/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXHcqn2uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mvdx_6feW5Y/s320/DSCN1686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257261293099746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the parks Miley met with lots of characters. She met Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Mulan, Snow White, Cinderella, Tinker Bell, Iridessa and Pluto. At the parks they offer a photo pass. They take the picture, put in on a card and you can view and order your pictures on line. We did that with most of our photos. They are not cheap but they are cute photos so I'm going to have to order them with a photo cd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqibp3_AQI/AAAAAAAAARI/VAqGaUzZRFQ/s1600-h/DSCN1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqibp3_AQI/AAAAAAAAARI/VAqGaUzZRFQ/s320/DSCN1769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353269703064092930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqe7rzrdCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zMmcSBzdNlU/s1600-h/DSCN1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqe7rzrdCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zMmcSBzdNlU/s320/DSCN1770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265855292208162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw two parades. One was a electrical parade at night. We all really enjoyed those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqhR_eos8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9NRZiEG_FSo/s1600-h/DSCN1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqhR_eos8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9NRZiEG_FSo/s320/DSCN1697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268437553034178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqh3ERdRBI/AAAAAAAAARA/Vz914IcwS8k/s1600-h/DSCN1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Skqh3ERdRBI/AAAAAAAAARA/Vz914IcwS8k/s320/DSCN1766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353269074495095826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always took our own water into the park. I told myself I wasn't going to buy drinks there, but I guess I couldn't resest. I was always crazing Spite or something with flavor. I don't even want to know how much I spent on drinks and junk food. It was $3.75 for a flavored water. Crazy! &lt;br /&gt;One of the days in Cali we went to Huntington Beach. I love the beach. There wasn't very many people there which was great. The water felt so good. We all enjoyed playing in the sand. Miley really loved the sand. She even tried to eat it. She also really enjoyed feeling the water. I didn't want to leave the beach but I couldn't stay there forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqfqsR5gtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Mk7KWYRDfFs/s1600-h/DSCN1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqfqsR5gtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Mk7KWYRDfFs/s320/DSCN1728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353266662872810194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqgHPeZdfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2uW9bbwSRTA/s1600-h/DSCN1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqgHPeZdfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2uW9bbwSRTA/s320/DSCN1750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267153356813810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqgkHLnXwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hILsouU77XQ/s1600-h/DSCN1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqgkHLnXwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hILsouU77XQ/s320/DSCN1744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267649346756354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back we stopped in Vegas and stayed the night. We stayed at the Stratosphere. We didn't get there till late because we played at Disneyland before leaving. We also had to leave Vegas early to get the rental car back. We than drove all the way home. We got back Saturday night (June 27). Miley did really good in the car except for the last hour. Than I was telling Miles to speed and hurry home. Miley wanted out of her car seat. Luckily we made it home safe and sound and we all had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;It was also fun to that Grandma and Grandpa Harrison, Mike, Sharla, Sheila, Chrys, Geniel, Lyle, Colton, Celeste, Tony, and Talon all went to California too. It was fun hanging out with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqfSOFwOII/AAAAAAAAAQY/dNMgsvJnr_Q/s1600-h/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqfSOFwOII/AAAAAAAAAQY/dNMgsvJnr_Q/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353266242451945602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-2022881821150679289?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2022881821150679289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-trip-to-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2022881821150679289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2022881821150679289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-trip-to-disneyland.html' title='Our Trip to Disneyland!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SkqXGmTYiRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Qucn9QdzhjM/s72-c/DSCN1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6623452646573682211</id><published>2009-06-17T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:08:18.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Princess Miley is 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbqmJ7E_4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yTbX04mImRQ/s1600-h/6-14-2009+5%3B50%3B50+PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbqmJ7E_4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yTbX04mImRQ/s320/6-14-2009+5%3B50%3B50+PM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347719548768681858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet little Princess Miley is 1!  I can't believe a whole year has went by so fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbrYPsjebI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y7oyow5zSzU/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbrYPsjebI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y7oyow5zSzU/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347720409311836594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we had her birthday party.  It went really well.  Our house was full of family and friends.  Her guest list included - Mom and Dad, Grandma &amp; Grandpa C., Grams and Pa, Mike, Aunt Jessie, Uncle Grant, Cousin Crew, Megan, Kennedy, Aunt Kathy, Cousin Colton, Cousin Talon, Aunt Sharla, Aunt Shelia, Aunt Celeste, Uncle Tony, Uncle Steve, Cousins Cindy and Mondy, Cousin Sean,  Daph, Bridger, Ireland, Taygen, Dani, Jeannie, Mike, Kathryn, Justin, Summer, Keilan, Ceina, and Lyle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbshqECa4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/prqy8PxItaY/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbshqECa4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/prqy8PxItaY/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347721670520105858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before my mom and I decorated the house and made Miley's personal birthday cake.  We did a practice run on her cake the week before also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhcErFzVqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BTOJPM7-qf8/s1600-h/DSC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhcErFzVqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BTOJPM7-qf8/s320/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348125792858756770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party we had marinated chicken, bbq chicken, beans, apple slaw, dutch oven potatoes, jello salads, rice, pasta salad, and bread rolls.  It was so yummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbtrrTqX5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/s8r9tlaUadk/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbtrrTqX5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/s8r9tlaUadk/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347722942164393874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate we went outside and did the pinata.  It was so funny watching the kids beat the poor unicorn.  It was way cute watching all the kids scramble for candy once it broke open.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbusdujJ8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/wtvdrGqIyh4/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbusdujJ8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/wtvdrGqIyh4/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724055210567618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhfVYmD_4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/jvAIhpzk0xk/s1600-h/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhfVYmD_4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/jvAIhpzk0xk/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348129378486452098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than it was time for Miley's presents.  My mom helped her open her gifts.  She sure did get a lot of stuff.  Her present list included a Fur Real pony, a Disney Princess toy chest, a Disney Princess TV/DVD combo, Disney Princess table and chairs, a Disney Princess rider, lots of clothes, a Cinderella doll, a baby doll, a tiger stuffed animal, a turqose braclet, a Disney Princess piano, a bubble maker, noise books and learning abc books,a ball, a V-tech learn book, a Disney Princess tea set, a Fisher Price tea set, a walking duck, Baby Einsten dvds and cd and puzzles.  She loves all her presents.  Thank you so much everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhZWTPuscI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qeelYC1Hj2I/s1600-h/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhZWTPuscI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qeelYC1Hj2I/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348122797160706498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhaL18XjrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PXgu1lcTyRk/s1600-h/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhaL18XjrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PXgu1lcTyRk/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348123717007806130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley is so cute.  Her Fur Real pony Smores came with a carrot.  We were showing her how to feed her pony.  Later in the day she went to her toy chest, got out the carrot and took it to her pony.  She is so smart.  Also, another story about her pony.  When my dad showed up at Miley's party, when he first walked in he saw the horse moving it's head.  (We had the pony turned on)  His first reaction was "Oh my gosh, she got her a pony....and they have it in the house.  Arn't they worried it is going to shit on the floor?"  It took him a second to relize it wasn't real.  My dad must have forgot he was with me when I bought the pony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhbKHN3cAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ia0QluAOEcE/s1600-h/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjhbKHN3cAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ia0QluAOEcE/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124786796490754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After presents we had cake and ice cream.  We had the Disney Princess cake we had made at the deli.  Miley had her own personal cake.  She loved it.  She didn't get as messy as I thought she would.  Which is great.  She ate a little bit of it, but I think she had more fun playing in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sjhd1V6TuVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/crPxHNHawrA/s1600-h/DSC_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sjhd1V6TuVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/crPxHNHawrA/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127728498620754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley had so much fun and she was so wond up when it was time to go to bed we didn't get her in bed till after 10.  &lt;br /&gt;Her party went really well.  We all had a lot of fun.  Miley was such a good girl, I know she had tons of fun also.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for such a great party.  &lt;br /&gt;Tonight on her actual birthday we went to Monticello to eat at R&amp;F with my parents.  They have the best mexican food.  After dinner we went to my parent's house and Miley was having so much fun running around and chasing Beans (our cat).  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Miley!  We love you!  I can't believe how fast this year has went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-6623452646573682211?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6623452646573682211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-little-princess-miley-is-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6623452646573682211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6623452646573682211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-little-princess-miley-is-1.html' title='Our little Princess Miley is 1!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SjbqmJ7E_4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yTbX04mImRQ/s72-c/6-14-2009+5%3B50%3B50+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5406713420760267763</id><published>2009-06-16T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:34:44.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday - Chicken Rolls</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite receipts is Chicken Rolls. When I was younger I would beg my mom to make them for me all the time. One time when she went out of town she bought me all the ingredients to make them. She warned me to not eat too much or I would get sick and never want them again. I didn't eat them all at one sitting but nothing went to waste and I still love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Rolls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Crescent Roll packages&lt;br /&gt;1 8 oz. cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;green onion&lt;br /&gt;cooked chicken - cut up&lt;br /&gt;Cream of Chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix chicken, cream cheese and onion together.&lt;br /&gt;Put inside crescent rolls and bake.&lt;br /&gt;Heat cream of chicken soup with 1/4 can water. Stir in sour cream.&lt;br /&gt;Pour sauce over chicken rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5406713420760267763?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5406713420760267763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tasty-tuesday-chicken-rolls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5406713420760267763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5406713420760267763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tasty-tuesday-chicken-rolls.html' title='Tasty Tuesday - Chicken Rolls'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-8866568874440350538</id><published>2009-06-15T12:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:47:36.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness - Planing and Packing</title><content type='html'>I need to start packing for our trip to California. Disneyland here we come! Do you know how stressful it is to pack for a trip that is going to be longer than a one day trip to Wal-Mart? I'm always forgetting everything. One trip to Cortez....just to Cortez, I don't even think you can call that a trip, I forgot Miley's formula. How sad. Luckily Wal-Mart sales lots of formula so I was able to get it there. I'm also lucky no one got mad at me for opening the formula before I bought it. &lt;br /&gt;I just really don't want to forget anything. I don't want to have to spend money on stuff I already have and should have brought. I made my list and I'm going to check it twice and I hope there is room in our car for all of it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also worried about traveling a million miles (okay it's not really a million, but it will feel like it) with Miley. Sometimes she does really good and other times we can't even go to the grocery store with out her wanting out of her car seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-8866568874440350538?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8866568874440350538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8866568874440350538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8866568874440350538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness - Planing and Packing'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6003425688978138495</id><published>2009-06-07T15:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:07:23.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight series</title><content type='html'>I started reading Twilight after I had Miley. Today I finally finished all four books. I've heard of people finishing them all in a weekend. It took me almost a full year. I hear people say, "I couldn't put it down." I had to put my book down. It seems like every time I would try to read Miley would need me and I wasn't go to ignore her no matter how good the books are. &lt;br /&gt;I'm always looking for a good book, so I'm happy my mom finally talked me into reading them. Like a lot of people, I was hesitant to read a book about vampires. But now my new theme is 'Forget Princess....I want to be a Vampire'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiwSax3ftQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0jpqNveeqjg/s1600-h/Books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiwSax3ftQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0jpqNveeqjg/s320/Books.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344667109053936898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I team Edward or team Jacob? My answer would probably be both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiwUyjBfGgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/StavhR3G9nY/s1600-h/CantIBeOnBoth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiwUyjBfGgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/StavhR3G9nY/s320/CantIBeOnBoth.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344669716409424386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss reading the Twilight books but I can't wait for New Moon to come to the theaters. And I'll continue to watch my Twilight movie till I get sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been reading other vampire books, I'll probably read those later. My next book to read is Marley and Me by John Grogan. I want to watch the movie, but I told myself I wouldn't tell after I read the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-6003425688978138495?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6003425688978138495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight-series.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6003425688978138495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6003425688978138495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight-series.html' title='Twilight series'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiwSax3ftQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0jpqNveeqjg/s72-c/Books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2046053040049864548</id><published>2009-06-03T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:29:53.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When hunger strikes......</title><content type='html'>Miley's all time favorite commercial is the Weight Watcher's commercials with that big orange monster (hunger). Miley will be playing or in the other room but when that commercial comes on she'll stop what she is doing at watch the whole thing. I don't know what it is about that commercial. They are actually really boring, but I think she is in love with "hunger". I'm actually thinking about getting her a Weight Watcher's doll, after googling it, I found out you really can buy one. You can get anything off the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiXjaZAbNcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZOBfM4MQ6-A/s1600-h/news-weight-watchers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiXjaZAbNcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZOBfM4MQ6-A/s320/news-weight-watchers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342926575473735106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-2046053040049864548?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2046053040049864548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-hunger-strikes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2046053040049864548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2046053040049864548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-hunger-strikes.html' title='When hunger strikes......'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiXjaZAbNcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZOBfM4MQ6-A/s72-c/news-weight-watchers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3171534235947796197</id><published>2009-06-02T08:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:42:35.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jessie!</title><content type='html'>Today is my sister's birthday. We (My parents and us)went to Farmington over the weekend to visit her. She also colored and trimmed my hair and cut Miley's bangs. We appriate it very much. Thank you, Jess. Miley's hair is getting so long and it was always in her face, I couldn't see her eyes. Her new bangs look so cute. Miley was scared and cried but Jessie did an excellent job. Also, while we were in Farmington, Jessie took Miley and Crew on a ride in Crew's new wagon. It was so cute, and they both loved it. Miley loves to visit her cousin and Miley loves to go to her aunt's house. She loves playing with Crew's toys and the new surrounding she is in when she is there. Thanks Jess for a fun Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Also, in Farmington we went to Hastings. Miley ran around all over the store. She would get mad if we tried to hold her. She wasn't scared of anything. We probably ran down every isle including the coffee shop part. In the kids section, she took tons of books of the shelf. I think she had tons of fun in Hastings. &lt;br /&gt;I also have to thank my parents for helping me watch Miley while in Farmington.  She was into everything and she was loud, but I think she had a lot of fun.  I know I did. &lt;br /&gt;I hope my sister has a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiSG03hGkBI/AAAAAAAAANw/juhHV4XpLJs/s1600-h/DSCN1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiSG03hGkBI/AAAAAAAAANw/juhHV4XpLJs/s320/DSCN1624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342543300782362642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiSHnqM_fnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BcfS6-Nwbbg/s1600-h/DSCN1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiSHnqM_fnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BcfS6-Nwbbg/s320/DSCN1627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342544173381680754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3171534235947796197?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3171534235947796197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jessie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3171534235947796197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3171534235947796197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jessie.html' title='Happy Birthday Jessie!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SiSG03hGkBI/AAAAAAAAANw/juhHV4XpLJs/s72-c/DSCN1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1757027916309364619</id><published>2009-05-26T19:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:04:27.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We will miss you Lillie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333222095453202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShysxW03fBI/AAAAAAAAANg/93xuR3ojsyw/s320/5-26-2009+8%3B51%3B46+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my dad took Lillie to the vet. She has been really sick. She wasn't acting like herself for the last couple of weeks and she has been hiding out a lot. The vet said she might have cancer and she had something else, but I can't remember what it was. He said they could give her something to help her feel better for a while, but it wouldn't cure her. So, they put her down. My dad brought her home and they buried her in the back yard. She was 12 years old. When we first got her, Lillie was going to be Jessie's cat, but we decided we would share our cats. I will miss her very much. She was a great cat. When she was younger we use to say she was stuck up because she didn't like to be pet, but she later turned into a very cuddly cat. I loved it when she would sleep with me our climb up on my lap and want to be pet. She was also a peebody, because sometime she couldn't control her bladder and she would pee on my bed. That was gross, but I still loved her. We will miss you Lillie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340328194697570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShyoMuTzqbI/AAAAAAAAANA/enz38BYdyjM/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340331858522352914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Shyrh_HtLRI/AAAAAAAAANI/QVxGjozRFUw/s320/5-26-2009+8%3B49%3B00+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333215159149778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Shysw8_H5NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s_3ySIxxBm8/s320/5-26-2009+8%3B51%3B40+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333217376300434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShysxFPu7ZI/AAAAAAAAANY/HZUfxe9_kWU/s320/5-26-2009+8%3B51%3B44+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1757027916309364619?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1757027916309364619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-will-miss-you-lillie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1757027916309364619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1757027916309364619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-will-miss-you-lillie.html' title='We will miss you Lillie'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShysxW03fBI/AAAAAAAAANg/93xuR3ojsyw/s72-c/5-26-2009+8%3B51%3B46+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3058071422131182783</id><published>2009-05-24T11:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:30:35.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Since Miley has been walking she has been trying to run. Sometimes she gets a little carried away. Friday, she fell and hit her face on the corner of a shelf/stand. I was so stressed. I kept telling Miles we need to take her to the doctor. The doctor probably would have laughed at us and welcomed us to parenthood. So of course, we didn't take her and luckily the next day it looked so much better. What am I going to do when she falls off her bike or actually gets a worse owie....not that I want that to happen?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339443235496136626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmDVUYcD7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/MKBKdIv9eEw/s320/DSCN1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339443975718138546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmEAZ7HcrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/d6ytd5kZ04s/s320/DSCN1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3058071422131182783?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3058071422131182783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3058071422131182783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3058071422131182783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmDVUYcD7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/MKBKdIv9eEw/s72-c/DSCN1618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1375175307329842173</id><published>2009-05-24T11:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:20:18.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>I recently bought a cake decorating kit so I can decorate Miley's personal 1st birthday cake. My mom and I wanted to try it out and test our skills on cupcakes. All I have to say is move over Ace of Cakes.....my mom and I mean business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, if I'm going to be decorated Miley's princess cake, I need a ton more practice and better frosting.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339440536517196274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmA4N5tufI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zzHNTe81H8c/s320/DSCN1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339441050194299282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmBWHf4SZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5j5vvxyQZnE/s320/DSCN1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339441362529683330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmBoTCcB4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/77h-a9TBOmA/s320/DSCN1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1375175307329842173?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1375175307329842173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1375175307329842173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1375175307329842173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShmA4N5tufI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zzHNTe81H8c/s72-c/DSCN1611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-8526379214606336495</id><published>2009-05-20T09:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:31:28.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mom's birthday. (May 19) We went to Monticello and ate dinner at the Lamp Light. It was so good. We gave Miley all kinds of food from the salad bar. She loved it and made such a big mess. She ate cheese, olives, egg, jello, and crackers. After dinner we went to my parent's house to have cake and ice cream. Miley was so hyper. It was probably because my mom kept giving her coke at dinner. She loves to play and Grandma and Grandpa's house in Monticello. She doesn't go there that often so she was loving the new surroundings. While playing in my mom's room with Miley she got a hold of the phone. She loves to play with phones and push the buttons. We told her to talk on the phone and she put it up to her ear. It was so cute. I've never seen her do that before. Everyday she amazes me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed celebrating my mom's birthday with her. I hope she had a great birthday. Happy Birthday Mom!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338052792863196658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShSSu57khfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BCiddwCo0dU/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-8526379214606336495?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8526379214606336495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8526379214606336495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8526379214606336495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ShSSu57khfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BCiddwCo0dU/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-8454976643644518222</id><published>2009-05-17T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:57:21.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg9qQPb9AHI/AAAAAAAAALw/JUcx9gQxOYM/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600910711554162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg9qQPb9AHI/AAAAAAAAALw/JUcx9gQxOYM/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley is 11 months old today! Were has the time gone? I've been planning her 1st birthday for a while now. At first I though maybe it's a little too soon, but now I'm glad I've been thinking about it because it will be here before I know it. We are also going to Disneyland after her birthday so we have been planning that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past month Miley has learned to walk. It is so cute watching her walk so carefully without holding on to anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day at Taco Time, we wanted to see what Miley would do if we gave her our drink. Miles gave Miley his coke. I thought she would just bite on the straw or take the straw from the cup and play with it, but she put it in her mouth and started sucking. She was drinking coke! I made Miles take it away from her because she is too little for coke. Even though she will probably grow up on it because we are a coke drinking family, I didn't want her drinking it now. I gave her some of my watered down sprite. She loved that also. She just keep drinking out of that straw. Funny thing is, she doesn't really like her sippy cup unless we put sprite in it. Silly Miley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley also loves to play peek a boo. She will hide behind something so no one can see her and than peek out and start laugh. She also loves it when we hide and than come out and say peek a boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley has the cutest personality. It is so cute and fun watching her grow and learn her own likes and dislikes. Sometimes I think she is older than 11 months, she sure acts like it. She can already throw a fit like a two year old when she wants something she can't have. She is so silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley, You are growing up too fast. We love you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600910850735522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg9qQP9IvaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fg6-3VKMGeM/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336603618135094162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg9st1YBs5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ST--3185USI/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602419151387618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg9roC0CO-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tw7YINueKHE/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-8454976643644518222?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8454976643644518222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-months-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8454976643644518222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/8454976643644518222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-months-old.html' title='11 Months Old'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg9qQPb9AHI/AAAAAAAAALw/JUcx9gQxOYM/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7321516988493045096</id><published>2009-05-15T16:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:42:56.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday : Miley's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg3mfS4TimI/AAAAAAAAALo/QeOU7cFAylc/s1600-h/510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336174558822238818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg3mfS4TimI/AAAAAAAAALo/QeOU7cFAylc/s320/510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley's first Christmas was filled with lots of fun, family, and lots of presents from family and Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at my parents house Christmas Eve and woke up and opened presents with them. I'm sure glad Santa found Miley and left her presents in Monticello at Grandma and Grandpa Cannon's house. We than had Christmas dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Harrison's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presents Miley received from Santa, family &amp;amp; friends -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price Rain forest high chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price Rain forest travel eating chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huge Pink Care Bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tons of small Care Bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Little Pony stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock a Bye My Little Pony&lt;br /&gt;Tons of clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FP Rain forest jingle ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ocean Wonders Fish tank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbage Patch new born doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dolly Miss Molly doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute yarn hair doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne Geddes Lady Bug baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Computer Milo dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley hair clip holder and tons of hair clips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Stinky Face and Rain forest book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duck stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Build a Bear cheerleader bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink Hippo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep Sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music Drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FP Rain forest stacker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play toy piggy bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stride to Ride Lion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow Me Pooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care Bear wall decals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight Ladybug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price Basketball hoop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumpy from Pooh stuffed animal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you give a Mouse a cookie book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisher Price Purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Christmas Miles got a Blu Ray home theater system and I got a computer and printer a big Nikon camera and a Cricut. We also got other stuff but those were our big gifts. I would definitely say Santa and family were very good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336146653675026162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg3NHAGwdvI/AAAAAAAAALg/_QXv_Y_P3rI/s320/518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336143104941244386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg3J4cCsP-I/AAAAAAAAALY/dUFOyukxL0Y/s320/513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-7321516988493045096?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7321516988493045096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-mileys-first-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7321516988493045096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7321516988493045096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-mileys-first-christmas.html' title='Flashback Friday : Miley&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sg3mfS4TimI/AAAAAAAAALo/QeOU7cFAylc/s72-c/510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5641544171185732386</id><published>2009-05-10T14:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:18:19.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love my mom! She is the best mom anyone could ask for. She is so much fun to be around. Not only is she my mom, but she is my best friend. She is always there for me and she is always willing to help me with anything and everything. I couldn't ask for a better grandma for Miley either. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369018230129858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sgd8XAB0xMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YKA68xCpytk/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5641544171185732386?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5641544171185732386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mom_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5641544171185732386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5641544171185732386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mom_10.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, Mom!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sgd8XAB0xMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YKA68xCpytk/s72-c/DSC00690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7528197561611534668</id><published>2009-05-10T09:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:14:23.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Miley,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334368008262028018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sgd7cNmqivI/AAAAAAAAALA/SyNC_L5F6uI/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy and blessed to be your Mom. Friday we went to Sandra Dawn's Photography to get a family picture done. It turned out so good, I can't stop looking at it. We will also give your grandma's the same picture. I hope they love it as much as we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, you and daddy went to the store to make me a cake, which turned out so good. I can't wait to eat it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334368008857878626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sgd7cP0ugGI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hqe1xkpaEfk/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday (Mother's Day) when you woke up, you woke up your dad so I could sleep in. Than you and daddy went and make me french toast and scrambled eggs while I continued to sleep. It felt so good to sleep in and have breakfast ready when I got up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The card you got me was so cute. It said, " To a smart, funny, extremely pretty lady.....From your little carbon copy! Happy Mother's Day." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had your Grandma and Grandpa Cannon, Grandma and Grandpa Harrison, your brother Mike, your cousin Colton and your Aunt Sharla over for dinner. This was our third annual Mother's Day dinner. We had streak, shrimp, dutch oven potatoes, pasta salad, bread, cake and ice cream for dinner. It was really yummy. You entertained us all night and kept us laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful to be your mom. I love you Miley. You are the sweetest girl! Thank you for a great Mother's day. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-7528197561611534668?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7528197561611534668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7528197561611534668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7528197561611534668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day_10.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sgd7cNmqivI/AAAAAAAAALA/SyNC_L5F6uI/s72-c/DSC_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7810071360388426036</id><published>2009-05-08T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:06:38.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday : Miley's laughing party</title><content type='html'>According to Navajo (or Dine) tradition, a baby is considered to be of two worlds at birth: that of the holy people and that of the earth people. As weeks pass, adults wait and listen for the child's first chuckle - a sign of joy that signals his/her desire to join his earth family and community. In Navajo culture, it is believed that a child assumes the qualities of the person who witnesses, or coaxes, his/her first giggle. To commemorate this event, the laugh witness hosts a A'wee Chi'deedioh ("The Baby Laughed") ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally was not planning on having this party for Miley. I have a friend who does belive and has done this for all her kids ask me if I believed or was planning on having a laughing party for Miley when she laughed. I told her she didn't have to worry if she made Miley laugh because I wasn't going to have a laughing party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On September 30 , 2008, I went to pick Miley up at Grandma Harrison's house after work. I put her in her car seat so we could get ready to go and I was talking to her and all of a sudden she laughed at me. I looked at Beverly in suprise, and thought "did I just hear her laugh for the first time?". Her laugh was so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beverly than told me I have to throw a laughing party now and she has been trying to get Miley to laugh for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know if Beverly was serious because she isn't Navajo, so I asked Miles about it and he called his mom and asked her about it because I don't know anything about throwing this party. We than found out from Grandpa Harrison, who is Navajo, that its mainly just a get together with lots of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Farmington that Friday so we could get Miley a cake and a present. We got Miley a Baby Einsten's activity center and a huge cake from Sam's Club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806948399600466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sf5iK6JRU1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RkQTi0LWixU/s320/441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That Saturday, October 4, we had her party at our house. We had hamburgers, salads, cake, cupcakes and ice cream. It was a lot of fun. We had a lot of family over. Miley really did enjoy her party and so did everyone else. I'm glad I did thow her a laughing party and I'm glad I was the first one to make her laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806950047028226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sf5iLASDFAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5K6j__DJK0g/s320/445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331807894117889954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sf5jB9OFN6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7PT2sv2gF9g/s320/331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-7810071360388426036?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7810071360388426036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-mileys-laughing-party_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7810071360388426036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7810071360388426036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday-mileys-laughing-party_08.html' title='Flashback Friday : Miley&apos;s laughing party'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sf5iK6JRU1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RkQTi0LWixU/s72-c/441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-4310339465326300056</id><published>2009-05-05T16:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:57:05.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Night Night</title><content type='html'>Miley is so funny! Miley will be playing and we will tell her to 'go night night' or 'go take a nap', and she will stop what she is doing and lay her head down to rest and usually get in her sleeping position. She will also go to her blanket that is on the ground (where she takes her naps) and lay down there. She also does that a lot when she is getting tired, but she doesn't just lay there and fall asleep, except for the other day. She laid down under the coffee table and I keep waiting for her to poke her head back up and start playing but she didn't. We both took a long nap. It was so nice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course she doesn't go night night when told when it's time to go to bed. That would be too easy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332477175577925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SgDDvQ8zVqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oYLbFUyi1s8/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332477187889096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SgDDv-0A5xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jf4pcSM1Qn8/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-4310339465326300056?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4310339465326300056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-night-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/4310339465326300056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/4310339465326300056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-night-night.html' title='Go Night Night'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SgDDvQ8zVqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oYLbFUyi1s8/s72-c/DSC_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6953369832327891638</id><published>2009-05-02T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:23:06.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley's first ice cream cone!</title><content type='html'>Today we took Miley to Patio for lunch.  Miley had her first ice cream cone.  She really enjoyed it.  She even wanted more after she finished her cone.  So I had to share mine with her. &lt;br /&gt;We than went to the baseball games, but we couldn't stay long because it started to rain and get windy.  Lately every Saturday we seem to have bad weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sfz91bOcVrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nCmK9QHkuE0/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331415153183053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sfz91bOcVrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nCmK9QHkuE0/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331415155301837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sfz91jHmarI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_JFsFDy_u7o/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-6953369832327891638?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6953369832327891638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/mileys-first-ice-cream-cone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6953369832327891638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6953369832327891638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/mileys-first-ice-cream-cone.html' title='Miley&apos;s first ice cream cone!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sfz91bOcVrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nCmK9QHkuE0/s72-c/DSC00965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-6860356598874971364</id><published>2009-05-01T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:13:18.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Miley's first birthday is coming upon us way too fast, I decided to do Flashback Fridays to remember things I wish I blogged about...but it was before I had a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On June 17, 2008, at 39 weeks pregnant I was induced to have Miley because I have developed preeclampsia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That morning we were to be there at 8:30 a.m. I was too excited/nervous to eat my breakfast, so I made a picture of my mom in my oatmeal.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328674393907493202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfNBIPSTeVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iJLCQ8EXsMM/s320/155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We than arrived to the San Juan Hospital and got settled in. They started Pitosin on me around 10:00 am - 10:30 am. At first I was just enjoying making jokes about the IV's in me (Tubey Tubey) and watching TV. Than I started feeling the pain. I knew I was going to want an epidural, but I wanted it fast! After the epidural I was feeling good. I was eating Popsicles and jello and drinking juice. Feeling like a champ, than the pain was slowly returning. They told me I might feel a little pain and to push the button on the epidural thing when I needed relief. I was pushing that stupid button every half second. It wasn't working. After long, I was feeling everything. It hurt so bad. The stupid epidural wore off on me. They did give me stadol to help with the pain and it did. I felt loopy. I couldn't keep my eyes open and I wanted to take a nap. I wasn't really sure what was going on around me. I remember Dr. Black walking in and saying, "It's good your getting rest". I figured I still had a while, but they were in a hurry and stripping my bed. Than Dr. Black told me I could start pushing during my next contraction. That was a shock to me. I thought I still had forever. After 30 minutes of pushing and half time of the NBA championship (Los Angeles Lakers (92) vs. Boston Celtics (131), at 8:35 p.m. Miley Tiara Harrison was born. Everything after that was kind of a blur to me. They cleaned her up, warmed her up, weighed and measured her (5 lbs. 14 oz and 18 1/2 inches) and than I was holding her. My mom and dad went to eat pizza. My mom thought she would be back before I delivered so when she walked in she was talking to my aunt on the phone telling her they must have gave me more pain medicine because I was smiling. Than she notice I was holding a baby and quickly hung up the phone and rushed into the room. Dr. Black is a great doctor. I'm glad I went to him through my pregnancy. It sure was a great day! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571891334992626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfZxZdvt0vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mmYE6bxt5GU/s320/159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572465056041666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfZx63BeSsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZGsMu5aLDR8/s320/163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572918166983154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfZyVO_ikfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-46Hc_Y44h8/s320/176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-6860356598874971364?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6860356598874971364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6860356598874971364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/6860356598874971364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfNBIPSTeVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iJLCQ8EXsMM/s72-c/155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5923612926330619951</id><published>2009-04-25T18:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:30:17.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooded Towel Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfOq5tJaAoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zNmL4DswSx8/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328790692457742978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfOq5tJaAoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zNmL4DswSx8/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my mom and I made a hooded bath towel for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;. She out grew the ones we bought her at the store. We were having a hard time figuring out the instructions on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, but once we started doing it; it was really easy. We are planning on making more....and more fancy ones now that we know what we are doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328790123234764754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfOqYkoEp9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ECkF7c_tpw4/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&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/3420675271611851572-5923612926330619951?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5923612926330619951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooded-towel-craft.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5923612926330619951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5923612926330619951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooded-towel-craft.html' title='Hooded Towel Craft'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SfOq5tJaAoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zNmL4DswSx8/s72-c/DSC00951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-157262414890778723</id><published>2009-04-22T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:06:26.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>I came up with a list of ideas I could use to go green and save green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use Compact Fluorescent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Light bulbs&lt;/span&gt; and I probably should.&lt;br /&gt;I could unplug appliances when I'm not using them.  I do unplug my toaster....does that count?&lt;br /&gt;I could wash clothes in cold water whenever possible.  I usually just wash my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darks&lt;/span&gt; in cold, but I could try it all.&lt;br /&gt;I could take shorter showers to reduce water use.  But I don't know how much shorter I can make them.  I have to take very quick showers anyway, because one - I sleep in and two - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;  waits for me in her travel crib in the bathroom almost every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I could install a low-flow shower head.  I actually tried that and I hated it so I probably won't be doing that again.&lt;br /&gt;I could ride my bike to work.  I really should start doing that.  Before I was pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;, I rode my bike to work everyday.  It was great.  Now I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I can make my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; supplies.  I actually wouldn't even know where to begin, but maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many tips and ideas online about going green.  I bet I could find a couple I wouldn't mind doing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; also a lot I'm already doing and didn't even know it.  How about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Earth Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-157262414890778723?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/157262414890778723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/157262414890778723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/157262414890778723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1839945061298641626</id><published>2009-04-21T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:53:32.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                               Move over Renesmee........Miley is in town!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312389293568706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se5qZIthcsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PuWkqOfozOc/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1839945061298641626?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1839945061298641626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight-fan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1839945061298641626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1839945061298641626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight-fan.html' title='Twilight Fan'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se5qZIthcsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PuWkqOfozOc/s72-c/DSC_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2642023132437220641</id><published>2009-04-20T18:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:15:22.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se0azwQL-YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CWM7X0x3Ae0/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326943410677610882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se0azwQL-YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CWM7X0x3Ae0/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we took Miley to the park to swing. She loved it! She just giggled the whole time. The weather was perfect. I also tried out the swings. It has been a long time since I have swung, but it was a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326944794727532498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se0cEUPZx9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qhj6oopgrI4/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326945844526625090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se0dBbDAsUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jS-8lAa63L8/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326946971193582754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se0eDANWJKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SMkeYbJVVe0/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-2642023132437220641?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2642023132437220641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2642023132437220641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2642023132437220641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-spring.html' title='Happy Spring'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Se0azwQL-YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CWM7X0x3Ae0/s72-c/DSC_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5640943385832856537</id><published>2009-04-17T20:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:06:11.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SelADBKy4FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nh9oDAwD0yw/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325858454939820114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SelADBKy4FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nh9oDAwD0yw/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley is 10 months old. I've come up with a list of 10 things Miley enjoys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Miley loves bathtime.  She loves to splash and suck on the wash cloth.  She also enjoys having her teeth brushed with her baby tooth brush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Miley loves to go outside.  When the weather is nice she loves to visit Coco and Koda in the back yard and go on walks in her stoller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Miley loves animals.  She loves stuffed animals and real life animals.  The other day she got to pet our neighbors horse.  I thought she might be scared of this huge animal or at least be scared if of the owner of the horse, but she wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Miley loves Little Einsteins theme song and Ooh and Aah from Playhouse Disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Miley loves her Dolly Miss Molly, her Simba, and her blue Care Bear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Miley loves bananas.  She gets so messy when she eats her banana, but she sure does enjoy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Miley does not like to sleep in her crib.  She loves to sleep in the big bed with us!  She also loves to sleep on her stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Miley loves to ride in her little red car.  We will push her all over the house and tell her to push her music button and push the blinker and she will.  She doesn't like when we stop unless it is in front of the full lenght mirror.  She enjoys looking at herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Miley loves the beat of music.  She will be sitting there and when she plays with her music toys or hears music from the tv she will get really happy and bounce to the beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Miley loves other babies and little kids.  She will cry if a grown up that she doesn't know looks at her or talks to her, but if it is a baby or kid she gets so happy.  She loves her cousin Crew!  Also, a couple weeks ago Ivy brought her kids and her niece over and she had so much fun playing with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325858466261854146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SelADrWLZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/h8iCktPR75U/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325859347378286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SelA29wtLnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9022cVVUJrU/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5640943385832856537?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5640943385832856537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-months-old_5192.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5640943385832856537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5640943385832856537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-months-old_5192.html' title='10 Months Old!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SelADBKy4FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nh9oDAwD0yw/s72-c/DSC_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7862366428584545991</id><published>2009-04-13T14:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:44:32.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter bunny found Miley!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SePNN1SgdnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nGBEvaqBET8/s1600-h/DSCN1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324324822008755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SePNN1SgdnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nGBEvaqBET8/s320/DSCN1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very good Easter. The Easter bunny found Miley at our house and Grandma Cannon's house. I wanted to get Miley a real bunny, but I knew that wasn't going to be possible. I have no place for a real bunny, so the Easter bunny brought Miley a Fur Real bunny. It is so cute. You pet his/her back ( I think it is a she) and she moves her head and closes and shuts her eyes and makes noises. Miley also got three other little stuffed animals. She had to have two baskets because the Easter bunny couldn't put it all in one. Grandma Cannon spoiled her with books, a Disney Princess ball, a floating ring for when we go swimming, a really cool storage box and lots of candy for Mom and Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324324825093313522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SePNOAx7E_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/63ZBAhrpr1U/s320/DSCN1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Mancos to eat Easter brunch. This was the 2nd year we have went. It was really yummy. Miley loved her bread roll....again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325680079235890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SePN_x2c6zI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IB1w3FbDfHY/s320/DSCN1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325687966784434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SePOAPO_W7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/AAswDOdAXzc/s320/DSCN1583.JPG" border="0" /&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/3420675271611851572-7862366428584545991?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7862366428584545991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-found-miley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7862366428584545991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7862366428584545991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-found-miley.html' title='The Easter bunny found Miley!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SePNN1SgdnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nGBEvaqBET8/s72-c/DSCN1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-604271687264423121</id><published>2009-04-11T20:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:23:16.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Harrison Easter Outing</title><content type='html'>&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFY05JjYKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ejqPW4ixRr0/s1600-h/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323633900245967010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFY05JjYKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ejqPW4ixRr0/s320/DSCN1521.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;Today was our annual Harrison Easter outing. We always go to Comb Wash. We were really excited to take Miley to her first Easter egg hunt. They always hide eggs for the kids. Miley had her jeans and her snickers on. She was ready to get dirty. When we woke up this morning, it was raining and the sun didn't look like it was going to come out. But we all went down to Comb anyway. When we got there it was kind of cold, but not too bad. Than it started raining, so we went to the truck and hung out there for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636386255297314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFbFmQXWyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0zNVRjQrbTY/s320/DSCN1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFYOwhL4zI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cU0XMcSZdLM/s1600-h/DSCN1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323633245094142770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFYOwhL4zI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cU0XMcSZdLM/s320/DSCN1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After listening to music and drawing on the fogged over windows for awhile, we decieded it would probably be better to go back into town and eat at Grandma and Grandpa Harrison's house. We ate chicken, dutch oven potatoes, green salad, pasta salad, bread rolls, and cake and rice crispy treats. It was so yummy! We gave Miley a little bit of chicken, pototoes, pasta, and a bread roll. She loved the bread roll! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFaK5xGAcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ptJW0JsH5SU/s1600-h/DSCN1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323635377880564162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFaK5xGAcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ptJW0JsH5SU/s320/DSCN1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating lots of yummy food it was time for the Easter egg hunt. Miley had so much fun! She found all of her eggs and she love opening them up to see what was inside. Grandma Harrison got her a cute spring outfit and a Cinderella book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323637731164261186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFcT4bpi0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/HlJv3oJ9FG8/s320/DSCN1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323637737125214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFcUOo2d6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JkV75odh2Dk/s320/DSCN1557.JPG" border="0" /&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;We all had so much fun today! Miley loves to play with her Aunts and her cousins. It is so much fun when the family gets together.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323639688506068994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFeF0GTUAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5R7jvczlFDQ/s320/DSCN1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323639686265159650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFeFrwBv-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/VmS6w4SD9qg/s320/DSCN1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323639681523421138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFeFaFgj9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/8rrxWSsEJzY/s320/DSCN1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-604271687264423121?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/604271687264423121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/annual-harrison-easter-outing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/604271687264423121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/604271687264423121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/annual-harrison-easter-outing.html' title='Annual Harrison Easter Outing'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SeFY05JjYKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ejqPW4ixRr0/s72-c/DSCN1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3732190762080350145</id><published>2009-04-10T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:53:10.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sd-i8gJYcvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JJcwgXDRczM/s1600-h/4-10-2009+1%3B32%3B47+PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152444880351986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sd-i8gJYcvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JJcwgXDRczM/s320/4-10-2009+1%3B32%3B47+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night Miley took 5 baby steps on her own without the help from her stride to ride lion. She did it twice. She is going to be walking before we know it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Miley has started saying mommamoma. It is so cute. It feels so good to hear her say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3732190762080350145?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3732190762080350145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-steps_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3732190762080350145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3732190762080350145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-steps_10.html' title='Baby steps!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sd-i8gJYcvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JJcwgXDRczM/s72-c/4-10-2009+1%3B32%3B47+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5514109707365681247</id><published>2009-04-05T19:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:37:55.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Miley</title><content type='html'>What happens when you go to the doctor and your heathly? You get sick the next day. Poor Miley has the worst cold ever. She was up ALL NIGHT Saturday crying. It was so sad. She has had a cold before and it wasn't this bad. We ended up taking her to the doctor Sunday because we thought she might have an ear infection, but after two hours at the clinic, I still don't know if she has one or not. The doctor looked in her ear and though everything looked okay but Miley would act like she was in pain everytime she would look in her ear, so she would keep looking while we all held her down and she was crying uncontrollable.   It was so sad.  But they did end up giving her the bubble gum antibiotic medicine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdlyT6Jed4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uYeHE1Eo2Ow/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410121067034498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdlyT6Jed4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uYeHE1Eo2Ow/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thankfully my mom was staying with us for the weekend.  She helped out so much!  Thanks Mom, we love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, thank you Grandpa Harrison for giving Miley a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Get better sweet Miley!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdlyTa0_FRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fGmdERuEfY8/s1600-h/DSCN1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410112659592466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdlyTa0_FRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fGmdERuEfY8/s320/DSCN1519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5514109707365681247?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5514109707365681247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-miley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5514109707365681247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5514109707365681247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-miley.html' title='Poor Miley'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdlyT6Jed4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uYeHE1Eo2Ow/s72-c/DSCN1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7796437697145798000</id><published>2009-04-04T10:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:10:08.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do with this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley has never really liked her pacifier. She probably used it for a month after she was born, but she didn't really care for it too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day she found one of her pacifiers and what did she do with it? Of course she put it in her mouth, but she wasn't too sure what to do with it. Everyonce in a while she will have it in her mouth while she is playing with her toys. I know some kids have there pacifier till there 3, but I think she looks too old for one just because she didn't really use one when she was a new born. But I do like to give it to her once in a while for a good laugh. I just hope I don't get her hooked on it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320883951137347538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdeTwyaeV9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/c6VKn_DrwcU/s320/DSCN1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884416135432322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdeUL2qqCII/AAAAAAAAAFI/3GL4B-B61Y0/s320/DSCN1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-7796437697145798000?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7796437697145798000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-i-do-with-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7796437697145798000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7796437697145798000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-i-do-with-this.html' title='What do I do with this?'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SdeTwyaeV9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/c6VKn_DrwcU/s72-c/DSCN1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3379356849751855312</id><published>2009-04-03T11:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:10:07.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 month baby well check up</title><content type='html'>Today we took Miley for her 9 month baby well check up. She is heathly as can be. The doctor referred to her as a perfect baby. Yes, she is a perfect baby! We love her so much! She was lucky that she didn't have to get any shots this visit, but she was still scared. She was having fun in the waiting room, asking what everything was. But once we went into the room and had her weighted she wasn't too sure what was going on and cried a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 9 months, 2 weeks and 3 days old Miley weights 20 lbs. and is 27 1/2 inches long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3379356849751855312?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3379356849751855312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/9-month-baby-well-check-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3379356849751855312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3379356849751855312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/04/9-month-baby-well-check-up.html' title='9 month baby well check up'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-7527661022459907548</id><published>2009-03-26T08:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:27:10.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who dat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley is so funny. All day long and sometimes in the middle of the night she goes around asking who dat? or what dat? It is so cute because she will point at something when she asks. So we will explain to her what or who it is. This morning we were getting ready for the day and playing in the living room, when Miles came home. She heard the door open and looked up at me with a real serious face and asked "who dat?"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317685505663294802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Scw2ywhN3VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PxpLfo25D0Y/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317686791182207218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Scw39lczyPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kRoiUYZk_zU/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miley is mad because we gave her the empty box of Girl Scout Samoas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317688290138503058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Scw5U1f1t5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/LhenRbmT-vA/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-7527661022459907548?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7527661022459907548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-dat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7527661022459907548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/7527661022459907548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-dat.html' title='Who dat?'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Scw2ywhN3VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PxpLfo25D0Y/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3573373086572212007</id><published>2009-03-22T13:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:24:57.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Set of Wheels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally took the new car out for a spin. We were going to wait till summer around June, probably around Miley's birthday, but we couldn't wait anymore. It is red and fast! Out of all of us, I think Miley enjoys it the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316101207021986914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScaV4cKSJGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eQgcmDE9oPQ/s320/DSCN1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing for me.......I don't have to make payments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night Miles, my mom and I watched Twilight! I really enjoyed it. I didn't go see it in the theater so I was really exicted when it came out. I think they did a really good job with following the book. I'm still reading Breaking Dawn, but when I finish I will be sad to be done with the Twilight series. Saturday we went to Farmington and of course I had to buy Twilight the Game. My mom and I were playing it today. It is a lot of fun if you are a Twilight fan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316104151336243250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScaYj0lgUDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/T2WnAZNbvjM/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Farmington we went to visit Jessie, Grant and Crew! Crew is getting so big. It was fun seeing him and Miley together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316108869694901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Scac2d13zJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-atVXYjuzz0/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316109854401913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScadvyKUYzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y6Prj8JZUD0/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3573373086572212007?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3573373086572212007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-set-of-wheels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3573373086572212007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3573373086572212007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-set-of-wheels.html' title='A New Set of Wheels!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScaV4cKSJGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eQgcmDE9oPQ/s72-c/DSCN1489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1960385035423415474</id><published>2009-03-17T20:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:58:48.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My lucky charm is 9 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                               Happy St. Patrick's Day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353410116934194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScBgRRTn2jI/AAAAAAAAADw/UdYWymQwK14/s320/DSCN1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't believe Miley is 9 months old!  I have no idea where the time went.  It has been the fastest most enjoyable 9 months of my life. Being pregnant for 9 months didn't go by this fast....it actually took forever. Miley amazes me everyday. She is so smart and so much fun! She is also always on the go. She won't stay still, but that is okay, because she is my little Miley the Explorer.  But it's true what they say, time goes by fast when your having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353861438373042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScBgrinCfLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/30Hc3AFA4Lw/s320/DSCN1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tonight my dad came over for dinner. We had stuffed green peppers. I've never cooked them before and I've always wanted to so I decided tonight would be the perfect time, since I didn't want corned beef and cabbage and I don't know how to make green eggs and ham. They turned out really good. My mom is in Las Vegas with my sister at a jewerly show, so she couldn't come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314355172280169298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScBh314E81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwQsChO4Q14/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-1960385035423415474?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1960385035423415474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lucky-charm-is-9-months-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1960385035423415474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1960385035423415474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lucky-charm-is-9-months-old.html' title='My lucky charm is 9 months old!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/ScBgRRTn2jI/AAAAAAAAADw/UdYWymQwK14/s72-c/DSCN1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3755412950819618677</id><published>2009-03-11T17:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:05:15.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of Miley's milestones</title><content type='html'>Today I found out you can make a hardcover or softcover book from your blog. I want to do that. I recently made a picture book of Miley from Shutterfly. It turned out so cute. I collected enough Pamper points with help from my sister Jessie, that I was able to redeem them at Shutterfly. Anyway, I've been keeping a sprial Mead notebook of Miley's milestones that have no spot to record in her baby book. I've decided if I record them here, I won't have to keep looking for that crazy red notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley's first football game - September 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blows raseberries - 15 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st tooth - October 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolled from back to stomach - October 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling up on stuff to standing position - Feb. 1 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patty Cake (clapping) - Feb. 10 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 1/2 months - has eight teeth (four on the bottom &amp;amp; four on the top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she loves animals..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312122494434308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SbhzQ4wecEI/AAAAAAAAADo/rKwcn_nYqhs/s320/463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312120772789251746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SbhxsrITrqI/AAAAAAAAADY/-rsNBxTucwE/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312120000541105570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/Sbhw_uSAHaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/svUNied_bsk/s320/3-9-2009+4%3B44%3B56+PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And animals love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3420675271611851572-3755412950819618677?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3755412950819618677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-make-book-out-of-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3755412950819618677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3755412950819618677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-make-book-out-of-this.html' title='A few of Miley&apos;s milestones'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SbhzQ4wecEI/AAAAAAAAADo/rKwcn_nYqhs/s72-c/463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-716669236650180231</id><published>2009-03-02T19:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:34:13.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Miley Miley</title><content type='html'>Miley is getting so big.  She is always climbing on things and walking along the couch.  She has tons of toys to play with but she would rather play with the dvds.  She is such a funny girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySd1HtREI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yxpwj6JnWcg/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308779101936239682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySd1HtREI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yxpwj6JnWcg/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went swimming while in Provo.  Miley likes the pool.  It was around her nap time when we went, but she just calmed down and relaxed.  She even almost fell asleep....thats when we knew it was probably time to get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySdh28vtI/AAAAAAAAACw/eUL-6wvW_uE/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308779096765677266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySdh28vtI/AAAAAAAAACw/eUL-6wvW_uE/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a happy little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySdPL7lXI/AAAAAAAAACo/TUtmSKoVSLU/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308779091753407858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySdPL7lXI/AAAAAAAAACo/TUtmSKoVSLU/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always see pictures of babys falling asleep in there high chair.  I never thought Miley would do it.  She was eating her banana and I was eating my dinner as fast as I could because I knew I was going to have to hold her pretty soon.  I look up from my plate and I was so suprised to see her sleeping....she was just eating a banana a couple minutes ago.  She has done that twice now.   Sometimes I'm so tired, I could probably fall asleep at the table also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySc0DHcZI/AAAAAAAAACg/yV9SoWWzWNE/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308779084468679058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySc0DHcZI/AAAAAAAAACg/yV9SoWWzWNE/s320/DSC_0128.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/3420675271611851572-716669236650180231?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/716669236650180231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/miley-miley-miley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/716669236650180231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/716669236650180231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/miley-miley-miley.html' title='Miley Miley Miley'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaySd1HtREI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yxpwj6JnWcg/s72-c/DSC_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1366556240899955510</id><published>2009-02-24T19:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:05:03.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pony for Miley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Miley and I went up north to Provo with my parents over the weekend. While shopping at the Wal-Mart in Springville I saw a Fur Real Pony that was on sale. I didn't know what to do. I've always wanted to get Miley one. Even before she was born, last December I would try to convence Miles that our child would need a pony. But for $229.00 - $300.00 dollars he didn't agree with me. So, I called Miles up and told him about it. He gave me the go ahead. I was so happy. Miley is going to have a pony! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think Mommy is more excited about the pony than Miley will be) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We haven't given it to her yet. It is still in the box. We will probably give it to her for her birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306565119982027730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaS03HoBw9I/AAAAAAAAACY/FuCKF5hVaJY/s320/smores_pony_1.jpg" border="0" /&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/3420675271611851572-1366556240899955510?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1366556240899955510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/pony-for-miley.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1366556240899955510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1366556240899955510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/pony-for-miley.html' title='A pony for Miley'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SaS03HoBw9I/AAAAAAAAACY/FuCKF5hVaJY/s72-c/smores_pony_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-846972960219322948</id><published>2009-02-14T08:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:07:52.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>My little sweetheart!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbsLNTeiqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ue7CD57iGBc/s1600-h/Valentine-Miley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685288569408162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbsLNTeiqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ue7CD57iGBc/s320/Valentine-Miley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. This is Miley's first Valentine's Day so last week we went and had her Valentine pictures taken. She is giving out a picture with her valentine cards, so it was a suprise. Noboby knew we went and got those done. While we were there (Sandra Dawn Photography) she was scared, so we couldn't get the biggest smile, but she still managed to be cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681743498414946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbo824sC2I/AAAAAAAAACI/EItH8qi_jjY/s320/DSCN1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love my two sweethearts!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbltQ2e6JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/td6ygpUXJK8/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678177055697042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbltQ2e6JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/td6ygpUXJK8/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave Miley a stuffed lady bug &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(since she is our little lady bug) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and a plush rose. Miles hooked us both up with a lot of fun valentine stuff. Miles even gave me roses. How sweet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302680420212333474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbnv1Qs26I/AAAAAAAAACA/6p5RDEUcXCs/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3420675271611851572-846972960219322948?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/846972960219322948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/846972960219322948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/846972960219322948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SZbsLNTeiqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ue7CD57iGBc/s72-c/Valentine-Miley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1537951597390023087</id><published>2009-02-08T08:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:55:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SY79_fUGsAI/AAAAAAAAABo/r9DBjb4U5LU/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453078641061890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SY79_fUGsAI/AAAAAAAAABo/r9DBjb4U5LU/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Skuddles has starting crawling. At first she would army crawl, roll, scoot, anything she could do to get around, but now she has got crawling almost mastered. We blame it on her "Folllow me baby" crawling Pooh. Pooh also says "Crawling is fun". I think Miley agrees with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had to lower Miley's crib. She can now get into the sitting postion on her own and she'll grab onto the bars and pull herself up. She would be way above the bars, it scared me. I was afriad she was going to tumble over. My Skuds is getting so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SY8AGFY0iJI/AAAAAAAAABw/7BVdZubZcHE/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455390963861650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SY8AGFY0iJI/AAAAAAAAABw/7BVdZubZcHE/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3420675271611851572-1537951597390023087?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1537951597390023087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-me-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1537951597390023087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1537951597390023087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-me-baby.html' title='Follow me baby'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SY79_fUGsAI/AAAAAAAAABo/r9DBjb4U5LU/s72-c/DSC_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1780493628622587175</id><published>2009-02-02T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:33:12.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl and Cute Miley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeste&lt;a title="[Super Bowl XLIII]" href="http://broncotalk.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/superbowl-43-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rday was the Super Bowl. Go Pittsburgh. Actually I didn't really care who won...But I would have liked to see Arizona take it. I watched it for the commericals. I had my parents over and Miles had a couple friends over. They watched it in the game room, because they didn't want me to get after them for being to rowdy and loud. We made tons of chip dips, lil smokies and sub sandwiches. It was really good. Durning half the game we were trying to submit a picture of Miley for the Beautiful Baby Search. We finally got the photo sumited today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298422323107488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SYfHB9bSYxI/AAAAAAAAABY/KYMGf0rVLa0/s320/02010907_copy3Copy%5B1%5Dmiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, Miley is now entered in the search. Her and ten thousand million other babies. Oh well, she is still the cutest in my eyes. Her and Crew...but Crew isn't old enough yet to enter.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Crew and Aunt Jessie gave Miley the cutest Rainbow Bright onesie. I love Rainbow Bright. I'm so excited that she is still pouplar so Miley can enjoy her as much as I did and still do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298423816573986546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SYfIY5BcpvI/AAAAAAAAABg/bXQVLjwQCNA/s320/RSCN1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/3420675271611851572-1780493628622587175?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1780493628622587175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-and-cute-miley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1780493628622587175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1780493628622587175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-and-cute-miley.html' title='Super Bowl and Cute Miley'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SYfHB9bSYxI/AAAAAAAAABY/KYMGf0rVLa0/s72-c/02010907_copy3Copy%5B1%5Dmiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-3934505458573392454</id><published>2009-02-01T09:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:18:32.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles' birthday in Farmington</title><content type='html'>Our plans for Miles' birthday changed so it was just Miles and I that went to Farmington.  We went and saw Paul Blart: Mall Cop.  We enjoyed that movie.  It was funny.  We ended up sitting on the second row.  I don't think my neck appreciated that.  After the movie we went to Red Lobster.  After only a five minute wait we were seated.  I was so excited to order our food.  I was starving.  After sitting there for about 5-10 mins, employees were going around to each table telling us we had to evacuate because of a fire.  When we got out of the restraunt every fire truck in Farmington (I don't really know if it was every truck......but there was about 6 of them) was there.  I was so disappointed.  We were really looking forward to eating crab.  Also, my parents got Miles a gift card for there.....we can't just use it anywhere.  We did get our drinks for free...the sad thing is, I only ordered water.  We ended up going across the street to El Paso.  It wasn't busy at all and the food was pretty good.  We had a fun time. &lt;br /&gt;Red Lobster, we will be back on Valentines day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-3934505458573392454?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3934505458573392454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/miles-birthday-in-farmington.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3934505458573392454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/3934505458573392454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/miles-birthday-in-farmington.html' title='Miles&apos; birthday in Farmington'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-5267808114482154235</id><published>2009-01-31T07:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:58:55.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webfunvideo.com/Graphics/Image_14465.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/commentgraphics/GlitterC/bday16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webfunvideo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Best Graphics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.sexigraphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Top Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.68NXC.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Today is Miles' birthday. My mom is going to come down and watch Miley and we are going to go to Farmington with some friends. We are planning to eat at Red Lobster aka Red Blobster (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when Jessie and I were small, our parents would always take us there and we weren't the biggest fans. We would beg them...no not Red Blobster...anywhere but Red Blobster. Now we love it!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are also planning on going to see In This Moment at Gators. For Miles' birthday I got him Benny Hill dvd collection. I've never seen any of them and I have no idea what they are about but Miles has always wanted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-5267808114482154235?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5267808114482154235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5267808114482154235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/5267808114482154235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-miles.html' title='Happy Birthday Miles'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/commentgraphics/GlitterC/th_bday16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2827005143846099221</id><published>2009-01-28T20:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:29:24.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Miley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SYEiiX4ifzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qZC12Zi7Ls8/s1600-h/427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296552610686467890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SYEiiX4ifzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qZC12Zi7Ls8/s320/427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/gifs/All-because1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3420675271611851572-2827005143846099221?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2827005143846099221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-love-miley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2827005143846099221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2827005143846099221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-love-miley.html' title='We love Miley!'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SYEiiX4ifzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qZC12Zi7Ls8/s72-c/427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-9134806757157258714</id><published>2009-01-26T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:07:23.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chinese%20new%20year%202009" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r269/pahziqi/newyear2009.gif" border="0" alt="happy chinese new year 2009 Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had my parents over for Chinese New Year.  Miles and I cooked Chinese food.  We had fried rice, sweet and sour chicken &amp;amp; shrimp, and egg rolls.  I decided yesterday I wanted to make Chinese food on Chinese New Year.  I wasn't sure what day it was going to fall on this year.  I went on the internet to find the date, thinking I had a week or two to plan something...but I only had one day.  I guess it's better to find out one day before than one day after.  We all had a lot of fun.  Miley has been teething.  She is getting four of her top teeth.  She already has her two bottom teeth.  Yesterday she was having a hard time with it, but today she was happy as can be.  She learned how to say dada today.  So all night we keep hearing....dada dada dada dada dada.  She likes the sound of her own voice.  She is so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-9134806757157258714?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9134806757157258714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/9134806757157258714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/9134806757157258714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-1206711431901226019</id><published>2009-01-25T21:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:03:10.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming suit...check....pool hair.....check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wish it wasn't winter....we are ready to go swimming!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295463416411189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SX1D67BD8RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5V5gZuCTmuo/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295462841428982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SX1DZdCnukI/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9aYLT1sIrM/s320/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /&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/3420675271611851572-1206711431901226019?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1206711431901226019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/swimming-suitcheckpool-haircheck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1206711431901226019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/1206711431901226019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/swimming-suitcheckpool-haircheck.html' title='Swimming suit...check....pool hair.....check'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SX1D67BD8RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5V5gZuCTmuo/s72-c/DSC00629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420675271611851572.post-2677301127749918640</id><published>2009-01-25T21:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:56:36.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley and Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to visit Jessie, Grant and Crew. Miley loves her cousin Crew. Miley can get pretty hyper......I think she was scaring him. But the day will come when Crew will scare Miley. We were talking about how Crew will probably put worms in Mileys hair someday. Aunt Jessie gave Miley the cutest swimsuit. I want to take her swimming. She loves the water. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295461448446478434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SX1CIXxtiGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qPn9agu0n8U/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420675271611851572-2677301127749918640?l=stephandmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2677301127749918640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/miley-and-crew.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2677301127749918640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420675271611851572/posts/default/2677301127749918640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephandmiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/miley-and-crew.html' title='Miley and Crew'/><author><name>steph.miles.miley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11466076193214765547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SXz56I5Ir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCej0NTJe3U/S220/12100824+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwTQ0hr27fE/SX1CIXxtiGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qPn9agu0n8U/s72-c/DSC00687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
