<?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-4799700447065693852</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:36.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody &amp; Kilee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-1243858101595774933</id><published>2008-09-19T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:58:09.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of having Long legs..</title><content type='html'>Okay, so everyone says that I am lucky because I have such long legs, but really it can be a total pain sometimes, don't get me wrong, I love being tall, but it is a major pain when I can't find a pair of jeans/pants that are long enough!  If I could I would totally buy my jeans at Shopko or Wal-Mart, but I want actual pants, not floods.  So the only place that I have been successful in finding my 37 inch inseam is the buckle, and I HATE paying 100 bucks for a pair of jeans!  Does anyone know of a place that has super long jeans that are cheaper?  Please enlighten me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SNPmWmaoCZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Oc9p4RnGUk/s1600-h/Little+Kids+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SNPmWmaoCZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Oc9p4RnGUk/s320/Little+Kids+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247791266760493458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-1243858101595774933?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/1243858101595774933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=1243858101595774933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/1243858101595774933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/1243858101595774933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/09/joys-of-having-long-legs.html' title='The Joys of having Long legs..'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SNPmWmaoCZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Oc9p4RnGUk/s72-c/Little+Kids+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-5577056823489752537</id><published>2008-08-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:48:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone WithThe Wind</title><content type='html'>So White Lightning has gone the way of the earth.  The Kidney Foundation picked her up on Monday while we were at work or I would have taken a picture.  I think that curb value of our house has gone up though, the house looks much better now, without the eyesore on the road.  WL was a good car, but it wasn't worth it to get it fixed, it would have cost us about as much as we paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured it out yesterday that we will be able to ride to work every morning together, and we will leave one of the cars in Logan, in case one of us gets off earlier than the other and since we are both going to be going to school we will each need a car in Logan, we will see how that works out, but hopefully we can ride together as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-5577056823489752537?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5577056823489752537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=5577056823489752537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5577056823489752537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5577056823489752537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/gone-withthe-wind.html' title='Gone WithThe Wind'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-6927128542055998669</id><published>2008-08-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:13:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Beth</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am a little late in posting this, seeing that Beth was born on July 7th, but better late than never. She is such a cute little baby, she looks just like her big brother Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKs3bXJNc6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-rRVvxYFJO4/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKs3bXJNc6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-rRVvxYFJO4/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236339934956975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-6927128542055998669?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6927128542055998669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=6927128542055998669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6927128542055998669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6927128542055998669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-beth.html' title='Baby Beth'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKs3bXJNc6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-rRVvxYFJO4/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-4530233876274071727</id><published>2008-08-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:02:43.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So summer isn't that bad after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKs04oYU1vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rZaS4V1AmD0/s1600-h/Misc+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKs04oYU1vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rZaS4V1AmD0/s320/Misc+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236337139265099506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going through some pictures on my computer and I came across this one of Cody, Joe &amp;amp; Sam last winter, and I thought to myself, I am not ready for it to be freezing quite yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-4530233876274071727?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/4530233876274071727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=4530233876274071727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/4530233876274071727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/4530233876274071727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-summer-isnt-that-bad-after-all.html' title='So summer isn&apos;t that bad after all...'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKs04oYU1vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rZaS4V1AmD0/s72-c/Misc+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-626528639924297269</id><published>2008-08-11T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:55:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse problem, cat problem, will it ever end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKB4crpFaNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mq5L-I09-wc/s1600-h/kitten-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKB4crpFaNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mq5L-I09-wc/s320/kitten-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233315201151232210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so most of you know that I absolutely HATE(hate may be a little too strong, but it is close) cats.  It is just a known fact.  If you read the earlier post about our Mice in the house problem, you might have noticed that I received a comment from the only Cat lover on the Vaughan side of the family, Zak, he stated that if we had a cat we most likely wouldn't have the mice problem.  Well, Zak must have really prayed hard, because on Friday night, we were eating dinner and we live at the very end of the street in the middle of nowhere and someone stopped in front of our house and dropped a kitten out their car window.  At first I was kind of irritated and frustrated, then I let Maggie out of the house to chase it off, but Maggie was all talk (bark), she ran after the cat and the thing swatted at her and she yelped and for the rest of the night she was barking and wouldn't stop unless we put her in the house.  The kitten wasn't even afraid of Mags, it would just lay there while Maggie was two feet away barking up a storm.  Crazy Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Cody's nephews over for a "campout" that night and we had a fire in the fire pit and the kitten walked right up next to the pit and the fire singed its poor tail, it was kind of funny and sad at the same time.  So every night since Friday the poor thing has climbed up the brick onto the window ledges and meowed until we would either feed it or give it water.  So we now basically have a cat.  So thanks Zak, I know I am going against everything I have ever said. I am very disappointed in Cody though, I was in the laundry room on saturday night and Cody was in the garage &amp;amp; I heard him talking to the kitten, so I think maybe Cody and Zak conspired against me.  I do have to admit, it is kind of cute, but not so cute I would ever consider actually wanting to hold or pet it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that cats are "supposed" to be good about catching mice, so hopefully this one will be a good mouse catcher.  So one day I may just have to teach the thing how to be a ferocious hunter like in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKB4cdTl4eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pSjxlfpfPRk/s1600-h/i-love-kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKB4cdTl4eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pSjxlfpfPRk/s320/i-love-kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233315197302989282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attention Mice:  Beware of Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kwilson/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kwilson/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-626528639924297269?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/626528639924297269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=626528639924297269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/626528639924297269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/626528639924297269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/mouse-problem-cat-problem-will-it-ever.html' title='mouse problem, cat problem, will it ever end?'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SKB4crpFaNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mq5L-I09-wc/s72-c/kitten-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-2164888606160801958</id><published>2008-08-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:07:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all its worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-He80miI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0l0254NNUTo/s1600-h/Mags+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-He80miI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0l0254NNUTo/s320/Mags+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231421477944072738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday we went and I got an ICEE and Cody got a Frosty and Maggie was just itching to have some, so we decided she could lick out the cups, it was so funny.  She had to have a bath afterwards because she was so sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-IEH19vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h_x3hws1xc8/s1600-h/Mags+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-IEH19vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h_x3hws1xc8/s320/Mags+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231421487922411250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-HkdwblI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yqp1SXofTvI/s1600-h/Mags+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-HkdwblI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yqp1SXofTvI/s320/Mags+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231421479424388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-2164888606160801958?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/2164888606160801958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=2164888606160801958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/2164888606160801958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/2164888606160801958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-all-its-worth.html' title='For all its worth'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm-He80miI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0l0254NNUTo/s72-c/Mags+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-7880401125923503875</id><published>2008-08-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:29:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of WL</title><content type='html'>So White Lightning has offically called it quits.   We or I should say, I, am having the Kidney Foundation come a take her away.  Cody is having a little bit of separation anxiety.  I keep telling him that the faster she leaves the less he will feel guilty.  So this is the end of White lightning.    So we now are on the hunt for another car.  We haven't found one yet, but we are diligently searching.  We have decided to get a nicer car that will have 4 doors, I love the Accord Coupe, but once we start having kids it will be unpractical.  So I will drive the new (we definately won't be buying a brand new car) car will be the car that we don't drive unless we have to and the Coupe will be the designated commuter car.  Cody is stuck on buying an Accord. So we will see what we can find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-7880401125923503875?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/7880401125923503875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=7880401125923503875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/7880401125923503875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/7880401125923503875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-wl.html' title='The End of WL'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-8397149816622387087</id><published>2008-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:57:35.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we have a problem...</title><content type='html'>Okay, for all of you who know me, I am a clean freak and germ freak, my kids will never play in the playgrounds at McDonalds or Wendy's, my biggest pet peeve is dusty baseboards.  I admit it I am OCD about that kind of stuff.  Anyways, so about a month ago, we got home really late Saturday about midnight.   I went into our master bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth and get ready for bed.  I use some face soap that is a squeeze bottle and when it comes to the end, I usually cut off the top and down the sides so that I can use it all up and not waste anything, it usually last me another week by being a cheapo.  So that Friday night I had done just that.  Back to Saturday night.  So I am in the bathroom and Cody is in the kitchen eating, shocker!  I get my face soap out of the shower and a clean washcloth, I go to put my hand in the cut part of the soap and I felt something weird, I thought, "why is there a washcloth in my soap?", so then I pulled the sides down and a MOUSE jumps out and lands in the sink.  I screamed!  I didn't just make a tiny little noise, I belted out a scream that woke up our neighbors.  Cody came running in thinking that there was someone in the house or that I had just been stabbed.  But no, even worse, a mouse was in my house!  So I started bawling and said that I wanted to move and that I wanted to go back to my parents house and Cody said okay.  He is so nice.  Cody caught the mouse and then took it outside and smashed it with a shovel, I kind of felt bad, but not that bad.  So at 12:30 in the morning I bleached my entire bathroom from top to bottom, then Cody just had to say, well it wasn't only in the bathroom.  The next day at church our nieghbor, Justin, came up to Cody and asked, "Is everything okay at your house?"  I was SO embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some traps and set them up.  I was niave, in thinking that there was only one mouse in my house, but no, when we got home from work on Monday, I found(literally) out that we  had caught another critter.  I was determined to sell the house.  Cody tried making me feel better by saying that in Priesthood on Sunday almost all of the men in there said that they had had mice at one point.  He even told the story of my mouse finding abilities.  So now our entire ward knows that I have good lungs and mice in my house.  It failed in making me feel better.  I was on edge, I wouldn't even sit on the carpet.  Then Tuesday we didn't catch anything, so I was starting to think we had taken care of the problem, but then on Wednesday morning, I was getting Cody's lunch ready and I went to throw something away in the garbage under the sink and a mouse ran out and ran across my feet!  I screamed, but I think the neighbors were already awake, if not they were now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got mad, I had had it.  I told Cody that I wasn't coming home until the problem had been taken care of.  I packed a bag and told him that I would be staying at my parents until we had it under control (as if it was his fault).  I am such a baby.  We caught one more mouse and we have been mouse free for about 2 1/2 weeks and hopefully they don't come back.  I guess this is what we get for living in the middle of an alfalpha field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-8397149816622387087?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/8397149816622387087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=8397149816622387087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/8397149816622387087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/8397149816622387087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, we have a problem...'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-5395186589638178443</id><published>2008-08-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:03:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Ribbon Mags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm9Pe7e6uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RkpmpNu9j5o/s1600-h/Mags+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm9Pe7e6uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RkpmpNu9j5o/s320/Mags+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231420515865783010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday, it was Garlands "Beet and Wheat Days" (fun name).   And Cody's nephew Chaz, who is 14 asked if he could enter Maggie in the Dog Show competition.  We totally didn't care, so I made her a "girly" doggie bandana, since she has a blue collar, I wanted her to look like a girl dog, she was referred to as a boy dog earlier that morning while Cody was waiting for me to finish the 10k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dog show we weren't there because we were looking for cars.  But when we went to pick her up at Cody's sisters house, Maggie came out with a nice big blue ribbon around her neck.  She won "the most well groomed dog".  The competition must have been super competitive, seeing the fact that Maggie hadn't had a bath for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm9PrW-wlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jJShiNrdoJE/s1600-h/Mags+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm9PrW-wlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jJShiNrdoJE/s320/Mags+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231420519202341458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-5395186589638178443?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5395186589638178443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=5395186589638178443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5395186589638178443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5395186589638178443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/blue-ribbon-mags.html' title='Blue Ribbon Mags'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SJm9Pe7e6uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RkpmpNu9j5o/s72-c/Mags+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-4067388318703256299</id><published>2008-07-30T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:09:38.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Reunited</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite U-Tube video.  It made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Zak for explaining how to add this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-4067388318703256299?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/4067388318703256299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=4067388318703256299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/4067388318703256299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/4067388318703256299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/07/lion-reunited.html' title='Lion Reunited'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-2677915072062179689</id><published>2008-06-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:49:52.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Dropping Contest</title><content type='html'>So every year we have an egg dropping contest, usually around Easter, but we are kind of behind, so we had the annual dropping on Monday, June 16.  How it works is we can only make a contraption that is 7 inches square because we sling them from a water balloon flipper.  They are really fun and most of the time the eggs break.  The winner this year was Brycen, his egg was wrapped in toilet paper and duct tape, then he put that in a  container that was full of uncooked potato pearls.  The funnest was Tolmans and my Moms.  Tolman (remember he is only 4) wanted to put his egg in mashed potatoes in a ziplock bag.  See the video below to see how that one turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2121165cec2c35f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02121165cec2c35f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329917368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A0366D0604800F511B8E5BA20B63C9FE0F0CE3F.644D3A9DF25F244BBBDE2F09636499EB5FFF264E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2121165cec2c35f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyFhNcpK8gGlVmzNAwZzS-ESfgdA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02121165cec2c35f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329917368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A0366D0604800F511B8E5BA20B63C9FE0F0CE3F.644D3A9DF25F244BBBDE2F09636499EB5FFF264E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2121165cec2c35f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyFhNcpK8gGlVmzNAwZzS-ESfgdA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom got a big jar of peanut butter and took half of the peanut butter out and the put the egg in and then filled it up with the rest of the peanut butter, then she wrapped it in a couple of layer of duck tape.  See the video and picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb55bc0e1229c3a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb55bc0e1229c3a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329917368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D5DD68060D3A9304EA9D1277F06CA0F689D4A5B.4C309E9083EF2A9B0BE22CCD6AE34E9794409C29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb55bc0e1229c3a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZySyDJcjeCc-Vf_FV5A_ehPBSno&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb55bc0e1229c3a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329917368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D5DD68060D3A9304EA9D1277F06CA0F689D4A5B.4C309E9083EF2A9B0BE22CCD6AE34E9794409C29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb55bc0e1229c3a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZySyDJcjeCc-Vf_FV5A_ehPBSno&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk6-IZausI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iYEBYCFAOdU/s1600-h/Egg+Dropping+Contest+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk6-IZausI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iYEBYCFAOdU/s320/Egg+Dropping+Contest+08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213262882738453186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey put his egg in a cool whip container filled with oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy killed one of Caleb's teddy bears and put the egg inside of the teddy bear and then duck taped the teddy bear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really messy this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-2677915072062179689?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2121165cec2c35f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb55bc0e1229c3a1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/2677915072062179689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=2677915072062179689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/2677915072062179689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/2677915072062179689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/egg-dropping-contest.html' title='Egg Dropping Contest'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk6-IZausI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iYEBYCFAOdU/s72-c/Egg+Dropping+Contest+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-5719752126756424629</id><published>2008-06-16T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:17:25.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk0_EA6mDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N4MV0H3gYIk/s1600-h/Golf+Cake+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk0_EA6mDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N4MV0H3gYIk/s320/Golf+Cake+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213256301672044594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Father's Day at Cody's parents house, I was in charge of bringing a dessert, so I decided to make a gold cake, because for any of you who know my Father-In-Law, he LOVES golf!  So here is the cake I made, it is a golf bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk0-lYJGhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Hj-6HQbWVqU/s1600-h/Golf+Cake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk0-lYJGhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Hj-6HQbWVqU/s320/Golf+Cake+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213256293447965202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-5719752126756424629?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5719752126756424629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=5719752126756424629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5719752126756424629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5719752126756424629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/golf-cake.html' title='Golf Cake'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFk0_EA6mDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N4MV0H3gYIk/s72-c/Golf+Cake+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-6799387122949957307</id><published>2008-06-16T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:45:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8RoknRqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MibozU96ZjM/s1600-h/Little+Kids+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8RoknRqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MibozU96ZjM/s320/Little+Kids+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212490261118535330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday was Father's Day and all I have to say is that I have the best Dad in the world!  I love him so much!  He is such a good person and example to me.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8Rqiw5WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Ut3Tkdg-XU/s1600-h/Little+Kids+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8Rqiw5WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Ut3Tkdg-XU/s320/Little+Kids+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212490261647648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can remember when I was little and he would build blocks with me all the time and he would take me on motorcycle rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8i98NP_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/R7nHxuGoYjM/s1600-h/Little+Kids+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8i98NP_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/R7nHxuGoYjM/s320/Little+Kids+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212490558912413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such good memories of being little and my Dad playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8Q5tcPcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZGIviksVdLo/s1600-h/Family2+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8Q5tcPcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZGIviksVdLo/s320/Family2+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212490248539094466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-6799387122949957307?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6799387122949957307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=6799387122949957307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6799387122949957307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6799387122949957307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFZ8RoknRqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MibozU96ZjM/s72-c/Little+Kids+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-3283429946595551606</id><published>2008-06-13T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:34:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our garden is finally starting to actually look like a garden!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so nice to have my own yard again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the garden, we planted:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spinach&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lettuce&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beets&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carrots&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Red Onions&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;White Onions&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cherry Tomatoes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regular Tomatoes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Green Peppers&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jalepeno Peppers&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Potoatoes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Green Beans&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Green Zucchini&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yellow Squash&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buttercup Squash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2uxXyHgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o2QkI-cw068/s1600-h/Garden+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2uxXyHgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o2QkI-cw068/s320/Garden+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358264720236034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2vtLSDbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KUPx0sYt5gI/s1600-h/Garden+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2vtLSDbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KUPx0sYt5gI/s320/Garden+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358280773930418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The potatoes took forever to come up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2wWAHzMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SNKZ6gIPUnk/s1600-h/Garden+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2wWAHzMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SNKZ6gIPUnk/s320/Garden+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358291732974786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the garden looking West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2w686e_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vHbIApufekg/s1600-h/Garden+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2w686e_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vHbIApufekg/s320/Garden+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358301651631090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the garden looking North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we have some alfalfa coming up too, to the North and to the west of our lot, we are surrounded by alfalfa fields, so we have some alfalfa popping up in the garden. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some raspberry starts from my Grandma and Grandpa Vaughan, but they didn’t survive, where those were I am going to plant a Crenshaw(like a cantaloupe but way better) and some cucumbers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I decided for on my patio, I am going to have little pots of herbs and stuff, like Cilantro, basil, parsley, thyme and rosemary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will see how that turns out, but hopefully it will work. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-3283429946595551606?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3283429946595551606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=3283429946595551606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/3283429946595551606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/3283429946595551606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/garden.html' title='Garden'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2uxXyHgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o2QkI-cw068/s72-c/Garden+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-6547107821896619879</id><published>2008-06-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:29:45.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kwilson/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;No, i am not talking about the green that brings us financial security, i am talking about green GRASS!  On Saturday morning we went and picked up our grass! Cody has hook up and was able to borrow a flatbed work truck with a forklift, so we used that and it was nice being able to use the forklift to take the pallets of sod where there needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2H7AfexI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7yfP9Xfo9YU/s1600-h/Garden+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2H7AfexI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7yfP9Xfo9YU/s320/Garden+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211357597292002066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody on the forklift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally we were going to plant our grass from seed, but we decided that instant is better, I had to promise Cody that I wouldn't do any "unnecessary" spending in Hawaii, which I stayed true to my word.  So when we got home from Hawaii, I called Chanshare Farms and they quoted us a good deal, so we took it!  Chanshare Farms is a sod company based here in Tremonton and I heard about them from my cousin, Colton, because last year he did his eagle project and he put someones yard in and called a bunch of sod companies for prices and he called Chanshare and they said that since it was for a service project they would just donate the all the sod.  So that made us want to support such a generous and giving company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning Cody picked up  the sod and was back by 9am and Cody's brother-in-law, Troy and his two boys Rhett and Zach came and helped, also Cody's nephews Chaz and Tanner came.  My Mom and Dad and my brother-in-law Spencer came too.  Two of our neighbors came too.  We were so lucky to have so many people there helping us.  We started at 9 and we were done by 11:30, it went by so fast, Cody and I were really surprise that we got done that fast, we thought that it would take at least 4 or 5 hours.    Everyone who came were lifesavers.  My Mom brought me a bunch of flower starts from her house and we planted those, they all look really good.  I also bought a bunch of perennials and we planted those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so strange pulling up to our house and seeing green rather than brown.  I Love It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-6547107821896619879?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6547107821896619879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=6547107821896619879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6547107821896619879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6547107821896619879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/seeing-green.html' title='Seeing Green'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SFJ2H7AfexI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7yfP9Xfo9YU/s72-c/Garden+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-8253545044609909511</id><published>2008-06-02T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:27:25.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So on the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of May, we headed down to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maui&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, I almost think that I could live there, of course, if I didn’t have to work and have obligations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we left on Monday morning and took the non-stop flight, which I totally recommend, don’t do layovers, it just makes you more tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last time we went, we had a layover in Vegas and it just is a hassle and I worried about my luggage making it &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, which it did, but on the non-stop flight, I didn’t have to worry about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if you are going anytime soon, spend the extra $200 and get the non-stop flight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERd0VH-v-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pAgYkk-LYhw/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERd0VH-v-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pAgYkk-LYhw/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207390222752333794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is from our condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We love &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maui&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the walks on the beach, the sunsets and of course the snorkeling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday we went to this really neat Blowhole that my parents discovered last time they were in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maui&lt;/st1:place&gt; and it was really neat!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so amazing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRaoUsliI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RDy2hQ3n9rk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRaoUsliI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RDy2hQ3n9rk/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658062066521634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody next to the blowhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRb6Cs0BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WWl4lZIRWb4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRb6Cs0BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WWl4lZIRWb4/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658084002746386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me next to the blowhole&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday we went to what is called the “Fishbowl” the name pretty much describes it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a 30 minute hike through lava fields to get there, but it is so worth it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are so many different kinds of fish and the water is super clear!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took Kandice and Spencer’s underwater digital camera and got some sweet pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After we had snorkeled and were on our way back, I wanted to get some pictures, so I went out onto this rock that was surrounded by water and as I was taking some pictures I heard splashing and scraping and I looked down and only 2 feet from my feet were a bunch of crabs going wild and this massive eel totally crunching on a crab, I about died!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I screamed and ran towards Cody and was on the verge of tears, it was SO gross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily we had already snorkeled there, because I definitely wouldn’t have gone if I would have seen the nasty eel before we went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you who don’t know what an eel is, it is basically a nasty looking water snake that has a major set of teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those of you who know me, I hate cats with a passion, but I hate anything that remotely even looks like a snake even more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRdCcY_dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fq3FOZmXqPY/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRdCcY_dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fq3FOZmXqPY/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658103437852114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Fishbowl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSc0baXvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hixRytkwBOM/s1600-h/Underwater+Hawaii+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSc0baXvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hixRytkwBOM/s320/Underwater+Hawaii+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207659199187279602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Fishbowl&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVScgi__8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H7_6kCJy5xc/s1600-h/Hawaii_02+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVScgi__8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H7_6kCJy5xc/s320/Hawaii_02+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207659193850396610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our Last Sunset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSkAkNUlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NKBxWEBo6KY/s1600-h/Underwater+Hawaii+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSkAkNUlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NKBxWEBo6KY/s320/Underwater+Hawaii+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207659322704482898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These fish were swarming us, I bet there were at least 50, and they would just follow us where ever we went.  Cody thinks that they thought the underwater digital camera was food, cause it was strapped to Cody's wrist and when I would swim away from Cody they would stay with him and not follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSc4DGeuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fwc8Ppkqkgw/s1600-h/Underwater+Hawaii+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSc4DGeuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fwc8Ppkqkgw/s320/Underwater+Hawaii+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207659200159054562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the turtles we saw(as if you couldn't tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSdE4CyOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KIO3GhXGuZA/s1600-h/Underwater+Hawaii+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVSdE4CyOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KIO3GhXGuZA/s320/Underwater+Hawaii+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207659203602335970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sting ray that we shaw, the water was really murky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVReKMjJQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bqb3VrskzFM/s1600-h/Hawaii_02+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVReKMjJQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bqb3VrskzFM/s320/Hawaii_02+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658122698761474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everytime we go somewhere with a beach, we always take pictures of our feet, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRfXL6f6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KT9abm8dO_A/s1600-h/Hawaii_02+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVRfXL6f6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KT9abm8dO_A/s320/Hawaii_02+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658143365627810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tarzan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVScGHEvzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/paDsSSLNwNg/s1600-h/Hawaii_02+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SEVScGHEvzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/paDsSSLNwNg/s320/Hawaii_02+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207659186753945394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Jane"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-8253545044609909511?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/8253545044609909511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=8253545044609909511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/8253545044609909511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/8253545044609909511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/maui.html' title='Maui'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERd0VH-v-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pAgYkk-LYhw/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-447642897681406550</id><published>2008-06-02T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:33:45.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey</title><content type='html'>So Joey is 9 Years old and he is my littlest brother and he is the best 9 year old brother ever! He makes me so happy, he will just randomly call and want to talk to me. He likes to stay at our house. He got to stay overnight when my parents were in Hawaii and we watched movies and played Chutes and Ladders and he got to have all the candy he wanted, I didn't make him eat carrots before he had cold cereal for breakfast either (sorry, mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9Gr6GUI/AAAAAAAAADg/4jdlKibbRtc/s1600-h/Family+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9Gr6GUI/AAAAAAAAADg/4jdlKibbRtc/s320/Family+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384875937175874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9Qsks9I/AAAAAAAAADo/UEm4ut3qVB8/s1600-h/Family+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9Qsks9I/AAAAAAAAADo/UEm4ut3qVB8/s320/Family+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384878624322514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey loves Cody, he thinks that he is the best. I was talking to my mom the other day and she said that in his school class, they made a memory book about 3rd grade and it has a lot of art work and assignments they did throughout the year and she said that there were some assignments that asked questions and his answers are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up and why?&lt;br /&gt;-A pilot, because my brother-in-law Cody is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want when you are married and what do you want to name them?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't care how many, and I want to name  boys Caleb after my big brother and  Cody after my brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?&lt;br /&gt;-Tremonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cute!  I love the Joe Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9tgPX5I/AAAAAAAAADw/xzOiWDUB50A/s1600-h/Family+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9tgPX5I/AAAAAAAAADw/xzOiWDUB50A/s320/Family+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384886357221266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY-NbScXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EkHSmz6ngLA/s1600-h/Family1+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY-NbScXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EkHSmz6ngLA/s320/Family1+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384894926385522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-447642897681406550?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/447642897681406550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=447642897681406550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/447642897681406550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/447642897681406550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/joey.html' title='Joey'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERY9Gr6GUI/AAAAAAAAADg/4jdlKibbRtc/s72-c/Family+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-5126940019140360014</id><published>2008-06-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:23:27.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephews &amp; Nieces</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I officially have the cutest nephews and nieces  ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVk51NBzI/AAAAAAAAADY/7RFFmtFFT-s/s1600-h/Walkers+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVk51NBzI/AAAAAAAAADY/7RFFmtFFT-s/s320/Walkers+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381161634760498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brycen is 7 Years Old and is the smartest kid you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVjBdP1qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O3lgr1NHcgo/s1600-h/Family1+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVjBdP1qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O3lgr1NHcgo/s320/Family1+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381129322026658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolman is 4 Years Old and he is the most stubborn kid ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVks89xDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1HrOYfNpmRE/s1600-h/Walkers+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVks89xDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1HrOYfNpmRE/s320/Walkers+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381158177653810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige is 15 Months old and she is such a good baby and loves to be held!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVj2ySxVI/AAAAAAAAADI/ToD4FFUIFAo/s1600-h/Looslis+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVj2ySxVI/AAAAAAAAADI/ToD4FFUIFAo/s320/Looslis+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381143637378386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam-A-Ram is 5 Years old he is full of energy and is nice to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVjnaq0iI/AAAAAAAAADA/IW7wR0-22Vo/s1600-h/Looslis+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVjnaq0iI/AAAAAAAAADA/IW7wR0-22Vo/s320/Looslis+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381139511759394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai-Day is 2 years old and is in the terrible two stage and is into everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVjnaq0iI/AAAAAAAAADA/IW7wR0-22Vo/s1600-h/Looslis+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-5126940019140360014?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5126940019140360014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=5126940019140360014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5126940019140360014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5126940019140360014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/nephews-nieces.html' title='Nephews &amp; Nieces'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERVk51NBzI/AAAAAAAAADY/7RFFmtFFT-s/s72-c/Walkers+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-7618181701536388513</id><published>2008-06-02T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:10:25.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTIRwE40I/AAAAAAAAACY/3K2PjXOyqIk/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTIRwE40I/AAAAAAAAACY/3K2PjXOyqIk/s320/DSC02939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207378470816244546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I have a younger brother on a mission in Argentina and I miss him SO much! I didn't think that I would miss him like I do, but I do. His name is Caleb, but when my little brother Joey was learning to talk he couldn't say Caleb, so he would call him Paba, so we all call Caleb Paba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTI9spohI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3nCblHRtcs/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTI9spohI/AAAAAAAAACg/l3nCblHRtcs/s320/DSC02942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207378482613035538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He is tearing it up out on his mission! He sends us letters besides his e-mails and he sounds so good and he is loving it. He is such a fun kid, we always did fun stuff together when we were little. We shared a bedroom until I was 12, so we always did things together growing up. Now that I am married, when our first house was only 10 minutes away, he would come over all the time and when we moved to Arizona, he would just call and want to talk. Then when we lived with them while our house was being built, we always watched movies together and stuff. He is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTJa1vuHI/AAAAAAAAACo/un4stBMtDBk/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTJa1vuHI/AAAAAAAAACo/un4stBMtDBk/s320/DSC03141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207378490435811442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Caleb and his comp on P-Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTJjp9g7I/AAAAAAAAACw/yQYHacxG2hU/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTJjp9g7I/AAAAAAAAACw/yQYHacxG2hU/s320/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207378492802302898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is always making faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-7618181701536388513?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/7618181701536388513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=7618181701536388513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/7618181701536388513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/7618181701536388513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/paba.html' title='Paba!'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERTIRwE40I/AAAAAAAAACY/3K2PjXOyqIk/s72-c/DSC02939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-3050278878472282175</id><published>2008-06-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:46:04.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERNwucx27I/AAAAAAAAACQ/LTVLmJ6BldA/s1600-h/Misc+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERNwucx27I/AAAAAAAAACQ/LTVLmJ6BldA/s320/Misc+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207372568644934578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that once I have kids and am not working anymore, I am going to make cakes professionally, well, maybe my kids will just have really neat birthday cakes. I really enjoy it and my cakes look better and better each time I make them. Here is a picture of my first cake that I made quite a while ago, I have made more, I just keep forgetting to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERNkAKwOrI/AAAAAAAAACI/Byq6RMUNyR0/s1600-h/Misc+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERNkAKwOrI/AAAAAAAAACI/Byq6RMUNyR0/s320/Misc+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207372350062869170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-3050278878472282175?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3050278878472282175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=3050278878472282175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/3050278878472282175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/3050278878472282175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/cakes.html' title='Cakes'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/SERNwucx27I/AAAAAAAAACQ/LTVLmJ6BldA/s72-c/Misc+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-6003879369880995338</id><published>2008-06-02T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:40:39.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>Well, we have been picking and raking up rocks and more rocks.  I bet that I have filled 500 5 gallon buckets with rocks from our yard.  I never thought it would end.  In the beginning, we were going to plant seed for our grass, but we have decided we don't want to wait for it to come up, so we are doing sod this Saturday and I am super excited.  Cause it means that we get Maggie and Eli.   Our sprinkling system is in and working, finally!  The ground in the back yard it super super hard, so we had to do a lot of rototilling, but it will be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we lay the sod, Cody is going to do some landscape curbing and then we are going to pour cement to make our patio bigger and then pour an RV Pad for our trailer and a spot for Eli's kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all coming together and the endless nights of picking up rock will have not been in vain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-6003879369880995338?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6003879369880995338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=6003879369880995338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6003879369880995338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6003879369880995338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-5278834725856553998</id><published>2008-04-01T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:29:51.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Smalls"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J_GwSrQHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C5obcwNdEZA/s1600-h/Wilson+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J_GwSrQHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C5obcwNdEZA/s320/Wilson+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184345875076038770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Mollie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is 1 ½ years old and we got her, basically because I was missing Maggie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The story is that when I was hit by the car in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; (another Post for another day), she would try and jump up on me and it wouldn’t feel too well, so Cody’s parents took her home with them for a couple of months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So basically, I missed Maggie after a while and then decided to buy Mollie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when we got the two of them together, Maggie hated Mollie and they both would do things that they knew were wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we decided to sell Mollie, I put her up on the KSL Classifieds and within 5 minutes of posting her, I had about 10 callers and they were all really interested.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I started feeling guilty, so we asked Cody’s parents if they wanted her, cause just before one of their dogs had died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did want her and so it made me feel a little better that she at least stayed in the “family”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is really feisty, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we actually call her “Guido”, cause she reminds us of the forklift on the movie “Cars” and its name is Guido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-5278834725856553998?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5278834725856553998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=5278834725856553998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5278834725856553998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/5278834725856553998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/04/smalls.html' title='&quot;Smalls&quot;'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J_GwSrQHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C5obcwNdEZA/s72-c/Wilson+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-6685804198272925260</id><published>2008-04-01T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:29:07.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sqweeler"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J-7gSrQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/wanQKnggH5s/s1600-h/Mic+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J-7gSrQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/wanQKnggH5s/s320/Mic+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184345681802510434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Eli.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is one funny dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a little over two years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We bought him when he was 2 months old and he has only actually lived with us for about 3 months total.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cause when we lived in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; (I’ll post about that fun adventure on day), we couldn’t have him with us in our apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he has been living with Cody’s parents since June of 2006.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can’t wait to have him back, we just need to get our yard in so that we can actually get him back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-6685804198272925260?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6685804198272925260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=6685804198272925260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6685804198272925260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6685804198272925260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/04/sqweeler.html' title='&quot;Sqweeler&quot;'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J-7gSrQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/wanQKnggH5s/s72-c/Mic+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-4473781995466508786</id><published>2008-04-01T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:30:56.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Swaggers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J_WwSrQII/AAAAAAAAACA/tDOxdEOO1kA/s1600-h/Wilson+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J_WwSrQII/AAAAAAAAACA/tDOxdEOO1kA/s320/Wilson+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184346149953945730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Maggie, our Dachshund Puppy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, she really isn’t a puppy anymore, she is 2 ½.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is so much fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is the funniest little dog in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We Love her and she keeps us on our toes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, she isn’t living with us right now, because it is way too muddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since we don’t have grass, just dirt, whenever she would go out to do her business, she would get real muddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would basically have to give her a bath every time she went outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we have super dark hardwood floors in our new house so even dry dirt would show up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we are hoping that we can get the yard in soon so we can reclaim our cute puppies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-4473781995466508786?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/4473781995466508786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=4473781995466508786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/4473781995466508786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/4473781995466508786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/04/swaggers.html' title='&quot;Swaggers&quot;'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J_WwSrQII/AAAAAAAAACA/tDOxdEOO1kA/s72-c/Wilson+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-6455014257286224081</id><published>2008-04-01T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:26:37.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J-VASrQEI/AAAAAAAAABg/MvPm4o2_YwM/s1600-h/Wilson+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J-VASrQEI/AAAAAAAAABg/MvPm4o2_YwM/s320/Wilson+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184345020377546818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In June of 2003, we officially met and started dating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We “knew of each other” before, but we totally didn’t know anything about each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, we would go to the same meeting each month and I thought that Cody was married, because he was in the Stake Young Men’s Presidency in our Stake, so I just assumed that he was married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was the stake youth committee chairmen and Cody thought that I was 14, so there you go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We would later find out differently on our stakes &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Young&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Single&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Adult&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; rafting trip in June of 2003.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a mutual friend, Josh, who later had a mud football party at his house and that was the night that Cody asked me out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the Weber State Fireworks for our first date and it is all history from there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were married in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on March 12, 2004.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When we were first married we lived in my Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Vaughan’s rental house basement, it was really fun living there, my sister and brother-in-law, Kandice and Spencer, lived above us and then Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa lived two houses up, we loved living in North Ogden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then in September 2004, we bought a nice house in Roy and lived there for about 1 ½ years, while we were going to Weber, until Cody decided that he wanted to become an Airline Pilot, so we sold our house (in 2 days) and moved to Gilbert Arizona for Cody to attend Flight School.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then in April 2007, Cody finished Flight school and we moved to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so that Cody could finish his degree in Agriculture and get his flight hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We lived in an Air Conditionless (it would get so hot, chocolate chips melted) apartment for about 5 months, while our house was being built in Tremonton.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then on December 21, 2007, we moved into our new house and we LOVE it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-6455014257286224081?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6455014257286224081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=6455014257286224081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6455014257286224081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/6455014257286224081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-about-us.html' title='A Little About Us'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Yzx3Bg441o/R_J-VASrQEI/AAAAAAAAABg/MvPm4o2_YwM/s72-c/Wilson+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799700447065693852.post-1381320853415063421</id><published>2008-03-31T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:57:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you, Kate &amp; Zak</title><content type='html'>So last night we had family home evening and Kate &amp;amp; Zak suggested that I create a Blog for Cody &amp;amp; I.  So here it is, Kate &amp;amp; Zak, our first post is dedicated to you guys.  It was actually funny when you told us to do a blog, because about a week ago, I was reading your Blog and when Cody got home that night, I told him that we were boring and that we need to do more things like Kate &amp;amp; Zak.  So I am not promising anything spectacular with our Blog.  In fact, I will be shocked and amazed if Cody ever posts anything.  Maybe this will make me better about taking pictures, I always forget to take pictures, actually, I always forget my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799700447065693852-1381320853415063421?l=codykilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/feeds/1381320853415063421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799700447065693852&amp;postID=1381320853415063421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/1381320853415063421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799700447065693852/posts/default/1381320853415063421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codykilee.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-for-you-kate-zak.html' title='This is for you, Kate &amp; Zak'/><author><name>Cody &amp;amp; Kilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10841793573594445717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
