<?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-5247860708910397197</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:05:14.805-08:00</updated><category term='Mountain'/><title type='text'>The Bear Tracks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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-5247860708910397197.post-3520784277489283790</id><published>2010-09-27T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:20:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. I am a horrible blogger. I really do have good intentions. I promise to &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to do better. :) So, here's a rundown of the Bear's summer. The men unofficially kicked things off with a fishing trip on Cripple Creek. Houston had a ball and, of course, James and Dad did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521671678845027106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDrIwfkgyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6kTkRBLWtBM/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521672703034235842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDsEX5Tm8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fLEo0gmrxWA/s320/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It has been an unbelievably hot summer. We spent as much time in the water as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston loved his water ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521673883132420018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDtJEGo37I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pB5UcLczKDg/s320/9-11-09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had beach parties regularly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521677862513852082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDwwsdGvrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7mZGsPa-tQw/s320/IMG2186.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We hung out in Grandmommy &amp;amp; Granddaddy's pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521674727369281154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDt6NIZDoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KEDMysVRdik/s320/9-11-09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521758442556505122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKE6DEgYPCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H4H8qDIwThs/s320/9-11-09+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a BLAST at Hungry Mother with cousin Aly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521675879893809330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDu9SnpuLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GwQr6OqCKw0/s320/Family+Pics+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We even spent a day at Lake Gaston with our neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521678582748712626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDxaniejrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tFM7_hWfjjs/s320/9-11-09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; James spent as much time as possible working on our other home, the camper we bought last winter. I did something I'd always wanted to. I took a sock class! Yes, in the dead of summer I was knitting wool socks! I was very pleased with my finished project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521759250512467298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKE6yGYF1WI/AAAAAAAAAJk/g1m7q1U78dg/s320/9-11-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;James and I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary on August 19th. We went to Charlotte, NC that weekend with some friends to see Zac Brown Band in concert. We had a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521759722551151778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKE7Nk24jKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/evd7zHcqmiI/s320/9-11-09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; On August 27th we celebrated Houston Rocker turning 2!!! Can you believe it? He's growing so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521680491503502562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDzJuNFROI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8-LcV5s927U/s320/Family+Pics+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Although we did have a good summer and made some great memories we also have a very sad one. We lost Granny Bear on June 9th. She would have been 92 on August 15th. She lived a long and happy life. We were blessed to have her as our Granny and she will always be in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-3520784277489283790?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/3520784277489283790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/3520784277489283790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/3520784277489283790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/TKDrIwfkgyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6kTkRBLWtBM/s72-c/DSC01079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-6173660233429481784</id><published>2010-04-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:05:09.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>The Bear family had a very busy Easter weekend. It all started on Saturday with a fishing trip for James, Houston mowing the yard, and plenty of haircuts for me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457947986866267282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S76Gxs-45JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MuM5DIFMNhw/s320/1-16-10+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457947989388794818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S76Gx2YTm8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WelKyiAMWWo/s320/1-16-10+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course there are no pictures of me-I was too busy cutting hair! I enjoyed it though! On Sunday we went to church. We went to Davis Memorial United Methodist in Atkins with Granny Bear. They were dedicating the cross that had just been put up in memory of James' grandfather, David Bear. It was such a nice service and the cross is absolutely beautiful. After the service we hopped in the car and drove back to Rural Retreat for Easter service at our church, Rural Retreat United Methodist. Our church was packed. It is always so good to see all of our friends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457950301639110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S76I4cLvbeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/suzBVaF3Q5c/s320/1-16-10+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After church we went to Jim &amp;amp; Betty's for lunch. Joanne drove up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abingdon&lt;/span&gt; with the kids. Karl and Isaac "hid" Easter eggs for Houston and Josephine. Houston and Josie had a great time collecting the eggs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457951172162581170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S76JrHItcrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4jT_6cGXBYQ/s320/1-16-10+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once all the eggs were in the basket Houston had to dump them all out and start all over again. They did this several times until Houston decided "game over" and started stomping them. He is all boy!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457951900954895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S76KViGVpNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Sn8GfIxaoKQ/s320/1-16-10+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-6173660233429481784?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/6173660233429481784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6173660233429481784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6173660233429481784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S76Gxs-45JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MuM5DIFMNhw/s72-c/1-16-10+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-9004405805720361653</id><published>2010-03-13T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:31:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip to Bass Pro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S5w8NM8E15I/AAAAAAAAAGk/fs4M5A5e9kA/s1600-h/Fisherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448295846720624530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S5w8NM8E15I/AAAAAAAAAGk/fs4M5A5e9kA/s320/Fisherman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everyone knows that one of our favorite things to do is go to Bass Pro Shops. Sad, I know. It does make James and Houston very happy. They were having special family activities this weekend. So, of course, we went. The main purpose of this trip was to have Houston's picture taken. I have not had formal pictures taken of him since he was 6 months old but I've had his picture made twice at Bass Pro Shops in the last 3 months!! :) He didn't get all of his nap out and wasn't very thrilled with the whole picture thing today. So, it wasn't his best shot but I still think it is pretty cute even if he is my kid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-9004405805720361653?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/9004405805720361653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-trip-to-bass-pro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/9004405805720361653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/9004405805720361653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-trip-to-bass-pro.html' title='Another trip to Bass Pro'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S5w8NM8E15I/AAAAAAAAAGk/fs4M5A5e9kA/s72-c/Fisherman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-6056504366759903633</id><published>2010-01-29T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:54:37.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Doctor Bear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S2OqppTb1xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pn8r-1X8vgk/s1600-h/9-11-09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432373207977678610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S2OqppTb1xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pn8r-1X8vgk/s320/9-11-09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Houston was 4 months old he caught RSV and wound up in the hospital. He was so pitiful. Poor little guy could barely breathe but he was still the happiest baby in the world. James and I loved the hospital where Houston was born. However, we were advised by our pediatrician to go to another hospital that had a special pediatric unit. We were not impressed with the hospital at all. When we were admitted the nurse brought in a pack of diapers that were a size too big. She said they didn't have his size but if I wanted to bring my own in that was fine. Sure, I'm going to leave my sick infant with you nuts to go to Target and buy diapers! I actually went off on one of the nurses before we left, but that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, before we were finally discharged momma got a little redneck and cleaned the place out. I figured Houston definitely didn't get the level of care that we were paying for so I would make up for it. The last of the wrong-sized diapers disappeared a few hours before we left and they had to bring us another pack. Strange... I collected every bottle of formula and Pedialyte that I could find. As I was scavenging I found a treasure-a stethoscope! Don't flip out. I'm not that bad. It wasn't an expensive one like the doctors use. It was a cheap one still in the box on the table below Houston's bed. Since RSV is so extremely contagious they have one for each child so they don't pass germs from kid to kid. No one ever used his. (My thought is who would want to? I wouldn't want to stick something in my ears after countless other people!) So, needless to say, it fit into the bag nicely beside the large diapers. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jump to 1 year later. Houston found the stethoscope in the bathroom drawer and is having a blast with it. He puts it in his ears and walks around with it. It is one of his favorite toys. So who knows? His mom getting a little redneck when he was 4 months old may have very well set the stage for his future career path. Check back in 18 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-6056504366759903633?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/6056504366759903633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-doctor-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6056504366759903633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6056504366759903633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-doctor-bear.html' title='Calling Doctor Bear...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S2OqppTb1xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pn8r-1X8vgk/s72-c/9-11-09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-591656530641971585</id><published>2010-01-16T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:19:44.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S1JJJg7nI7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jx8EfGRqf7U/s1600-h/1-16-10+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427480928742482866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S1JJJg7nI7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jx8EfGRqf7U/s320/1-16-10+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S1JJJUItp_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/28JiPUZoy2c/s1600-h/1-16-10+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427480925307774962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S1JJJUItp_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/28JiPUZoy2c/s320/1-16-10+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston had his first haircut several months ago. I have actually given him 3 haircuts so far. He was asleep for the first one and the next 2 I did in the bathtub. It was great. He was occupied and clean up was a breeze! However, I realized it was finally time for a big boy haircut complete with the trimmers. The hair on his neck was too out of control for his OCD mother. :) I was so proud of him. He sat so still and didn't mind it at all! Now if only his daddy could be that good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-591656530641971585?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/591656530641971585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-boy-haircut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/591656530641971585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/591656530641971585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-boy-haircut.html' title='Big Boy Haircut'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/S1JJJg7nI7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jx8EfGRqf7U/s72-c/1-16-10+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-1702350265213454824</id><published>2009-12-20T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:00:19.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sy7kIqeu0iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QLbvEAg2tCI/s1600-h/Santa+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417518239266558498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sy7kIqeu0iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QLbvEAg2tCI/s320/Santa+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We braved the snow Friday night to take Houston on his first trip to meet Santa. It was so much fun! First of all we NEVER get snow in Colonial Heights so that in itself was so exciting! It really made it feel like Christmas. James looks for any excuse he can to go to Bass Pro Shops so when he discovered Santa was there-jackpot!! It really was nice. They had a whole section set up for the kids with games, race cars, and train tracks. It was every little boy's dream. Especially ours. He did OK with Santa. He wasn't very impressed but he didn't through a fit so I consider that a success. He got to run around the store after it was over and check out all the fish and animals. He had such a great time. The people who worked there even commented about how his eyes just lit up at everything. We didn't stay that long because we were nervous about the weather. We wanted to get home before the roads got bad. Poor little guy cried when we left. I guess that's James' excuse for our next trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-1702350265213454824?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/1702350265213454824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/12/meeting-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1702350265213454824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1702350265213454824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/12/meeting-santa.html' title='Meeting Santa'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sy7kIqeu0iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QLbvEAg2tCI/s72-c/Santa+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-4802555911236557081</id><published>2009-11-05T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T04:20:43.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Granddaddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SvN-BuGX-QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iLo3O4DO-18/s1600-h/Grandaddy+%26+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400798946167093506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SvN-BuGX-QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iLo3O4DO-18/s320/Grandaddy+%26+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twenty years ago today our family lost someone very special, my granddaddy, Donald Sayers. My memories of him are still so vivid it is hard for me to believe it has been that long. It doesn't seem possible. He was a wonderful man and loved his family so much. He loved taking pictures, nature, and especially watching birds. No bird that came into his yard ever left hungry!  He also loved Bugs Bunny. My favorite memory of him is the two of us curled up on the couch together watching Bugs. I had my head laid on his chest and soaked up the wonderful smell of his Old Spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about all of the things that have happened since he's been gone. Our sweet Amber. He would be so proud of the beautiful young lady that she has become. We have been able to meet Tony. I can't describe how special that was for all of us. We now have our little Houston Rocker. After he was born it made me so happy to hear Vivian say he has Granddaddy's mouth. There have been huge changes in technology that would have fascinated him. He would have been so happy to see that you can now get more than three channels in Speedwell!  And I can't even imagine what a kick he would get out of Grandma and her laptop computer! He would be cracking up at her hopping online and sending us emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all remember this special man and what he meant to each of us. We all love and miss him as much as ever and that will never change. I have tears in my eyes but also a smile on my face because I know his memory is always with us and he will be in our hearts forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-4802555911236557081?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/4802555911236557081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-granddaddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4802555911236557081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4802555911236557081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-granddaddy.html' title='My Granddaddy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SvN-BuGX-QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iLo3O4DO-18/s72-c/Grandaddy+%26+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-3127625247135931629</id><published>2009-11-01T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:26:12.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sVJSxUtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5NUx13KKa1A/s1600-h/2009-09-20+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399231376303149778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sVJSxUtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5NUx13KKa1A/s320/2009-09-20+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sU3-zbeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vUzp_nvZ-zs/s1600-h/2009-09-20+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399231371655998946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sU3-zbeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vUzp_nvZ-zs/s320/2009-09-20+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sUnXMqbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IG3kdBxxMNM/s1600-h/2009-09-20+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399231367194913202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sUnXMqbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IG3kdBxxMNM/s320/2009-09-20+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Houston's first year of trick or treating. He was dressed as his favorite cartoon character, Clifford the Big Red Dog.  He loved his costume.  I made it for him.  I sewed a tail on his pants and ears on his jacket.  I painted his nose black.  He was so cute.  Kaitlyn went with us.  She was dressed as a Victorian princess.  She was beautiful.  We parked at James' parents' house and walked around Rural Retreat.  We had a great time and the kids (big and small) got lots of candy!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-3127625247135931629?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/3127625247135931629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/3127625247135931629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/3127625247135931629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3sVJSxUtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5NUx13KKa1A/s72-c/2009-09-20+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-8610523776040259974</id><published>2009-11-01T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:04:15.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had it coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399227337570873794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3oqD19ccI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cbi16vljXWM/s320/2009-09-20+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3pi9ZHMrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gRqKWj8RnuI/s1600-h/2009-09-20+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399228315091808946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3pi9ZHMrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gRqKWj8RnuI/s320/2009-09-20+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Houston here. I know I had it coming so I took it. I wasn't very nice to cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; when she wanted to play in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peapod&lt;/span&gt; a while back. So, she decided to get even. Last weekend we got together for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt;. When I tried to play with her on her blanket she let me have it. Her mommy tried to stop it but no luck. Everybody was laughing so hard at us and I'm not sure why. Anyway, I took it like a big boy. After it was over I think she felt bad. She didn't want any hard feelings so she gave my mommy lots of kisses to try and make up. Lesson learned. I promise to be nicer next time she wants to play with my stuff.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399227324737120418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3opUCJ6KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZfZUux5pi04/s320/2009-09-20+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-8610523776040259974?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/8610523776040259974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-it-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/8610523776040259974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/8610523776040259974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-it-coming.html' title='I had it coming'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3oqD19ccI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cbi16vljXWM/s72-c/2009-09-20+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-3847499886377830908</id><published>2009-11-01T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:50:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399223754963736002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3lZhl21cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ft7azZ1ttfM/s320/2009-09-20+076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399223764460162754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3laE9-zsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yQOyFxWXBNo/s320/2009-09-20+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3laUhY48I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XqfJjCr68DE/s1600-h/2009-09-20+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399223768635204546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3laUhY48I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XqfJjCr68DE/s320/2009-09-20+078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a great time at Reese's party we wanted to take Houston to Williams' pumpkin patch in Rural Retreat. The weather was so cold and windy but we went anyway. Houston loved the hayride and could probably have done that all day. Houston helped us find a pumpkin.  He was having a blast until he nose-dived over a pumpkin and ended up face first in the dirt.  We finally found the perfect pumpkin and took it home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-3847499886377830908?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/3847499886377830908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/3847499886377830908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/3847499886377830908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin patch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3lZhl21cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ft7azZ1ttfM/s72-c/2009-09-20+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-1046034009225992178</id><published>2009-11-01T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:39:22.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3jdePQ-kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtVzTkhZdQo/s1600-h/2009-09-20+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399221623759895106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3jdePQ-kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtVzTkhZdQo/s320/2009-09-20+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it is that time of year again. The time when my husband disappears every chance he gets. Why you ask? Hunting season. He would rather be in a tree than anywhere else in the world. But that is what bears do I guess. My dad has always been a big hunter and he has created a monster with my husband. It is safe to say it has become an obsession. I'm holding on to my little boy as long as I can because I know before long he is going to be sucked in as well. :) James killed his first deer of the season on October 19. It was a doe and he killed it with his bow. Daddy and son look so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-1046034009225992178?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/1046034009225992178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1046034009225992178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1046034009225992178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting-season.html' title='Hunting season'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3jdePQ-kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtVzTkhZdQo/s72-c/2009-09-20+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-4252638888292336696</id><published>2009-11-01T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:28:19.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJ1uG17I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WmdNPbFNxi4/s1600-h/2009-09-20+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217987931002802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJ1uG17I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WmdNPbFNxi4/s320/2009-09-20+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJWI8-rI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j1x0w5Xjphw/s1600-h/2009-09-20+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217979453668018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJWI8-rI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j1x0w5Xjphw/s320/2009-09-20+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJI8zE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Cc1ajFrWTX0/s1600-h/2009-09-20+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217975913026418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJI8zE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Cc1ajFrWTX0/s320/2009-09-20+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Our yard has been in need of some landscaping. Honestly, we have done very little to the outside since we moved in. James has started working on the flower beds and I am quite proud of him. He has gotten loads of river rock from Vulcan's Puddledock Sand and Gravel that is a few miles down the road. He is putting the rock in the two flower beds in front of the house. It gives the place some color and looks really good. Houston was very happy to give his dad a helping hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-4252638888292336696?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/4252638888292336696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4252638888292336696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4252638888292336696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/11/yard-work.html' title='Yard work'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Su3gJ1uG17I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WmdNPbFNxi4/s72-c/2009-09-20+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-6347659805240704598</id><published>2009-10-07T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:05:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to Reese's 2nd birthday party. It was so nice. We met at Sinkland Farms in Christiansburg. They had lots of things for the kids to do. Houston tried the "Toddler Maze" but wasn't very impressed. He didn't understand why all these kids were running around the bales of hay. He would much rather pick the hay out piece by piece!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389805584099655058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Ssxvn1CtPZI/AAAAAAAAADk/l3QNB2YJzL8/s320/9-11-09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After the maze we went for a hayride. Houston really enjoyed that. He loved the tractor. Of course, he loves anything with a motor and wheels! He is all boy! He also proved that when he decided to give Aly a lesson on pumpkins. He was glad to share all of his knowledge with her and she listened to every word!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389806921185036306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Ssxw1qEtCBI/AAAAAAAAADs/slNX1w-2GAA/s320/9-11-09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even with his vast knowledge of pumpkins Houston had a hard time deciding which one he wanted! He tried his best to get them both!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389811611974188274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Ssx1Gsn_PPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/otoUVybN66c/s320/9-11-09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After Houston finally picked the perfect pumpkin we went back to the Pattison's for a cookout. Houston had a great time playing with all of Reese's toys. He did take a break from his play time to mow the yard for them! How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389808287192882546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsxyFK2WnXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e-kKJwQyy1A/s320/9-11-09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-6347659805240704598?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/6347659805240704598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-saturday-we-went-to-reeses-2nd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6347659805240704598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6347659805240704598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-saturday-we-went-to-reeses-2nd.html' title='Reese&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Ssxvn1CtPZI/AAAAAAAAADk/l3QNB2YJzL8/s72-c/9-11-09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-888166152487309896</id><published>2009-09-27T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:09:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw Paw Houston??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAMj_OIZLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eaR_u31QYdg/s1600-h/9-11-09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386318966740772018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAMj_OIZLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eaR_u31QYdg/s320/9-11-09+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know what Houston was doing last night but he was cracking us up! He had on his pj's but was in no way ready for bed. He finished his bottle and was carrying it around in his teeth. Then, he must have been channeling his inner "old man" because he leaned back and started patting his belly. We were in the floor laughing at him. He is really just too much sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-888166152487309896?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/888166152487309896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/paw-paw-houston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/888166152487309896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/888166152487309896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/paw-paw-houston.html' title='Paw Paw Houston??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAMj_OIZLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eaR_u31QYdg/s72-c/9-11-09+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-6102611656974010131</id><published>2009-09-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:01:32.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VA Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAKW6DHEiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k08q-m9BEsk/s1600-h/9-11-09+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386316542990815778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAKW6DHEiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k08q-m9BEsk/s320/9-11-09+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAKWQwdl7I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZMts49b9KUc/s1600-h/9-11-09+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386316531906746290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAKWQwdl7I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZMts49b9KUc/s320/9-11-09+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James took Houston and I on our first trip to Virginia Beach yesterday. We went to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAJzOdio0I/AAAAAAAAACk/h2T-A4n0UYQ/s1600-h/9-11-09+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lester'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. Jon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shellee's&lt;/span&gt; son, Brock, turned 2 in June. He is too cute. Their backyard is a little boy's paradise! Houston had a blast. Jon built a MASSIVE sandbox for Brock. (I can't remember how many tons of sand went into this thing!) Brock also has the coolest toys which he was happy to share with Houston. Houston enjoyed riding the 4 wheeler. However, when we got him on the Cat dump truck he was in love! He rode all over the yard and did not want to get off of it! When I did finally pull him off he cried! I guess we know what someone might get for Christmas! We had a great time and hopefully can go back to visit again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-6102611656974010131?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/6102611656974010131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/va-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6102611656974010131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/6102611656974010131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/va-beach.html' title='VA Beach'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAKW6DHEiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k08q-m9BEsk/s72-c/9-11-09+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-5830269451253075695</id><published>2009-09-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:48:27.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAHlO6pv6I/AAAAAAAAACU/zfwwkuBTSPs/s1600-h/9-11-09+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386313490575769506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAHlO6pv6I/AAAAAAAAACU/zfwwkuBTSPs/s320/9-11-09+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is no secret that Houston is a great eater. He loves anything I put in front of him. He also loves feeding himself. Annie loves it too as he always shares. He will stop about halfway through to drop her something on the floor. She isn't picky either. She will eat peas as well as Cheerios. Too cute! One thing he doesn't like is plates. He sees no use for them and immediately dumps whatever is on it off. Oh well, we'll work on manners later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-5830269451253075695?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/5830269451253075695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/finger-foods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/5830269451253075695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/5830269451253075695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/finger-foods.html' title='Finger Foods'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SsAHlO6pv6I/AAAAAAAAACU/zfwwkuBTSPs/s72-c/9-11-09+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-7699375644110068590</id><published>2009-09-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:34:43.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots are made for walkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sr18GBY96KI/AAAAAAAAACM/uCXUwRZ_Ovc/s1600-h/9-11-09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597172299196578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sr18GBY96KI/AAAAAAAAACM/uCXUwRZ_Ovc/s320/9-11-09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sr18FoPTrpI/AAAAAAAAACE/tpRWZOMzjYo/s1600-h/9-11-09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597165547794066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sr18FoPTrpI/AAAAAAAAACE/tpRWZOMzjYo/s320/9-11-09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought Houston these cowboy boots. I tried them on him to see if they fit. I wasn't sure that he would like them as he is addicted to the Nikes he got from Jake &amp;amp; Jill for his birthday. He made it very clear what he thought of them. When I tried to take them off he threw a fit! That was yesterday. This morning after breakfast here he came sock in one hand, boot in the other. They are super stylish with his onesie! His bowlegged John Wayne walk makes this priceless! How many people can pull this look off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-7699375644110068590?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/7699375644110068590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/7699375644110068590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/7699375644110068590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='These boots are made for walkin&apos;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sr18GBY96KI/AAAAAAAAACM/uCXUwRZ_Ovc/s72-c/9-11-09+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-4941637240243399345</id><published>2009-09-20T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:36:44.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new backpack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383585036712629522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SrZWEUNdVRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kH3zudS-NSg/s320/2009-09-20+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, Houston has outgrown his Jeep carrier. We loved that carrier so much. We have toted him everywhere in that thing from the time he was a newborn. We had to move up to a backpack carrier for him. He loves it as you can see. He can see everything from his great view and when he gets bored he can pull your hair!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our walk this morning we saw a bear!!! Well, let me clarify. James and my Dad saw the bear. Mom and I just saw the shadow as it was darting into the woods. It was small, only about 100 pounds, which isn't much bigger than our black lab, Jett. We're sure momma bear was very close by but we didn't get to see her. (That was probably a good thing!) So I don't have a picture of our bear to post but I did get one of this salamander!  That's almost as cool, right??? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383587427179958402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SrZYPdZSEII/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ddg58OC-RZQ/s320/2009-09-20+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-4941637240243399345?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/4941637240243399345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-new-backpack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4941637240243399345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4941637240243399345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-new-backpack.html' title='Our new backpack'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SrZWEUNdVRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kH3zudS-NSg/s72-c/2009-09-20+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-987162334191043328</id><published>2009-09-12T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:30:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Cheerios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqvLwCnMlDI/AAAAAAAAABs/QYd6yP8B67o/s1600-h/9-11-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380618206019621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqvLwCnMlDI/AAAAAAAAABs/QYd6yP8B67o/s320/9-11-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Green Eggs &amp;amp; Ham Style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Houston Rocker Bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do I do love Cheerios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the top of my head to the tips of my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will eat them everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nobody better get in my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will eat them when I get up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will sometimes share them with my pup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If mommy did not put them up on that shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would go get them by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will eat them in a chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or off the floor I do not care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will eat them day or night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take them away and we will fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do I do love Cheerios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And always will I suppose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-987162334191043328?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/987162334191043328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-cheerios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/987162334191043328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/987162334191043328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-cheerios.html' title='Ode to Cheerios'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqvLwCnMlDI/AAAAAAAAABs/QYd6yP8B67o/s72-c/9-11-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-1730110202638471774</id><published>2009-09-11T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:32:24.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154954102344274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqombOvUClI/AAAAAAAAABc/gW7_-uJ6Y98/s320/9-11-09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sqombpdb6AI/AAAAAAAAABk/J7EV3NwBG3k/s1600-h/9-11-09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154961275119618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/Sqombpdb6AI/AAAAAAAAABk/J7EV3NwBG3k/s320/9-11-09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? He asked for it. Begged actually. So I let him have the Swiffer duster. It made him happy. He played with that thing for over an hour. Is that so wrong? I consider it a win-win situation. He was happy playing and I'm happy there's no longer any dust in the vent at the bottom of the fridge. Who has time to clean that thing anyway? Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-1730110202638471774?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/1730110202638471774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-work-and-no-play.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1730110202638471774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1730110202638471774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All work and no play...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqombOvUClI/AAAAAAAAABc/gW7_-uJ6Y98/s72-c/9-11-09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-8388650582780871389</id><published>2009-09-09T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:06:08.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqgRA8ZW_3I/AAAAAAAAABU/z-4LzxqjnP0/s1600-h/family+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379568462804221810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqgRA8ZW_3I/AAAAAAAAABU/z-4LzxqjnP0/s320/family+pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqgRAg3Sz3I/AAAAAAAAABM/u3q6u3ZkYnY/s1600-h/family+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379568455413583730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqgRAg3Sz3I/AAAAAAAAABM/u3q6u3ZkYnY/s320/family+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston went for his 1 year checkup today. He weighed 23 lbs. and was 29 1/2 inches tall. The good news is we can now switch to whole milk!!! No more formula!!!! The bad news was he got 4 shots! Poor guy! The doctor was very pleased with him and gave him his "seal of approval". (Note the smiley face on his diaper!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-8388650582780871389?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/8388650582780871389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/houston-went-for-his-1-year-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/8388650582780871389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/8388650582780871389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/houston-went-for-his-1-year-checkup.html' title='1 year checkup'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqgRA8ZW_3I/AAAAAAAAABU/z-4LzxqjnP0/s72-c/family+pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-4753512326834713357</id><published>2009-09-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:06:41.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqUrz6kObyI/AAAAAAAAABE/MlkuQM8QPrM/s1600-h/Family+Pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378753500858445602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqUrz6kObyI/AAAAAAAAABE/MlkuQM8QPrM/s320/Family+Pics+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqUrzTUogrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJrK-TzHGFk/s1600-h/Family+Pics+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378753490324062898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqUrzTUogrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJrK-TzHGFk/s320/Family+Pics+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for a walk today. It was James, Houston, Mom, Dad, Jan, Katie, the dogs, and me. We saw a coyote, a turkey, and a salamander. We saw a tree that a bear had broken off and another that a buck had horned. It was a nice cool day. James and Dad took turns carrying Houston. He loved it. He smiled and laughed the whole time and even walked a little himself. It was a lot of excitement for him and he fell asleep before we made it back to the truck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-4753512326834713357?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/4753512326834713357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-went-for-walk-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4753512326834713357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/4753512326834713357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-went-for-walk-today.html' title='Sunday walk'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqUrz6kObyI/AAAAAAAAABE/MlkuQM8QPrM/s72-c/Family+Pics+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-1503258208004167223</id><published>2009-09-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:07:40.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqMAub4FcbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FUh6Ce2l_DU/s1600-h/Family+Pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378143177767481778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqMAub4FcbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FUh6Ce2l_DU/s320/Family+Pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqMAupM26OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-pJjFOvqLiQ/s1600-h/Family+Pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378143181344270562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqMAupM26OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-pJjFOvqLiQ/s320/Family+Pics+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston got an inflatable fire truck from Stephen and Laura for his birthday. He loves it. I almost passed out blowing the thing up. He was very helpful though. He stood behind me patting me on the back and blowing too. It took him less than five minutes to crash the truck. It is a good thing he was wearing his seat belt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-1503258208004167223?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/1503258208004167223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/houston-got-inflatable-fire-truck-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1503258208004167223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/1503258208004167223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/houston-got-inflatable-fire-truck-from.html' title='Fire truck'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqMAub4FcbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FUh6Ce2l_DU/s72-c/Family+Pics+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-5432382734681327127</id><published>2009-09-05T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:08:09.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Hooter's manager?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqLuqLK2h8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/86n7fAxjkJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378123313354016706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqLuqLK2h8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/86n7fAxjkJ8/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston celebrated his first birthday on August 27, 2009. This past year has gone by so fast! James wanted to start a birthday tradition with Houston and take him to Hooter's. Houston had a great time. He was a little shy at first because of all of the noise and the crowd. He warmed up quickly. He started dancing to the music and watching football on the big screen. His dad was so proud!! The birthday boy was soon being passed around by the waitresses and they sang the birthday song to him. It was definitely a first birthday to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-5432382734681327127?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/5432382734681327127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/houston-celebrated-his-first-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/5432382734681327127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/5432382734681327127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/houston-celebrated-his-first-birthday.html' title='Future Hooter&apos;s manager?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqLuqLK2h8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/86n7fAxjkJ8/s72-c/IMG_1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-2182600347164049268</id><published>2009-09-05T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:08:41.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain'/><title type='text'>9 month picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqLs3Jzjs3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOKe518lJDg/s1600-h/IMG1596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378121337302922098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqLs3Jzjs3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOKe518lJDg/s320/IMG1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our favorite things to do is go for walks in the mountain. We took this in Henley Hollow back in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-2182600347164049268?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/2182600347164049268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-our-favorite-things-to-do-is-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/2182600347164049268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/2182600347164049268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-our-favorite-things-to-do-is-go.html' title='9 month picture'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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/_F1_VKEzyPl4/SqLs3Jzjs3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOKe518lJDg/s72-c/IMG1596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247860708910397197.post-5455447771541370468</id><published>2009-09-05T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:51:32.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started!</title><content type='html'>This is something I've wanted to do for a very long time now.  I guess I'm finally doing it.  If my 74 year old grandmother can get a laptop and wireless internet I guess I can try something new!!  I hope this will be fun for us and everyone who reads it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247860708910397197-5455447771541370468?l=ironmtnbears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/feeds/5455447771541370468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/5455447771541370468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247860708910397197/posts/default/5455447771541370468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironmtnbears.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453127055157938387</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></feed>
