<?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-4180314086589819658</id><updated>2011-08-12T14:34:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through my eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-6223263816351613747</id><published>2009-04-17T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:51:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burbbled words.</title><content type='html'>Mom says its her turn to talk for a moment:&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Okay so for the past 3,4 5 or something months Reece has been asking for something.  I can usually figure it out, like these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugglegum &lt;br /&gt;SpongeBob Squid Squid&lt;br /&gt;Aladar (in relation to ALLLLLL dinosaurs)&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus' House" (the church building)&lt;br /&gt;La Koo Queen (Lightening McQueen)&lt;br /&gt;"daddy's juice" (Johns NOS or a coke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few others that I can understand when he asks for them, it is just that one word that for the life of me...&lt;br /&gt;I have asked Reece on several occasions what he "needs", wants to eat, what he wants to do, and have also asked this question in several areas in the house as well as at others... Still no idea what it was.&lt;br /&gt;The word he says is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRCLEBUGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses?  Yeah, exactly!  I have even asked him to show me what that was, but he just stares at me like, "I don't know what it means either, how can I show you?"&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! Yes, there is a but!  Today, Reece and I went to the store to grab hotdogs for dinner (yum....) and we were passing a display and he yells... "CIRCLEBUGS!"  Oh my was I so excited!!!!!!!!!! I stopped immediatly and asked him to point to what he found and this is what he pointed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SelasvPVp2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LQIdSVo3rTI/s1600-h/cornpops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SelasvPVp2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LQIdSVo3rTI/s200/cornpops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325887758983866210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't think I would have ever guessed it either!  For a kid who's favorite breakfast is "eggies" I was surprised that he has been asking for Corn Pops.  My mind is a peace, I can inform all of my other parent friends that I have solved the missing link in Reece's vocabulary.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Smith's for displaying the answer to one of my lifes mysteries, and with that I can sleep tonight and bid you all.....Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-6223263816351613747?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6223263816351613747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=6223263816351613747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/6223263816351613747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/6223263816351613747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/burbbled-words.html' title='Burbbled words.'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SelasvPVp2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LQIdSVo3rTI/s72-c/cornpops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-9196848964586646313</id><published>2009-04-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:13:33.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock boy!</title><content type='html'>Here I am!  Mom says its April and she says she is sorry. She has not helped me for a very long time and I have grown so much.  Mom says she doesn't know where I should start because Christmas and my birthday have all gone by!  &lt;br /&gt;I am 3 years old and very busy.  I have so much to explore that mom keeps saying she is going crazy.  She says that I need to tell everyone about my exploring, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite places to go is to Grandma and Grandpa Bowens house.  The have a big back yard and water with fishies in it. They have 2 doggies, woof woof, named Zoe and Piper that love to lick my face.  I think it is funny but dad thinks its gross.  Grandmas backyard also has lots of rocks.  I love rocks.  I love to put them in my pocket.  I love to put them in my mouth.  But best of all I love to throw them, big ones, and small ones.  If there is water near by, it needs more rocks inside it, and I have to help it get those rocks!  &lt;br /&gt;Mom has been sick and has owies on her tummy and she needed band-aids for them, and she couldn't go to work because of her owies, so she got to stay home with me and dad.  One day mom took me to grandmas so I could play and she could help grandma with some work, so I stayed downstairs with grandma.  Grandma was reading a book so I decided that I had to put some rocks in the water outside, so that is what I did.  I walked right out the back door and found me all the rocks I could carry and gave the water all the rocks it wanted.  Boy, was I having fun!  I even got all muddy.  The next thing I know, mom is coming outside to get me.  She was NOT happy with me, and even started to cry.  She said that I can't go by the water all by myself, and that I had to go with grandma, grandpa, mommy or daddy.  Mom says she doesn't want me to get hurt and have to live with Heavenly Father yet, so I have to be careful and mind.  I told her I would mind. Mom said she hopes so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-9196848964586646313?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9196848964586646313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=9196848964586646313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/9196848964586646313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/9196848964586646313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-am-mom-says-its-april-and-she.html' title='Rock boy!'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-2816264389955392720</id><published>2008-12-01T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:47:17.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry mom!</title><content type='html'>(Hi this is Kim... For some reason I seemed to neglect ADDING this post...so I will just have to do it now, because to add to it, well that would take forever, so I think I will just start a new one after this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom forgot about me. It has been so long and I have grown so big! I don't me-member everything I have done, but I will try.&lt;br /&gt;I have a big tree outside my house, and I went to see it. There were NO leaves on the tree! I turned to mommy and said "Where it go mom? I'nt know? They hiding?" Mom said they all fell on the ground. Silly leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Bowen called to take me, and Seph (Seth), Simum (Simon) and Jiwean (Jillian) to find PUNKINS! We all got out of the car at the punkin place and they were EVERYWHERE! I liked the baby ones the best. I wanted to take them all home but mom wouldn't let me. We climbed on the big ones and I tried to carry some too, but they were heffy. The people had a car for us to "drive" and we all took turns pretending. The man from inside came and took the key for some reason, but said it was OK for us to still play. We put hundreds of pumpkins in our wagons to buy (there were about 10 or so...says mom) and headed home. A few days later we got to go to Grandma and Grandpa's to make funny faces in our punkins and touch the slimy yucky stuff inside them, EWWW! It was so yucky, and didn't taste good either. I decided it was funner to play with toys then punkins.&lt;br /&gt;Dad came home from work a few days later and took me to my mom's work. I got to dress up, mom says I was a Jed-eye, whatever that is, I was just excited to have a sword! Dad and mom kept saying something about Lifesavers, but I didn't see any? At mom's work I saw lots of people and they gave me LOTS of candy and said I was cute, and they liked my Lifesaver... I told them it was a sword but they just didn't understand. I learned that if I said TrickTreat to everyone, they would give me candy. Wow! It must be a magic word. After I got all my candy, we went to a party with lots of funny dressed people, mom said it was her work party, OK...&lt;br /&gt;That night after dinner, dad said it was time to go, and off we went. Once again, the magic word got me candy, and LOTS of it!!! However it doesn't really work right now because I say it and people just smile, no candy... where's my sword? I must need that too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-2816264389955392720?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2816264389955392720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=2816264389955392720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/2816264389955392720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/2816264389955392720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hurry-mom.html' title='Hurry mom!'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-3690250004615522672</id><published>2008-09-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:46:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SM_THJm3igI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JjZUIadl914/s1600-h/0805081845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SM_THJm3igI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JjZUIadl914/s200/0805081845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644210701404674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Desi has a Jeep that I LOVE!  It plays music and can go forward and backward.  Last year, I was too little to reach the pedal and Desi got to drive, but this year I'm BIGGER!&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Desi didn't think it was such a good idea that I drive.  I guess she didn't like the fact that it was &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; Barbie Jeep and &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; front yard, and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was behind the wheel.  I know it had nothing to do with my amazing driving skills, either.&lt;br /&gt;My mom says she is glad that the Jeep only goes slow, and she said something to the fact of being scared for me to turn 16, I don't know why she would say that! 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I really wish that I had some video for this because Reece has decided that it is "funny" to unlock the deadbolt, and regular lock and sneak out the door.  He has been doing this for a few months, and it has scared Mom and Dad a few time cuz he will just be GONE!  The only thing we have been able to do is get a chain to lock the door, his head just won't fit through the crack... but if we forget (and here is the answer to the question) and he gets out, he runs out side, rain or shine, naked or clothed, laughing his head off straight to our neighbors, yelling "Lisha, Lisha!!!"  I am glad that she shares a wall with us and he knows exactly where to go.  To add to it, when he gets to her door, most of the time he will knock and yell, "Come in!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-1479079651733527763?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1479079651733527763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=1479079651733527763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/1479079651733527763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/1479079651733527763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/answer-to-question.html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-7970639939940994572</id><published>2008-07-31T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:40:16.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>Typical everyday words, and my translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water ... Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Fish ... Bubbles or Nemo&lt;br /&gt;Bumblebee ... bum bee bee&lt;br /&gt;Milk ... Nook&lt;br /&gt;Candy ... Nandies&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa ... Dampa&lt;br /&gt;Truck ... (its more of a sounds like throat clearing or a low growl... something...)&lt;br /&gt;Cookie ... Tooookie&lt;br /&gt;I love you ... I  OOOO or huv ooo&lt;br /&gt;Cracker...  caakos&lt;br /&gt;Amber ... Amboo&lt;br /&gt;Drink ... Dink&lt;br /&gt;Megan (his second cousin) ... Lali&lt;br /&gt;my bum or dirty diaper ... poopy&lt;br /&gt;Bottle ... babo&lt;br /&gt;Go-gurt (yougurt in a tube) ... ohgoot&lt;br /&gt;Scooby-Doo ... DOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Spider Man ... Guy  or Spidoh&lt;br /&gt;Woody (from toystory) ... Looli&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse Me" ... mooozeee&lt;br /&gt;"thank you" ... tank oooo&lt;br /&gt;"Please" ... meeeease&lt;br /&gt;Outside? ... a side?&lt;br /&gt;Teeth ... teef&lt;br /&gt;Apple ... Appoh&lt;br /&gt;Blanket ... baynkee&lt;br /&gt;Josh ... dosh or brubbo&lt;br /&gt;help me ... hap me hap me!&lt;br /&gt;swim ... sim&lt;br /&gt;something stinky ... yucky poopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I don't like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandaides or anything sticky like that!  &lt;br /&gt;Going to bed in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Having mommy or daddy get out of the car even if the other on is still inside!&lt;br /&gt;Being covered at night "No baynkee!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-7970639939940994572?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7970639939940994572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=7970639939940994572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/7970639939940994572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/7970639939940994572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-7524059620412206211</id><published>2008-07-02T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:09:52.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid218.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc164%2Fgottaluvalaska%2FHawaii%2F6845ccb2.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream218.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-7524059620412206211?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7524059620412206211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=7524059620412206211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/7524059620412206211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/7524059620412206211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-big-trip.html' title='My Big Trip'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-6045355590122290471</id><published>2008-06-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:50:20.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much</title><content type='html'>My mom has been so busy, sometimes I forget who she is!  Too much has happened since I turned 2.  I told my mom that she had better help me tell all of the fun stories and show some pictures before everyone forgets who I am.  She promised that she would do her best and we will be writing a new message with pictures of my first BIG trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-6045355590122290471?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6045355590122290471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=6045355590122290471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/6045355590122290471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/6045355590122290471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-923531493083309429</id><published>2008-02-06T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:38:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 2 I'm 2!!!</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy and I haven't been able to write in a long time but I am 2!!!!  In January was my daddy's birthday, and it snowed lots and lots.  We were going to do something fun but it was too scary outside to drive, so we stayed home and had tacos with Desi, Aunt Amber and Uncle Nate.  Mommy made daddy a Spiderman cake (Hi it's Kim... I need to explain... if you watch Spiderman 2 the neighbor girl asks Peter Parker if he wants some Chocolate cake... John brought to our attention that it was a YELLOW cake with CHOCOLATE frosting.  So when I asked him what kind of cake he wanted, he said Spiderman cake... so that is what it will forever be known as!)and it was very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is only a few days after daddy's and this year was on a friday, so mommy said we would have it on Saturday so my cousins could come.  We had lots of fun running around and chasing each other.  Mommy had to work a lot just before my birthday and the day of my party so daddy made me 2 cakes!  He did a great job, and we ate it all gone.  I got some puzzles and a new truck, a baseball game, I love to hit the ball, and some neat movies for me to watch.  I love the Elmo sing-a-long one, I watch it over and over.  I also got an ABC learning thing to go on my fridge!  My cousin Desi had one so I am so excited to have my own.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to church and right after church we got in the car and drove all the way to Grandma's in Salt Lake.  They had a birthday party for me up there too.  My cousins Simon, Seth and Jillian were there for me to play with.  I got jammies from them, and Grandma and Grandpa gave me a BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!  I was so excited, and everytime someone would try to take it a way, I would get mad!  Now I have Woody, and a Jessie and a Buzz.  We even had cake up there too, and Grandma helped me with my candles I blew (well some spit too...)out all by myself!    &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have everything I got, I love it all!  I love birthdays, I want one everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-923531493083309429?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/923531493083309429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=923531493083309429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/923531493083309429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/923531493083309429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-2-im-2.html' title='I&apos;m 2 I&apos;m 2!!!'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-8966940600346502874</id><published>2007-12-28T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:54:00.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Rachel</title><content type='html'>Each day mommy wakes me up early and drags me out to the cold car!  We take a little short drive past Desi's house over to Aunt Rachels.  Josh and Kaleb are there sometimes and always Parker and Faify (Faith). Shauna, Owen and Ashton are busy getting ready for school.  &lt;br /&gt;I have so much fun over there, playing with the kids and watching Scooby Doo!  I get so excited in the mornings to go over, and mommy says she is proud of me because almost everytime, I don't cry when she goes.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Rachel has a lot of plants that I love to play with, however Aunt Rachel doesn't think my pruning abilities are that wonderful, but I don't give up, one day I will do a wonderful job! :)&lt;br /&gt;Everyday over there is a new adventure, and my mommy sometimes gets 2 or 3 calls of all of the funny things I do.  I will see if mommy will take a moment and write some down so you can read them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi everyone, let me think, Rachel has called me with so many funny things, and naughty things too, so I will write down a couple for ya... Parker just started school this year and Rachel walks him to school, since it is just around the corner.  She has since started waiting to lay Reece down til they come back.  He was having a hard time with this for a bit, but one day, they came back home, took of coats and shoes and Reece walked straight to the room he naps in, waited for Rachel to come lay him down, then immediatly fell asleep.  She called me in shock that he KNEW it was nap time and he was ready.  &lt;br /&gt;Another day, well let me give a little backgroud... Parker is the only boy his age in a large "sea" of girls.  He is a rough and tumble kinda kid and since the girl cousins would rather play with dolls, he felt left out, til Reece came along.  He must have been thinking 'Great, another boy to tackle, pinch and poke at!'  So that is what he showed Reece how to do.  They love to "beat" each other up.  The favorite thing is pinching Parkers cute pinchable cheeks with great force!!!  Add some gritted teeth and a little growl and it is complete.  Well one day I guess it was a little too much and Parker freaked out.  From the kitchen Rachel called "REECE EVERETT FELLER!!!" and came walking out only to see Reece run behind Parker and hold him still so he could hide.  Rachel said she could only laugh because it was just so funny that he tried to hide cuz he was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I know I could go on and on, but I will have to add in stories when Reece will let me.  I will say this, I am lucky to have Rachel there to watch my little terror of a boy.  I am glad he is with family all day, and by they weekend, they are still excited to see him!  What a blessing she and her family are to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mommy!  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I will make sure that I let mommy tell on me some more later.  I do love my Aunt Rachel and my cousins.  They are so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-8966940600346502874?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8966940600346502874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=8966940600346502874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8966940600346502874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8966940600346502874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/12/aunt-rachel.html' title='Aunt Rachel'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-8067339647511052187</id><published>2007-11-05T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:20:00.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w218.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w218.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/gottaluvalaska/0984df43.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s218.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/gottaluvalaska/?action=view&amp;current=0984df43.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween came really fast and is already gone, but I had a great day.  It started out to be just a normal day, my mommy dropped me off at Aunt Rachels and went to work. &lt;br /&gt;Just as we were getting ready to take Parker off to school, which we got to do everyday, my mommy showed up.  She was early and said that we had to hurry to get going before it got to late.  I didn't know what she meant but I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We drove for a while (I got to take a REALLY short nap) and then all of a sudden mommy woke me up, and got me out of the car.  &lt;br /&gt;She was telling me that I had to get my costume on.  Now, if this had been a few days earlier, I would have been screaming my head off, cuz I didn't like wearing everything she had for me.  But she helped me realize that it was fun to dress up at the Trunk or Treat at church.  I was the only dinosaur around!&lt;br /&gt;After putting on the big part with a tail and the hat part that had eyes (i still wouldn't let mom put the feet on my shoes! No way!!!), she carried me, and a cool bag, to the doors.&lt;br /&gt;I was still a little confused about where I was, but some lady said 'Hi" to me and grabbed a HUGE bowl of candy off her table.  I was so excited my hands were shaking.  I grabbed 5 suckers.  Mommy tried to get me to just take one but the lady said it was ok.  Mommy showed me how to put the candy in my special bag and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;Up the stairs were more people with cookies and candies and they all were happy to see me and said I was so cute.  I was just happy because they let me take as many candies as my hands would hold to put in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;We found more people down a loud hall like place (the warehouse where mommy works) and I saw lots of funny and scary looking people.  Almost all of them gave me candy.  The really scary ones that mommy helped me go to were some yucky witches, and their puppy was a witch too.  I grabbed my candy and ran away from them!&lt;br /&gt;More candy and more people, until mommy said it was time to go.  My bag was so heavy I had to drag it on the floor.  Mommy tried to help but all I said was, "Uh, Me!"&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I tired, we did a lot of walking but it was sure fun.  I didn't want to let my candy bag go, not for nothin'!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me to see daddy at his work and all of daddies friends.  We didn't get to stay too long because daddy had to get back inside, so mommy took me home.&lt;br /&gt;We had one more time to put on my costume and that was when we went to Desi's house.  Desi and Aunt Amber were dressed like witches, but they weren't scary like the other ones, so it was fun.  And Uncle Nate put funny colors in his hair.  Mommy and Desi put some in mine too, and my hair was all pink and purple.&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of pictures and ate more candy before it was time to go home and hand candy to the other kids.  What a long, but very fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-8067339647511052187?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8067339647511052187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=8067339647511052187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8067339647511052187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8067339647511052187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-5412438813489085735</id><published>2007-09-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:48:31.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy MORE (pronounced mowa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/Rv5luv5srEI/AAAAAAAAABA/cPzWUna1Vrk/s1600-h/Lemons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/Rv5luv5srEI/AAAAAAAAABA/cPzWUna1Vrk/s320/Lemons1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115638080546319426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my mommy was getting in the big cold box in the kitchen and I decided to climb in and try to examine more of the fun things inside.  She started opening bottles so I could smell them, and some were yucky, mom called it garlic.  Another big bottle was sweet smelling... but then to my wandering eyes I saw the most wonderful thing of all!  It was just big enough for me to hold in one hand, or two if I wanted... &lt;br /&gt;I quickly ran off into the other room to show daddy my discovery.  He laughed and said "You found the lemon juice!"  I didn't know what that meant but I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;It had a little flap on the top which I thought was great (Mom says she knows that because I say "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH" in a cute voice when something is wonderful to me)and I began to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said, "Hold on a minute, Reece.  Let mommy 'fix it'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to the kitchen and brought back something shiney and poked the top of my newest treasure.  She held out my hand and dripped something cold from it onto my hand.  She showed me how to like my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nectar!  "Mommy, mowa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy giggled and squirted some in my mouth.  I loved it!  So she gave me the bottle to try for myself.  I could have this all day.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy turned to daddy and said, "Look he isn't even scrunching up his face.  He loves it!"  They both laughed and mommy took more pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sad when mommy made me put it away, but it is still waiting there for me on another day, when I can sneak into that big cold box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-5412438813489085735?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5412438813489085735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=5412438813489085735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/5412438813489085735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/5412438813489085735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/mommy-more-pronounced-mowa.html' title='Mommy MORE (pronounced mowa)'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/Rv5luv5srEI/AAAAAAAAABA/cPzWUna1Vrk/s72-c/Lemons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-8368701444963984334</id><published>2007-09-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:14:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deddi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w218.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w218.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/gottaluvalaska/2b45fa3f.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s218.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/gottaluvalaska/?action=view&amp;current=2b45fa3f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my Aunt Amber and Uncle Nate went out, and Deddi (Desi) got to come play with me.  I was so excited, even though I see her every day, its not very often she comes to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy made us both dinner, she had pizza and I had chicken nuggets. YUMMY!  When I was eating my mommy put my shoes on, and since I was busy eating I didn't hear her say that we would get to go to the park to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go!  I love the park almost as much as I love water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from my pictures, I wasn't too happy about the swings, after about the first minute or two.  Deddi wasn't having fun on the either, so mommy let us go to the slide, and not just any slide, the BIG SWIRLY slide! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little nervous at first.  I have been on the big slides before but this one was BIG!  And it was just me and Deddi.  She is older than me and has done this lots before so she wasn't scared one bit.  I guess mommy could tell I was a little scared so she asked Deddi if she would help me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No NO NO No NO!"  I didn't know where she was going to take me and I was scared, but mommy said it was okay and Deddi took my hand again and showed me to the slide.  It was just like going down the stairs but funner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both just laughed and laughed and mommy let us go down lots of times until some of the bigger kids came over, so mommy took us back to the swings...  still not my favorite, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got dark by then and it was time to go in for a bath and a treat.  We ate fishies and watched part of a movie before it was bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-8368701444963984334?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8368701444963984334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=8368701444963984334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8368701444963984334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8368701444963984334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/deddi.html' title='deddi'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-5138349913795905893</id><published>2007-09-20T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:59:14.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Okay, this one is for my mommy... My Aunt Amber needed her to have a moment to say a few words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Im It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Quality Assurance Nuskin&lt;br /&gt;2. Haulmark Trailers - Sales Assistant&lt;br /&gt;3. Some Title company - Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;4. Sales office, Provo Craft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies I can watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;(how about 4 I HAVE to watch over and over...)&lt;br /&gt;1. Flushed Away&lt;br /&gt;2. Emporer's New Groove&lt;br /&gt;3. Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite TV Shows: If I had TV&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI&lt;br /&gt;2. Iron Chef&lt;br /&gt;3. Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;4. House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eagle Mountain&lt;br /&gt;2. Provo&lt;br /&gt;3. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;4. a small stint in Kentucky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Amber's Dad’s BBQ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Wendy's Spicy Chicken (no tomatoes)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Everything Bagels toasted w/plain Cream Cheese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Home&lt;br /&gt;2. Hangin with Am and our kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Alaska!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Someplace exotic that I had everything&lt;br /&gt;   paid for, so I didn't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites I check daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. KUTV.com&lt;br /&gt;2. Dailymail.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;3. Peninsula Clarion Online&lt;br /&gt;4. Internet Movie Database&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a little about me, now I TAG:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trombley's&lt;br /&gt;2. Latall's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-5138349913795905893?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5138349913795905893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=5138349913795905893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/5138349913795905893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/5138349913795905893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-5405467818372274782</id><published>2007-09-20T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:45:15.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Because my mom is slow I decided that I wasn't going to wait for her anymore.  My Aunt Amber talked all about camping and about our picnic in the park and where that was all last month and the month before (my mommy says that I shouldn't say that she is slow 'cuz she knows she is, and she also wanted me to say that she PROMISES she will get back on track and tell about what happend...), so I am just going to move on.&lt;br /&gt;So I get to go to Nursery at church now, because I am a big boy and I don't have to go to the boring classes with dad.  They don't have toys in his class.  I have so much fun and love my teachers in there, they give me treats and juice and let me and the other kids play.  We also have a fun lady who comes in and sings songs with us.  Because I am new, I don't know all the songs yet, but I try to sing as best as I can.  We also get to dance and jump with the song lady.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday in my class, I discovered that I could reach the light switch.  My mommy always lets me turn off and on the lights when we leave in the morning, so I thought it would be fun to turn off the class lights.&lt;br /&gt;I reached and reached my little fingers, and pushed as hard as my little finger tips could push and...&lt;br /&gt;"I DID IT!!!"  I yelled when the lights went off.  My teacher giggled, turned on the light and so I reached up again... "I DID IT!"  (My mommy and Aunt Amber always laugh when I say 'I DID IT'  I guess that is a funny thing to say...)&lt;br /&gt;Soon the other boys and girls were trying there best to turn off the light and when one of my friends turned it off, we would yell "I DID IT!!!"  Well, one little girl, she got her turn, she turned of the light, so I yelled for her.  She got mad, turned to me and said "NO! Me did it!"  &lt;br /&gt;My teachers just laughed and laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-5405467818372274782?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5405467818372274782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=5405467818372274782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/5405467818372274782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/5405467818372274782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!!!'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-2646302263897801604</id><published>2007-08-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:08:23.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w218.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w218.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/gottaluvalaska/d31f5d21.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s218.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/gottaluvalaska/?action=view&amp;current=d31f5d21.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mommy says that I had better get going on this as I still have so much to talk about.  I think she let almost the whole world know about my accident and my broken nose.  I am much better now and am glad that it's not all crookiedy looking.  &lt;br /&gt;My big brother, Josh, was sad for me, but I think he wanted to test out how much it would hurt, and got one for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Brother has decided that his new sport is boxing.  We went all the way to St. George to see him fight at the fair.  We got there too late to watch most of the fights, and while daddy was trying to find a way in, mommy and I went to see the animals (which were wonderful by the way!  I got to see piggies and bunnies and... Oh sorry, this is about brother...). Anyway, so daddy is inside sneaking in to see the fights and he see's brothers Step-dad, Lynn, who gives daddy a "coach" stamp.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and me can't find daddy anywhere and the policemen's, who are supposed to be helpful, won't help us get into the place where brother is.  Mommy, needless to say was not happy.  Suddenly there was daddy and he told us how to sneak in through the back.  I don't think my mommy would want me to do this when I get big, and I am sure I would get in touble if I told everyone that she did that, but she isn't here, so oh well!&lt;br /&gt;We got in and there was brother, getting gloves on.  I don't know why, cuz it wasn't cold in there!  I was so excited to see him, and was sad when we had to go find a place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell all the details because I was watching everyone else there.  They screamed and cheered most especially my dad.  Brother won his fight and didn't really get hurt so everyone was happy for that.  He even got a cool shiney thing that has a little man on it that looks like brother (mom says it is called a trophy) that was all his to take home.  He said he had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;The next week, mommy and I didn't go to the next fight.  Mommy says it would be way past my bedtime for me to go, but daddy kept letting mommy know what was going on.  But the next day when brother came over he told mommy that his nose hurt and that he got hit by the other boy in the nose. They said it was broken just like my nose was broken, and there wasn't anything to do but take medicine that tasted yucky and just to be careful.  &lt;br /&gt;Both brother and me are feeling much better.  Mommy is going to make sure that our pictures of our noses are put together to remind to be careful.  Brother won't be boxing for a while since football started, and no more climbing up things I shouldn't be.  Sometimes I think mommy is too careful with me, but I don't mind, after a minute or two of screaming to climb back up the couch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-2646302263897801604?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2646302263897801604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=2646302263897801604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/2646302263897801604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/2646302263897801604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-1599445565654760322</id><published>2007-08-21T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:22:01.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-09.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158271292425&amp;amp;site=widget-09.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158271292425&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-09.slide.com/p1/504403158271292425/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158271292425&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-09.slide.com/p2/504403158271292425/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-1599445565654760322?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1599445565654760322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=1599445565654760322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/1599445565654760322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/1599445565654760322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180314086589819658.post-8724565643642120685</id><published>2007-08-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:30:10.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Page</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  I am so happy that you came to visit my page.  Since I am only 18 month old right now, my mommy might help me a little bit, here and there, but I wanted to make sure that everyone I love knows what I am up to.  Make sure you look for all of the new pictures, since my mom is crazy with the camera.  I just have to smile since she always has it!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can keep up with everything that we are doing since we are always going somewhere.  I just sit in the back seat and enjoy the ride, sippy cup in hand, a few treats close by and a favorite book or two to read as we go.&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking back to see what new adventures mommy and daddy, brudder (Josh) and me go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180314086589819658-8724565643642120685?l=reeceseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8724565643642120685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180314086589819658&amp;postID=8724565643642120685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8724565643642120685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180314086589819658/posts/default/8724565643642120685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeceseyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-page.html' title='My New Page'/><author><name>Reeces Pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459050440217465335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjng8tjAvx0/SRRetfv-rkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQn2gPZJTY/S220/summertime+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
