<?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-3990207791521004841</id><updated>2012-02-07T18:16:20.099-08:00</updated><category term='Santa'/><category term='Isabelle'/><category term='Happy to see Sister'/><title type='text'>Bruscato Fam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3729884494540084803</id><published>2012-02-07T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:16:20.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Little Girl</title><content type='html'>Emarie has gotten to be quite the little character. It still amazes how much she talks and the things she says crack me up.Here are some of my favorites lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask her any question and she replies,"Yes sir, momma."&lt;br /&gt;I told her her hair was beautiful and she said,"yes, it's wonderful!"&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up from school the other day and it was just me and her. Usually I have all of them. She says,"Where's my brothers and sisters? I miss dem."&lt;br /&gt;When I tell  that her I love her she says,"I love you more...I love you most!"&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she's been tee-teeing in the potty at school and she said,"Yes, Johnette(her teacher) help me. She my favorite!"&lt;br /&gt;I walked in her room the other morning and was being real quiet because I didn't know if she was awake. In the sweetest voice she said,"is dat you momma?"&lt;br /&gt;She'll ask me every few days,"Where's grandma?" I'll tell her at home in California and she says,"I miss her!"&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked her to do something. When she didn't answer I went to help her. She gave me this look and said,"I got it...I GOT it!" With total attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite things are Dora(still), dress up clothes, the trampoline, and the tumblebus.  About a month ago I picked her up at school and the tumblebus was there. She asked,"Why I no go on tumblebus?" I said "You wanna go on tumblebus." And she said,"YES!!" It never even crossed my&lt;br /&gt;mind. I don't think it had hit me that she is really 2. I can't believe how the time has flown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3729884494540084803?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3729884494540084803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3729884494540084803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3729884494540084803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3729884494540084803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2012/02/funny-little-girl.html' title='Funny Little Girl'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4904272819880265320</id><published>2011-12-18T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:18:00.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>As I type this post we are traveling through New Mexico on our way to CA! I am typing on Scott's new iPad that I am absolutely in love with!!! It has made this trip so far much more enjoyable. It's amazing the way we travel compared to the "old days." At one point this morning, Easton was watching a movie on netflix(on the iPad), Isabelle was watching a movie on the portable tv, Emarie was watching a movie on the car tv, Scott had his phone plugged into the radio listening to pandora, and I was on my cell phone. I thought,"what in the world would we do without all these electronics?" So with that being said I can add that the kids have been amazing. I'm very fortunate to have 3 little travelers, or 3 little kids that like to watch tv and play on their ds.&lt;div&gt;We left yesterday, Friday Dec 16, at 1:30 and drove to Van Horn, Tx. We got there about 2:30 am. The kids were delirious once we got them inside and in the bed. Especially Emarie, she had us laughing. But, we got a good 5 hours of sleep and got back on the road. Funny story about Emarie, I was getting in the shower and she says,"I come in there wiff you." I said,"whatever dude." She gave me this funny look and as serious as could be says,"I not dude, I emma-ee." She cracks me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I titled the post "surprise" so I guess I should explain why. Grandma does not know we are coming. Well, she knows we are coming but not this soon. She's expecting us next week. The even bigger surprise though is that the Crutchers are coming! I can't wait to see the look on her face when we show up at her door. Thank you Aunt Doreen and Uncle Tom for the fabulous idea and helping to make it happen! I can't wait to spend the Christmas holidays with the family. I hope grandma doesn't mind the early and extra company. Pretty sure she'll be ok with it! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4904272819880265320?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4904272819880265320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4904272819880265320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4904272819880265320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4904272819880265320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2011/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4964692176836804679</id><published>2011-09-30T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:02:00.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>A little family update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186504020282530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONRCG685r4c/ToXqpaUJzKI/AAAAAAAAB78/2-jI03JC53s/s320/1st%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start with Emarie. She is hilarious these days. She keeps us laughing with her funny looks, new words every day and her spunky little personality. She's even got the head bob down(wonder where she got that from???) She is growing up so fast. I call her the baby but she is so far from it. She tries to do what everybody else does and keeps up pretty well. The talking has been slow coming but she has made so much progress in the last couple months. Some of my favorites from her recently:&lt;br /&gt;when she's done with something she says, "ear momma"&lt;br /&gt;"I ont jush peas" --She now gets it out the refrigerator herself&lt;br /&gt;"Elp" (help)&lt;br /&gt;She gets so excited about the littlest things and she'll clap and say,"Yay mommy" or "Yay da-ee"&lt;br /&gt;"a-din" again&lt;br /&gt;She sings"d-d-d-d-dora" "you are my sunshine" and "baby,baby,baby, ohhhh"&lt;br /&gt;"tay-tu"&lt;br /&gt;She learns new things everyday. She showed me the other day she knows a few colors and she can count to 10(with a little help).&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite things things these days are her cards, strawberries, swimming, Dora and baby baby(Justin Beiber).&lt;br /&gt;She absolutely loves her brothers and sisters. She'll play dolls with Isabelle or take Braden a book and ask him to read. She's moved into the 2 year old class at school and seems to really like it. When I pick her up I'll ask if she had a good day and it's always the same response, "yeaaahh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186307407177154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV0wuIdIN4Y/ToXqd9375cI/AAAAAAAAB70/-C3_j-jf7kg/s320/1st%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt; Next is Isabelle. She started pre-4 this year and now gets to go to the big elementary school with Braden and Easton. She's made a bunch of friends and seems to enjoy it. She is still my little busy body,always needing something to do. She just started soccer and has done great!! Her first game she scored 3 goals and even had an assist. We are skipping dance this year but starting gymnastics(tumbling) on Monday. Thanks to her cousin Tia, she loves Justin "Beaver." I have finally broken her of wearing a dress EVERY day but now it's the hair. She can't stand a ponytail. I told her when school started we were gonna cut her hair so she doesn't have to wear a ponytail, and trust me, she remembers that and reminds me every time I put her hair up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny conversation the other day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton:Mommy, did you break up with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Where did you here about breaking up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabelle(with total attitude): Uh, Barbie and the Fashion Fairy. Ken breaks up with Barbie!! He is so mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186043657806450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngPhr7FcPcQ/ToXqOnVL4nI/AAAAAAAAB7s/hmVDRJyvY-4/s320/1st%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B2011%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt; Easton is repeating kindergarten this year and off to a great start. He LOVES it, which,if you know Easton, says alot. He comes home every day in a great mood and tells me how great his day was. Homework is no longer an issue. In fact, he's even gone as far to tell me he likes homework. He's playing soccer again and really enjoying it. Easton's passion these days, though, is his ds. He's obsessed! He's also really into Star Wars and wants to be Yoda for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658185788152944322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-steBZDbfD5s/ToXp_vgFFsI/AAAAAAAAB7k/PHDNS42HViU/s320/1st%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B2011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braden has started the 4th grade and is also doing great. He made straight A's the first 6 weeks! Right now he is in the middle of football. He had his first (somewhat)major injury about 2 weeks ago. He went to tackle a boy and his arm got caught on the snap of the boys helmet and put a pretty good gash, which resulted in 14 stitches. He's always carrying dome kind of ball around or out in the yard playing some kind of sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new with Scott and I. We are enjoying coaching Easton and Isabelle in soccer. We love this time year where we get to tailgate out out ULM and watch football all day or just stay home (after the morning football and soccer games) and watch football. =) I've taken on a new role at work and am now the GED teacher. It's brought many challenges but I think once I get it figured out I'm going to really enjoy it. Right now I've got 3 girls and 1 boy that come to me 3 hours a day and we are working toward receiviing the GED.&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/3990207791521004841-4964692176836804679?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4964692176836804679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4964692176836804679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4964692176836804679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4964692176836804679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/-ONRCG685r4c/ToXqpaUJzKI/AAAAAAAAB78/2-jI03JC53s/s72-c/1st%2Bday%2Bof%2Bschool%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1607806139043089909</id><published>2011-01-26T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:00:04.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>My goal for the new year was to blog at least once a week. Well crazy as my life is, maybe it's a little more realistic to say once a month!!! The kids continue to grow way too fast. They make me laugh daily with their witty, cute,and yes,sarcastic comments. Nothing that comes out of their mouth surprises me anymore...well, maybe some things. We are currently getting over the flu which struck half the house full force while the others have so far been lucky to catch a break. Here's what's going on with each of us...&lt;br /&gt;Braden is now in basketball. He asked me the other day if it was possible to play in the NFL and NBA. Haha I love that he has high hopes though. He has grown to really love sports. We went to grandmas house for Christmas and she let him choose her picks one time. We had to leave a couple days later but he carried those picks in his pocket and kept up with them! He continues to do great in school making all A's and B's.&lt;br /&gt;Easton cracked me up the other night when he told me he wishes I would have just named him daddy. When I asked him why, he said,"Because then Isabelle and Braden and Emarie would have to call me daddy. And even daddy would have to call me daddy...and mimi" I thought this was just hilarious and pretty clever to think of it.Easton and I have been spending alot of time together these days playing Mario Bros on the wii. He's got me hooked!! Sometimes he plays with me and sometimes he just watches and gets so excited at each level I pass. I have really enjoyed the quality time.&lt;br /&gt;A story that sums up Isabelle  happened last friday night. Scott and I were going out to dinner and she was so excited for the babysitter. As I'm getting ready I get a text from the neighbor/babysitter that says, "Isabelle is at my house and said you might be looking for her." Come to find out later, she had been gone for 5-10 minutes. I hate to admit it but I never knew she was gone. You can bet when she got home she got an earful. I told her I was worried about her and she can't leave without telling me, etc. Her response..."it's only right next door!!!" She is so independant it's amazing!! She has a new bestfriend that lives 3 doors down. Maggie is 12 but Isabelle absolutely adores her. Isabelle is the social butterfly in her class. There are 3 boys in the class and all their moms have told me how much they LOVE Isabelle. Her teacher said if she had 12 Isabelle's her class would be wonderful. At home, she not so easy. She pretty much thinks she can do what she wants at our house. She also really thinks she's a princess! =) The other day Braden had a friend over and they were all telling her that princesses were not real. So she goes in her room, puts on her pretty "Princess clothes" and walks outside and says,"I told you boys there is such thing as a princess!!!" I just love her!! She's starting to show interest in basketball. We have a basket in our living room and she will shoot over and over and make it most of the time. Although she'll probably never play due to her size, I think she will be quite the athlete because she is not afraid of anything and so determined.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is my Emarie. Learning something new everyday, I just love watching her grow. Her vocabulary consists of momma,dada,hot,mine,more,dog,stuck(She tells of this when she wants out of her crib or high chair),thank you(Tay-tu),shoes,sock,what's that(wah-da),night-night,hello(eh-woh),bye-bye and ball. She started daycare about 3 weeks ago and it has been a rough transition for us(me and her). She has seemed to adjust to the lady who is there til 3 but not so well with the afternoon girls. Everyday when I get there, they are holding her because she was or is crying. It breaks my heart but i know it will get better. One of the great things about my job is I get there to pick her up by 3:30 every day. Emarie loves music these days. Everytime she hears music she start dancing and just gets a big smile on her face. She's such a joy!!&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are busy as always! It was announced in the newsstar today about me being inducted in the ULM hall of fame. This is such an honor!! I can't wait for Feb 26, mainly because lots of family are coming in to celebrate the special day with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now but I am going to try real hard to do this more regularly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1607806139043089909?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1607806139043089909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1607806139043089909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1607806139043089909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1607806139043089909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2011/01/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2196658366028432086</id><published>2010-12-16T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:57:50.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just love taking the kids to do as many Christmas activities as we can. They have so much fun and I love to see the look on their faces. This train we went to had 4 cars decorated with train sets, santa, lights and many other things. The kids loved it!! Unfortunately we haven't done many this year but maybe we can make up for it in CA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boarding the Express Train that passed through Monroe. Very cute!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551339572377619890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpR7ccjDbI/AAAAAAAAB7A/qzUzdcG9PS4/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Our QUICK visit with Santa &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551339566055368274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpR7E5NJlI/AAAAAAAAB64/TKL935LbsqQ/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Fascinated by all the lights &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551339561402475602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpR6zj3pFI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-21pFV5SsNY/s320/IMG_3746.JPG" /&gt;The front of the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551339552202835634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpR6RSgRrI/AAAAAAAAB6o/FXlIZMHo24w/s320/IMG_3750.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2196658366028432086?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2196658366028432086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2196658366028432086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2196658366028432086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2196658366028432086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/12/express-train.html' title='Express Train'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpR7ccjDbI/AAAAAAAAB7A/qzUzdcG9PS4/s72-c/IMG_3736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1731937350054424006</id><published>2010-12-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:49:17.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorate the Tree With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We put our tree up very early this year, the day before Thanksgiving!! We figured since we were leaving for Cali on the 16th we would have to make it worth our while! It came out a little funny looking since we could only decorate from about half way up. The tree is only about 5 ft tall but Isabelle was impressed. She said,"That's the biggest tree I ever seen!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emarie is excited about the whole thing! That's her devious little look.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551336002738871442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpOrqgWXJI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gXAYhDXZQBg/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" /&gt;Ho,Ho,Ho&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551335993126088258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpOrGse7kI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/p5jinIRutJU/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551335993589592162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpOrIa_cGI/AAAAAAAAB6I/R_yXtXLtP7g/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Proud of her fairies ornament&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551337828439550978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpQV7xT7AI/AAAAAAAAB6g/WQmxbKhzcEs/s320/IMG_3730.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1731937350054424006?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1731937350054424006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1731937350054424006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1731937350054424006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1731937350054424006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/12/decorate-tree-with-love.html' title='Decorate the Tree With Love'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TQpOrqgWXJI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gXAYhDXZQBg/s72-c/IMG_3727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6971610620446029522</id><published>2010-10-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:15:05.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot at Curry Farm 10/17/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going through the corn maze&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533564014127614962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsrJxv2C_I/AAAAAAAAB54/O4NsX4sssmY/s320/IMG_3416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were there to visit the pumpkins but the trees were so pretty &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533564012687381970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsrJsYd1dI/AAAAAAAAB5w/nbA3Vi8-CUI/s320/IMG_3419.JPG" /&gt;Impossible to get them all looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsrJAivJiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/73m7de76ePM/s1600/IMG_3425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533564000919299618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsrJAivJiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/73m7de76ePM/s320/IMG_3425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqkw4V_sI/AAAAAAAAB5M/oMNf_WDk96c/s1600/IMG_3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563378239667906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqkw4V_sI/AAAAAAAAB5M/oMNf_WDk96c/s320/IMG_3430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqkS9J3GI/AAAAAAAAB5E/MqREGxKNe9E/s1600/IMG_3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563370206780514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqkS9J3GI/AAAAAAAAB5E/MqREGxKNe9E/s320/IMG_3433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqjkcoPtI/AAAAAAAAB48/q2amM6t2lX8/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563357722328786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqjkcoPtI/AAAAAAAAB48/q2amM6t2lX8/s320/IMG_3435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqjYjYXqI/AAAAAAAAB40/emqWxp0w2W4/s1600/IMG_3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563354529423010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqjYjYXqI/AAAAAAAAB40/emqWxp0w2W4/s320/IMG_3439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the hayride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqPqGFhRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/H45ElTtKVuE/s1600/IMG_3440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563015641007378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqPqGFhRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/H45ElTtKVuE/s320/IMG_3440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqPHVzdwI/AAAAAAAAB4k/seRIZBQCzlw/s1600/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563006311692034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqPHVzdwI/AAAAAAAAB4k/seRIZBQCzlw/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqOyU-oTI/AAAAAAAAB4c/zvinqg5GUNc/s1600/IMG_3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563000671084850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsqOyU-oTI/AAAAAAAAB4c/zvinqg5GUNc/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swinging...love the smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsphb-y9QI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/FLgqxrdQwnA/s1600/IMG_3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533562221578351874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsphb-y9QI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/FLgqxrdQwnA/s320/IMG_3491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspg0M_cuI/AAAAAAAAB4I/CWAectiqDFM/s1600/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533562210900472546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspg0M_cuI/AAAAAAAAB4I/CWAectiqDFM/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspgX-tzYI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Gi2Je090twc/s1600/IMG_3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533562203324403074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspgX-tzYI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Gi2Je090twc/s320/IMG_3497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspfzJU_3I/AAAAAAAAB34/GDc4Bn4uq8Y/s1600/IMG_3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533562193436802930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspfzJU_3I/AAAAAAAAB34/GDc4Bn4uq8Y/s320/IMG_3498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspRCpYH5I/AAAAAAAAB3w/RIt8EgDvEhU/s1600/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561939899719570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspRCpYH5I/AAAAAAAAB3w/RIt8EgDvEhU/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspQU9_rjI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ru5oSQvtHLc/s1600/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561927638167090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspQU9_rjI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ru5oSQvtHLc/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspQEPV5QI/AAAAAAAAB3g/EDnWPbXYd-w/s1600/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561923147523330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspQEPV5QI/AAAAAAAAB3g/EDnWPbXYd-w/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspPsmJn7I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/7d0wfyhqZdg/s1600/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561916800737202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspPsmJn7I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/7d0wfyhqZdg/s320/IMG_3506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family...once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspENAvs3I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/krpi1iVMYKI/s1600/IMG_3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561719343788914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspENAvs3I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/krpi1iVMYKI/s320/IMG_3510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspDbCbIEI/AAAAAAAAB3I/UTd1-9fxOls/s1600/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561705929056322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspDbCbIEI/AAAAAAAAB3I/UTd1-9fxOls/s320/IMG_3517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspDCNcQFI/AAAAAAAAB3A/XxDAhTb5578/s1600/IMG_3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561699264381010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspDCNcQFI/AAAAAAAAB3A/XxDAhTb5578/s320/IMG_3522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspCzKERjI/AAAAAAAAB24/ZhACcFF37NE/s1600/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561695223694898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMspCzKERjI/AAAAAAAAB24/ZhACcFF37NE/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6971610620446029522?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6971610620446029522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6971610620446029522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6971610620446029522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6971610620446029522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-shoot-at-curry-farm-101710.html' title='Photo Shoot at Curry Farm 10/17/10'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsrJxv2C_I/AAAAAAAAB54/O4NsX4sssmY/s72-c/IMG_3416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5937864934481269837</id><published>2010-10-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:50:00.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmdz8a8XI/AAAAAAAAB2w/jomDwf_dAQA/s1600/IMG_3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558860756480370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmdz8a8XI/AAAAAAAAB2w/jomDwf_dAQA/s320/IMG_3545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy to be sitting in grandmas lap away from the pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmT9dLiLI/AAAAAAAAB2g/2F6cWu0SAdg/s1600/IMG_3547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558691511109810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmT9dLiLI/AAAAAAAAB2g/2F6cWu0SAdg/s320/IMG_3547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too sure about the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmTm_TlnI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/7To9mmk0yHU/s1600/IMG_3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558685480228466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmTm_TlnI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/7To9mmk0yHU/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton with his cool pack on head posing with pumpkin he carved ALL BY HIMSELF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmAlZHfFI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/QUBgjlBWF0E/s1600/IMG_3551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558358634101842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmAlZHfFI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/QUBgjlBWF0E/s320/IMG_3551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braden with "his" pumpkin I carved =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(that's supposed to be a ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmAclTswI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ySimUQYbwpo/s1600/IMG_3553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558356269314818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmAclTswI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ySimUQYbwpo/s320/IMG_3553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group with their pumpins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsl_7ZgjqI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TIC5nPkaI2o/s1600/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558347361455778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsl_7ZgjqI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TIC5nPkaI2o/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5937864934481269837?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5937864934481269837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5937864934481269837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5937864934481269837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5937864934481269837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-carving-2010.html' title='Pumpkin Carving 2010'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TMsmdz8a8XI/AAAAAAAAB2w/jomDwf_dAQA/s72-c/IMG_3545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1504884339243258907</id><published>2010-10-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:51:00.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>Time just keeps on going by too fast and the kids keep growing too fast. I wish I had a recorder so I could remember all the sweet, funny conversations. Isabelle keeps me on my toes and always laughing. The other day she says,"ONC mommy, ONC...You forgot to read my book." Very confused I said,"huh??" She says,"O-N-C...you forgot to read my book!" I said,"Did you mean OMG??" She says,"Yeah, yeah, OMG!" So then the other night we are at Kohls and she walks by this outfit and says,"OMG mommy, this is sooooo cute!"  Yesterday she's trying to get water out of the refridgerator but ice kept coming. Finally, she says,"mommy, can you change this to water because it is really frustrating me!" She is extremely prissy! All she wants to wear are dresses and she never wants her hair up because she says it's prettier when its down and long. lol She has been doing dance 5 weeks now and absolutely LOVES it!! I have to say, she's pretty darn cute! She loves to come to my school and go to the "pepper ally's" or pep rally's. She says she wants to go because she has to watch the cheerleaders so she can be one some day.&lt;br /&gt;Easton is about 8 weeks into kindergarden and seems to be catching on. He's not thrilled about going everyday but seems to love it when he gets home. He is learning to read and loves to grab a book and "read" it all by himself. He's playing soccer and really seems to like it. He scored his first goal last week and was so proud. He's quite the team player though. we have one little boy who scores the majority of our goals and last week after Nate scored, Easton ran over and high fived him and said,"That's my boy!" &lt;br /&gt;Emarie is still my sweet little Emarie! She'll walk til she realizes it's alot faster to crawl and off she goes on all 4's. She's trying to talk and mimics everything we say and do. She's officially off the bottle which makes me sad. But she's got her thumb and that is her best friend these days. that and her blankie...she's a snuggler.&lt;br /&gt;Braden is doing great in the 3rd grade. He made1 B and the rest A's on his first report card. =) He's playing his first year of tackle football and loves it. He can't get enough and is now convinced he wants to be a professional football player when he grows up. He also loves to watch it on tv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1504884339243258907?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1504884339243258907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1504884339243258907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1504884339243258907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1504884339243258907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2441467860814416246</id><published>2010-09-12T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:10:24.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 4, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171627442968706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1g3oXTmII/AAAAAAAAB14/ua5hZSQs1zo/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Love it!!! Wish they could always get along like this!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1g21XLXVI/AAAAAAAAB1w/kQ1xQ4THgYU/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171613752221010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1g21XLXVI/AAAAAAAAB1w/kQ1xQ4THgYU/s320/IMG_3224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing in the spiderweb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1gjzHoysI/AAAAAAAAB1o/mH7WWbsJKA4/s1600/IMG_3225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171286732655298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1gjzHoysI/AAAAAAAAB1o/mH7WWbsJKA4/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my Belle &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ghrs1KPI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nMuwUrp0jvQ/s1600/IMG_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516171250381433074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ghrs1KPI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/nMuwUrp0jvQ/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2441467860814416246?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2441467860814416246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2441467860814416246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2441467860814416246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2441467860814416246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-day-at-zoo.html' title='Fun day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1g3oXTmII/AAAAAAAAB14/ua5hZSQs1zo/s72-c/IMG_3220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6947270675924836594</id><published>2010-09-12T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T06:14:54.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This pic cracks me up! This is what I go through every time I try to take pics of all kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easton(Kindergarten), Isabelle(Pre-K 3), Braden(3rd grade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516169313568576482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ew8gqU-I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ThmBGzZQF1Y/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love Isabelle's face&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516169303287565858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ewWNejiI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IWWk7RncYNU/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Clowning once again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516169298590166498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ewEth7eI/AAAAAAAAB1A/JBUwsNGx7ag/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So much fun!!! I was NOT telling them to be goofy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1evgWiXlI/AAAAAAAAB04/yLx7wu7tmpE/s1600/IMG_3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516169288830049874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1evgWiXlI/AAAAAAAAB04/yLx7wu7tmpE/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6947270675924836594?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6947270675924836594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6947270675924836594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6947270675924836594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6947270675924836594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school-2010.html' title='First Day of School 2010'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ew8gqU-I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ThmBGzZQF1Y/s72-c/IMG_3215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-540181184004528698</id><published>2010-09-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:06:08.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday Easton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Easton had such a great time at his party with his brother, sisters, cousins and friends! I can't believe my baby boy is 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164488776025634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1aYGwehiI/AAAAAAAAB0A/zZw9B6agsYI/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;He couldn't decide what kind he wanted so I made him a special cake with a little Batman, Spiderman and Buzz &amp;amp; Woody!! Turned out so cute and I had a blast making it. =) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163670948629730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ZogHOzOI/AAAAAAAABzo/g1D2rM6YmWE/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" /&gt;Absolutely love that smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ZpO9d1bI/AAAAAAAABzw/XogxdGZXpfQ/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163683524138418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ZpO9d1bI/AAAAAAAABzw/XogxdGZXpfQ/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make a wish..... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164482389132642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1aXu9uRWI/AAAAAAAABz4/N9xNbIVb9Cg/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" /&gt;A little slip-n-slide fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164496927404162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1aYlH6sII/AAAAAAAAB0I/5iBCdZ2DcI4/s320/IMG_3182.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jacob flying through the sky &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164504377075074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1aZA4DpYI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/k36efx99aBM/s320/IMG_3192.JPG" /&gt;And finally, the pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163663709025586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1ZoFJLNTI/AAAAAAAABzg/PSchWZUBf3U/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-540181184004528698?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/540181184004528698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=540181184004528698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/540181184004528698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/540181184004528698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-5th-birthday-easton.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday Easton'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/TI1aYGwehiI/AAAAAAAAB0A/zZw9B6agsYI/s72-c/IMG_3175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-627443344600172206</id><published>2010-05-10T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:03:00.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was mothers day weekend. We had a very relaxing couple of days. Easton and Isabelle had their 3rd weeball game and it went surprisingly well. Isabelle got up to bat and had to make sure everyone was watching. Her second at bat she swung and missed a couple then she swung, spun around and hit it the second time around. She took off running so we just left it at that. Emarie clapped for the first time. It shocked me! I was playing with her and said,"yay!!" along with clapping and she did it right back. Still no,"ma-ma," but we're working on it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were driving in the car and Isabelle would not be quiet(imagine that). So scott told her she needed to quit talking for a minute. She asked why and he told her that mommy and daddy needed to talk she she was talking too much. Her response,"that's nonsense!" I don't know where that girl comes up with some of the things she says. For mothers day yesterday the kids(and Scott of course) gave me a necklace with their birthstones. I LOVE it!!! Easton and Scott made me pancakes. Easton had to show Scott because he had never made them before. lol &lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at Mimi's, then me and the kids hung out while Scott had to go to work. Easton cleaned my car for me, we went for a walk, played outside and played a little wii. I even got to go on a nice long walk when Scott got home. It was a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-627443344600172206?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/627443344600172206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=627443344600172206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/627443344600172206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/627443344600172206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4247516065053904199</id><published>2010-04-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:49:41.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Gold Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pSYxxg0zI/AAAAAAAAByg/UrefhXEhHnE/s1600/IMG_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465771683398865714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pSYxxg0zI/AAAAAAAAByg/UrefhXEhHnE/s320/IMG_1714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabelle was quite the entertainer at the Super Bowl party. She would sing Black and gold in da supa bowl. She also heard me saying the pants on ground song. So first she learned "Farve on the ground, Farve on the ground,lookin like a fool wisha farve on the ground. Then of course it was Peyton on the ground. If you asked her "who dat?" she would reply "beat dem saints." lol...she cracks me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4247516065053904199?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4247516065053904199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4247516065053904199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4247516065053904199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4247516065053904199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-and-gold-super-bowl.html' title='Black and Gold Super Bowl'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pSYxxg0zI/AAAAAAAAByg/UrefhXEhHnE/s72-c/IMG_1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5298886402043762969</id><published>2010-04-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:32:49.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Stinkin Cute</title><content type='html'>About a month ago Isabelle was in her room getting dressed and I over hear her say to herself, "I'm gonna be so stinkin cute!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5298886402043762969?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5298886402043762969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5298886402043762969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5298886402043762969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5298886402043762969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-stinkin-cute.html' title='So Stinkin Cute'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-9189180104896539658</id><published>2010-04-29T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:33:27.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emarie at 7 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can't believe my Emarie is 7 months old. She is growing too fast! Poor baby has had it rough with being sick so much but she is still just so content. She got her first tooth April 19. Grandma was in town and I had gone to the dentist. When I got home she told me Emarie had a surprise for me. =) I haven't gotten a pic of it yet, it's still hard to see. She's so easy to please. She's usually happy as long as she's fed and rested. She loves new toys and will roll around on the floor and play. It's amazes me because Easton and Isabelle were never that easy. She hasn't said mama or dada yet. I'm trying to get the mama out first but so for nothing but a bunch of babbles. This past Sunday, April 25, she started sitting up. And again, grandma was here for that. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showing off her new skill &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465736377142390738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oyRruAr9I/AAAAAAAABw0/LcHNNgZyYp4/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So Sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465735545507269538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oxhRovy6I/AAAAAAAABws/RGgRmTrF0Ag/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The other night Scott was playing with her. I guess he scared her and I happened to have the camera in hand when she made these saddest faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little upset....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465707561311496098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oYEYYjZ6I/AAAAAAAABwE/eEKT0HYJsXk/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465707555872753586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oYEEH2x7I/AAAAAAAABv8/u8dvE54Dx_s/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sooo upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465707550948869842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oYDxx6RtI/AAAAAAAABv0/8rixwAsvsKU/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And crying...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465707545076684962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oYDb532KI/AAAAAAAABvs/GlkyO-OAxz4/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-9189180104896539658?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/9189180104896539658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=9189180104896539658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/9189180104896539658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/9189180104896539658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/04/emarie-at-7-months.html' title='Emarie at 7 Months'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S9oyRruAr9I/AAAAAAAABw0/LcHNNgZyYp4/s72-c/IMG_2093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2540303413974132452</id><published>2010-04-07T11:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:28:55.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biedenharn 2010</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love taking the kids to Biedenharn every year to take pics. This was our 4th year to go and the kidsdidgreat.The flowers were beautiful and the Crutcher Family got to come too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Braden &amp;amp; Caelleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Best Buds"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465656139285917058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9npTOaR7YI/AAAAAAAABvk/GyaXh7AfTdQ/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;LOVE the yellow flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465655509377210818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nouj0V2cI/AAAAAAAABvc/11amTzGSW5E/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Easton and "the best friend" Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465655498528165122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9not7ZujQI/AAAAAAAABvM/9MXz8_qS9QI/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Easton(4), Emarie(6mo),Braden(9) &amp;amp; Isabelle(3)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465655489116847778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9notYV5PqI/AAAAAAAABvE/k69v0juLEHI/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Cousins-Caelleb, Braden, Easton,Trystyn,Emarie,Tia &amp;amp; Isabelle&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noGNxrSbI/AAAAAAAABu8/UsbgQG_IBLE/s1600/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465654816265685426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noGNxrSbI/AAAAAAAABu8/UsbgQG_IBLE/s320/IMG_1948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Future Best Friends =)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noF76VVmI/AAAAAAAABu0/UQngT7UCDwA/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465654811470157410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noF76VVmI/AAAAAAAABu0/UQngT7UCDwA/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a good big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noFrEOO1I/AAAAAAAABus/5-MSXMNSmE4/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465654806948232018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noFrEOO1I/AAAAAAAABus/5-MSXMNSmE4/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noE_E0zRI/AAAAAAAABuk/N6RcXeDXSZA/s1600/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465654795139599634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noE_E0zRI/AAAAAAAABuk/N6RcXeDXSZA/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noErjwZWI/AAAAAAAABuc/xYMECMOJCEU/s1600/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465654789900625250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9noErjwZWI/AAAAAAAABuc/xYMECMOJCEU/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got everyone looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnHtjPq7I/AAAAAAAABuU/JFc5tWebyf4/s1600/IMG_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653742463331250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnHtjPq7I/AAAAAAAABuU/JFc5tWebyf4/s320/IMG_2027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Crutchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnHNCNn2I/AAAAAAAABuM/YfGKrXprQKM/s1600/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653733734850402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnHNCNn2I/AAAAAAAABuM/YfGKrXprQKM/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy's Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnG5KYZ5I/AAAAAAAABuE/mlD5pXnlQcQ/s1600/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653728400402322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnG5KYZ5I/AAAAAAAABuE/mlD5pXnlQcQ/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle doing what she's not supposed to do...imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnGuDntGI/AAAAAAAABt8/bfJElvQ0LkM/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653725419254882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnGuDntGI/AAAAAAAABt8/bfJElvQ0LkM/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnGEf4fAI/AAAAAAAABt0/wYnxp9EjwRE/s1600/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653714263505922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9nnGEf4fAI/AAAAAAAABt0/wYnxp9EjwRE/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2540303413974132452?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2540303413974132452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2540303413974132452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2540303413974132452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2540303413974132452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/04/biedenharn-2010.html' title='Biedenharn 2010'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S9npTOaR7YI/AAAAAAAABvk/GyaXh7AfTdQ/s72-c/IMG_1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4860139310144406446</id><published>2010-03-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:15:08.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Missouri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; March 13-18,2010&lt;/div&gt;The first half of spring break I took the kids to Missouri to meet our new cousin Trystyn. We made a stop in Little Rock and picked up grandma to go on the trip with us. Nobdy but me and her knew she was coming so it was a great surprise. We had a great time visiting,watching Caelleb's basketball, playing mario cart and of course Bonkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emarie was so fascinated by Trystyn. I think it was love at first site! =) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465761098761959282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pIwq7a93I/AAAAAAAAByY/oy8YxmP1ON8/s320/Taina+House+031.jpg" /&gt;So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465760912986304082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pIl23DblI/AAAAAAAAByQ/JziZ_jfHMtY/s320/Taina+House+070.jpg" /&gt;Emarie trying to eat Trystyn &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465760905134034722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pIlZm7TyI/AAAAAAAAByI/ZUAWuLC0rBc/s320/Taina+House+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465760169352653410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pH6km-amI/AAAAAAAABx4/lZ138I7hj-k/s320/Taina+House+080.jpg" /&gt;Holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pH6Nyi6lI/AAAAAAAABxw/o6Bv3fQtKdc/s1600/Taina+House+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465760163227167314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pH6Nyi6lI/AAAAAAAABxw/o6Bv3fQtKdc/s320/Taina+House+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trystyn smiling one of her first smiles at Easton, he has a way with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pGnA2rt7I/AAAAAAAABxQ/KnW--Ql_WEw/s1600/Taina+House+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465758733825718194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pGnA2rt7I/AAAAAAAABxQ/KnW--Ql_WEw/s320/Taina+House+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4860139310144406446?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4860139310144406446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4860139310144406446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4860139310144406446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4860139310144406446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-to-missouri.html' title='Trip to Missouri'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pIwq7a93I/AAAAAAAAByY/oy8YxmP1ON8/s72-c/Taina+House+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5288665962412144712</id><published>2010-03-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:31:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 19,2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott and I actually spent Isabelle real birthday in New Orleans watching the Saints. I felt terrible, but we didn't let her know it was her birthday. We then celebrated 3 days later. She insisted on having her party at skatetown so skating it was. She was too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458721115073945474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S8FF7r_oH4I/AAAAAAAABts/gihEKszkGQg/s320/IMG_1474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458718988320074450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S8FD_5N_atI/AAAAAAAABtk/_5fSakAMfE8/s320/IMG_1462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458718984657243810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S8FD_rktDqI/AAAAAAAABtc/_asJ6TPQwIg/s320/IMG_1460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5288665962412144712?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5288665962412144712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5288665962412144712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5288665962412144712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5288665962412144712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-3rd-birthday.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S8FF7r_oH4I/AAAAAAAABts/gihEKszkGQg/s72-c/IMG_1474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8337609680465052989</id><published>2010-02-28T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:08:33.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind of a 4 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Easton wakes up this morning and tells me we have to pray before we get out of bed. So here is his prayer: "Dear God, please help me stop peeing on myself when I sleep. And help us if a tornado comes, please let us have enough blankets to keep us safe. Please watch grandma and Taina. Keep them safe. Keep grandma safe when she comes to see me and her plane crashes. When her plane crashes, keep grandma safe.......Amen."  LOL...gotta love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8337609680465052989?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8337609680465052989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8337609680465052989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8337609680465052989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8337609680465052989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/02/mind-of-4-year-old.html' title='The Mind of a 4 Year Old'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2896315472347506490</id><published>2010-02-10T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:07:51.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of taking the kids to the parade,we were in the parade. Our float was kinda sorry ,lol, but the kids had a blast. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465774319583717394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUyOU9aBI/AAAAAAAABzA/FXNVLbCIoUo/s320/IMG_1682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465774315029260002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUx9XF5uI/AAAAAAAABy4/avvv2t1oOJs/s320/IMG_1684.jpg" /&gt;Later that night we partied with the Krewe of Janus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465775571649015234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pV7GolrcI/AAAAAAAABzI/0yduWRs1wdg/s320/IMG_1694.jpg" /&gt;The theme all night was of course the Saints!!! Who Dat?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465775576813667474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pV7Z38BJI/AAAAAAAABzQ/49tcNCqs03E/s320/IMG_1697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUDOIk_nI/AAAAAAAAByw/g1wjXcRpz4s/s1600/IMG_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465773512077934194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUDOIk_nI/AAAAAAAAByw/g1wjXcRpz4s/s320/IMG_1711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a blast and obviously caught so many beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUC2jqMXI/AAAAAAAAByo/D9uK1jmxW60/s1600/IMG_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465773505749070194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUC2jqMXI/AAAAAAAAByo/D9uK1jmxW60/s320/IMG_1709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2896315472347506490?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2896315472347506490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2896315472347506490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2896315472347506490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2896315472347506490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/02/mardi-gras.html' title='Mardi Gras'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S9pUyOU9aBI/AAAAAAAABzA/FXNVLbCIoUo/s72-c/IMG_1682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5345149499686519842</id><published>2010-02-07T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:04:33.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NFC Championship Game</title><content type='html'>On January 24 Scott and I went to the NFC Championship game. We had gone to the Saints/Cowboy game earlier in the year and had such a great time we decied to go back. It was very tiring making the 4 and a half hour trip all in one day BUT so worth it!!! We got down there in time to enjoy the atmosphere around the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Party bus...they were having so much fun, they seemed to especially enjoy harrassing the Vikings Fans!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435697184888322466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295ykPb-aI/AAAAAAAABtE/SnK487bwlUs/s320/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Bourbon Street a couple hours before kick-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435697175240384066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295yATMHkI/AAAAAAAABs8/MlgX36YMeY4/s320/IMG_1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; This amazed me...people had coolers all down the road to the dome selling beer...only in New Orleans!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435697173640875506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295x6V1jfI/AAAAAAAABs0/NxO_cHPNoMs/s320/IMG_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You can't really see it but these guys were on top of their car dancing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435696727186304946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295X7Kxb7I/AAAAAAAABss/WP65HB821EQ/s320/IMG_1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Saints are coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435696705589451426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295WqtrmqI/AAAAAAAABsU/NISc7uaBv5g/s320/IMG_1638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aside from wanting to see history be made, and of course rooting for the Saints, I was also VERY excited about seeing Brett Farve play. If you zoom in you will see that is him in the huddle WAY down there!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295Xc_A9nI/AAAAAAAABsk/013x-X1kNqw/s1600-h/IMG_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435696719083927154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295Xc_A9nI/AAAAAAAABsk/013x-X1kNqw/s320/IMG_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott "Getting Crunk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295XGpicSI/AAAAAAAABsc/gvweaUNBbWo/s1600-h/IMG_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435696713088266530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S295XGpicSI/AAAAAAAABsc/gvweaUNBbWo/s320/IMG_1661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5345149499686519842?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5345149499686519842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5345149499686519842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5345149499686519842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5345149499686519842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/02/nfc-championship-game.html' title='NFC Championship Game'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S295ykPb-aI/AAAAAAAABtE/SnK487bwlUs/s72-c/IMG_1622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-906124130141420119</id><published>2010-01-28T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:19:00.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Udate</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog I thought it would be a great way to remember the little things that you would like to look back on and remember. It's sad to say, but I don't keep a baby book so this is my "record" of what the kids are doing. I have been doing such a terrible job so I decided to update the blog on what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden is now more than half way through his second grade year. He is doing great, making A and B honor roll every 6 weeks. He seems to like school and has gotten hooked on The Diary of A Wimpy Kid book series. He played football again and with Scott as his coach they got 3rd place. I can't believe next year he will move up to tackle! He is in the middle of basketball right now. He loves it!!! Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; and Scott are the coaches and so far they are 2-1, I think. Braden is such a good big brother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; LOVES having him around and it's so cute to see them wrestling around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; has even started going with Braden to his friends around the neighborhood and thinks it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K 4 and I can't say he is loving it. He's in class with his best friend/cousin Jacob but on most days he would rather just stay home and be in his pajamas all day.He told me the other day he didn't want to go to school because he would miss me.  He has recently started Karate. The first week he loved it then he was getting to a point where he didn't want to go. But last Saturday he earned some yellow tape on his belt which just means he's making progress. He was so proud and he has really been excited ever since to go because he wants more "stickers." He loves to read, play games on the computer, talk(he will talk your ear off) and watch movies. He asked this morning how hot is is in dinosaur land. I told him I didn't know and he said, "well, look it up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;interneck&lt;/span&gt;." =) Like Braden, he has become quite the big brother. He loves to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Emarie&lt;/span&gt; and he will get in her face and talk "baby talk" to her til she smiles. He thinks her smiling is very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle just recently turned 3(pics to come soon). She keeps us on our toes with her non-stop energy. She literally can not sit still for more than 30 seconds unless she is watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;(and even then she doesn't always sit still) or being read to. She's got a little attitude that you can't help but love. This morning she wanted me to hold her but I told her I couldn't because I had to get ready.  She said,"Well momma, since you won't hold me, you can't be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baw&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt;." Last night, she had on her barbie princess dress and told me, "Mommy, if you get up and dance with me, you will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;baw&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pwincess&lt;/span&gt; too." Her favorite activity at school is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tumble bus&lt;/span&gt; and from I hear she is very good. =) She just started at a new daycare beginning of this month and seems to really like it. She impressed her teachers the first week when they told her to count the numbers on the wall and she started saying,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;, dos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tres&lt;/span&gt;, etc." The director told me this morning that they were talking and instead of saying daddy they said d-a-d-d-y and Isabelle turned around and said ,"Are you talking about my daddy?" You can't get anything by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least there is my sweet little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Emarie&lt;/span&gt;. And sweet is really an understatement. You look at her and she smiles. The only time she is not happy is when she is hungry or tired. I took her to have her pics made last night and the lady asked if she was always that happy. I get that all the time because it doesn't matter who you are, if you look at her, she's going to smile. She is sleeping in her own bed, in her own room, for the most part all night long. She is pretty much rolling over. She can't get her arm out from under her so she rolls on her tummy then just rolls right back over. She absolutely LOVES her jumper. She goes crazy in the thing. I'm pretty sure teeth are in our near future. She drools like crazy and puts everything in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are very busy these days! Probably the most excitement in our lives now(other than our wonderful kids) is the Saints!!!! We went to New Orleans and saw them lose to the Cowboys back in December but despite them losing we had so much fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, I did a crazy thing and bought tickets to the NFC Championship(more pics to come) game last Sunday. We had a blast but I have paid for it all week long. It was a long day driving there and back but so so worth it. Now we have the Super Bowl to look forward to. You would think with me not coaching life would be crazy busy. Not so much...it's always something. There's Braden's basketball, Scott working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, Karate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. appointments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Awanas&lt;/span&gt;... Just always seems to be something. I am competing to be the next "Biggest Loser" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sterlington&lt;/span&gt; High School. The first week I did great and lost a little over 3 pounds. This week I slacked off and only lost .3 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is a good enough update for now. I'm going to try to do this more often. The kids are growing up way to fast and I don't want to forget all the little things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-906124130141420119?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/906124130141420119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=906124130141420119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/906124130141420119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/906124130141420119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-udate.html' title='Family Udate'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5931379473273560906</id><published>2010-01-15T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:00:02.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your World"</title><content type='html'>I put this on facebook but this is definitely one I don't want to forget! Last night at dinner we were about half way through the meal and Isabelle says,"Wait! We didn't say grace!" So we all stop to say it. Everyone but Easton, he didn't want to quit eating so Scott was fussing at him. He FINALLY quit and Isabelle said her prayer. Then Scott says, "Dear God, please let me have patience to deal with Easton." He asked if I had anything to say but I thought we were pressing our luck to begin with. So we start eating and Easton says,"I have a prayer." In the most serious voice, he says,"Dear God, I wish daddy lived in your world. Amen" Scott and I looked at eachother and couldn't help but laugh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5931379473273560906?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5931379473273560906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5931379473273560906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5931379473273560906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5931379473273560906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-world.html' title='&quot;Your World&quot;'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2609241215330572262</id><published>2010-01-10T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:01:49.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few New Pics</title><content type='html'>These 2 pics pretty much sum up how easy Emarie is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was awake...grandma was talking, and asleep she went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282454340207106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5pdkbggI/AAAAAAAABsM/y9wTc8Tsq30/s320/IMG_1581.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One minute she is happily playing, next minute...sound asleep!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282428649435314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5n93RcLI/AAAAAAAABrs/w2da45On5Kc/s320/IMG_1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabelle cooking up her specialty for grandma in her new blender.  She took turns bringing people in her kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282448876265074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5pJNuXnI/AAAAAAAABsE/jncV8O6QwcQ/s320/IMG_1579.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Grandpa rocking Emarie just like he did me when I was a baby!My mom said all we were missing was a little, "Blue Eyes Cryin in the rain."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5ogX45GI/AAAAAAAABr8/3s_XytTHzpc/s1600-h/IMG_1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282437913044066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5ogX45GI/AAAAAAAABr8/3s_XytTHzpc/s320/IMG_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton with 2 hats(there's a black one on top of the LSU) playing with his barn.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5oTqAOlI/AAAAAAAABr0/19h16mYyvb0/s1600-h/IMG_1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282434499361362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5oTqAOlI/AAAAAAAABr0/19h16mYyvb0/s320/IMG_1575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2609241215330572262?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2609241215330572262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2609241215330572262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2609241215330572262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2609241215330572262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-new-pics.html' title='Few New Pics'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/S0p5pdkbggI/AAAAAAAABsM/y9wTc8Tsq30/s72-c/IMG_1581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5387414429609059485</id><published>2010-01-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:48:26.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>Conversation with Isabelle tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: I'm having a bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who told you that?(I just knew she didnt come up with it on her own)&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: I's watchin Imagination Movers and they said bad hair day...so I looked in the mirror, and I'm having a bad hair day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, her hair was all over the place! The things that child comes up with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5387414429609059485?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5387414429609059485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5387414429609059485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5387414429609059485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5387414429609059485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-511839492052405300</id><published>2009-12-17T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:28:37.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>The other day Easton was doing a puzzle. He said,"Look mom, I'm doing it all by myself!" I said, "Wow, that's great!! I'm so proud of you." Then to my mom, thinking he wasn't paying attention, I said,"I've never seen him do one of those by himself." Then Easton says,"I'm growing up mom." Too cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-511839492052405300?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/511839492052405300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=511839492052405300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/511839492052405300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/511839492052405300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3952680347938398707</id><published>2009-12-15T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:14:31.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumb Sucker</title><content type='html'>Emarie started sucking her thumb about 3 weeks ago. It's pretty cute!!! Probably won't be in about 4 years but right now, I have to give the thumb credit for her sleeping 10-12 hours at night!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415653959533243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhElTRqqsI/AAAAAAAABrk/0Bi5ITlmdI8/s320/IMG_1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651468668606194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhCUUFQlvI/AAAAAAAABrc/GJTBHBoZt4g/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhCT_jDlLI/AAAAAAAABrU/epgJgKZPPOs/s1600-h/Iphone+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651463156438194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhCT_jDlLI/AAAAAAAABrU/epgJgKZPPOs/s320/Iphone+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhCTlx_qkI/AAAAAAAABrM/ZNdt1hEL_go/s1600-h/Iphone+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651456239774274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhCTlx_qkI/AAAAAAAABrM/ZNdt1hEL_go/s320/Iphone+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3990207791521004841-3952680347938398707?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3952680347938398707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3952680347938398707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3952680347938398707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3952680347938398707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/thumb-sucker.html' title='Thumb Sucker'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SyhElTRqqsI/AAAAAAAABrk/0Bi5ITlmdI8/s72-c/IMG_1193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6945394997996878471</id><published>2009-12-15T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:04:25.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry's Christmas Tree Farm</title><content type='html'>Even though we did notget our tree here the kids had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scott &amp;amp; Belle pumping the water to make the ducks go&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415643193108432098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Syg6ynN9hOI/AAAAAAAABrE/we-oyZyiY2Q/s320/IMG_1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle on the train ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415643190212118082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Syg6ycbbRkI/AAAAAAAABq8/BzbnQZNm5WU/s320/IMG_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love the little trees!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415643182367575618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Syg6x_NJDkI/AAAAAAAABq0/TIDO1bGwaHE/s320/IMG_1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6945394997996878471?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6945394997996878471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6945394997996878471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6945394997996878471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6945394997996878471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/currys-christmas-tree-farm.html' title='Curry&apos;s Christmas Tree Farm'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/Syg6ynN9hOI/AAAAAAAABrE/we-oyZyiY2Q/s72-c/IMG_1354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-697791306650619562</id><published>2009-12-14T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:22:36.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Bethlehem</title><content type='html'>Every year, one of the local churches sets up a "Journey to Bethlehem." The kids weren't quite sure what to think but seemed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making bread &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415327741640119746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sycb467HFcI/AAAAAAAABqs/Dtbkc9I6uGA/s320/IMG_1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Signing the "census"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415327737190318626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sycb4qWMgiI/AAAAAAAABqk/4b7IYI13zcw/s320/IMG_1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Man trying to sell fish &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415327730976378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sycb4TMrTJI/AAAAAAAABqc/aVoBzc0luT4/s320/IMG_1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The kids favorite...Baby Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sycb3-BaCFI/AAAAAAAABqU/w-kaQX6S2R0/s1600-h/IMG_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415327725291964498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sycb3-BaCFI/AAAAAAAABqU/w-kaQX6S2R0/s320/IMG_1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-697791306650619562?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/697791306650619562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=697791306650619562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/697791306650619562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/697791306650619562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/journey-to-bethlehem.html' title='Journey to Bethlehem'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/Sycb467HFcI/AAAAAAAABqs/Dtbkc9I6uGA/s72-c/IMG_1341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4521888809579089341</id><published>2009-12-14T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:09:13.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit With Santa</title><content type='html'>Last week Santa came to visit at AWANA. On the way there I told the kids Santa was gonna be there. Easton said,"Santa can't be at church, cuz Santa lives at the mall." We thought that was funny, apparently Santa no longer lives at North Pole but at the mall. =) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415323674240160770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycYMKrZFAI/AAAAAAAABqM/SjXKqLm6kCU/s320/IMG_1367.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Love this pic!! Thank you Hawkins for the precious outfits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415323665838318322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycYLrYPIvI/AAAAAAAABqE/OS1YR6vh9Yo/s320/IMG_1371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Easton with his bestfriend/cousin Jacob. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415323660349792770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycYLW7q4gI/AAAAAAAABp8/lf_8x-uyeCM/s320/IMG_1390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is MAJOR progress considering the last time she saw him she didn't want to get close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415322070003398642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycWuybit_I/AAAAAAAABp0/gTcyaYICTmM/s320/IMG_1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Emarie has taken up thumbsucking!!! So cute...because of it she's also sleeping 10-12 hours at night...in her own bed!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415322061364498770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycWuSP3kVI/AAAAAAAABps/3BgOmwKgt78/s320/IMG_1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycWuFrao5I/AAAAAAAABpk/9NVi5jaGVu0/s1600-h/IMG_1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415322057990382482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SycWuFrao5I/AAAAAAAABpk/9NVi5jaGVu0/s320/IMG_1394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3990207791521004841-4521888809579089341?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4521888809579089341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4521888809579089341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4521888809579089341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4521888809579089341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/visit-with-santa.html' title='A Visit With Santa'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SycYMKrZFAI/AAAAAAAABqM/SjXKqLm6kCU/s72-c/IMG_1367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8832098917267435301</id><published>2009-12-14T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:35:51.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty List</title><content type='html'>Isabelle is VERY aware of the "naughty list." She hears it very frequently. Well the other day we were driving in the car. She has a very bad habit of taking off her shoes and socks EVERY time she gets in the car. We fuss at her all the time about doing it. So, we are driving and I had just told her not to take them off. Sure enough she did. When I noticed, I said,"Isabelle,did you take your shoes off even though mommy just told you not to?" With a very guilty look she nods yes. Before I could say a word, Easton, in a tone like here we go again says, "Naughty List." Scott and I couldn't help but laugh. The funny thing is he was dead serious. Even after we laughed, he never cracked a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8832098917267435301?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8832098917267435301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8832098917267435301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8832098917267435301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8832098917267435301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/naughty-list.html' title='Naughty List'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3471775655136908667</id><published>2009-12-12T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:46:34.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hardly EVER snows in Monroe...maybe once a year. So it was very exciting for us last friday when it did!!! It didn't stick but the kids still had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabelle with her cousin Ashton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374323986757362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyO4wtY59vI/AAAAAAAABpU/RUbkDkdZNnM/s320/IMG_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scott &amp;amp; Easton(you can see snow on Scott's head)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374325259108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SyO4wyIQgKI/AAAAAAAABpc/hI8sgToH5eo/s320/IMG_1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3471775655136908667?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3471775655136908667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3471775655136908667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3471775655136908667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3471775655136908667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SyO4wtY59vI/AAAAAAAABpU/RUbkDkdZNnM/s72-c/IMG_1333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8866431799332044233</id><published>2009-12-04T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:16:00.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>I went back to February of 2007 to read on here what Isabelle was doing at 2 1/2 months and there was nothing about it...just a bunch of pics. While the pics are great I want to remember more about what they are doing. Emarie is 10 1/2 weeks and talking up a storm. It's the cutest thing. Who would have thought a bunch of ohhhh and awwww and hmmmm's could be so darn cute. Last night I took her into Easton's room to tuck him in and she had been talking to me like crazy. I told her, "Tell Easton good night." And she busted out with big, "oooooo." Easton thought that was the funniest thing. She is so sweet though and just the happiest, most content baby!! This week has probably one of the hardest since being a mom. It's like everything happened at once. Emarie got sick Sunday, I had to go back to work Monday and on top of that Scott was out of town from Monday morning til Thursday night. It was pretty rough!!! I survived though and am now looking forward to my shopping trip to Canton!! The kids are so excited for Christmas. I'm loving it too because Isabelle and Easton understand the "naughty list." Their behaviors have been much better since we visited Santa. When we saw Santa he said he was gonna be watching for who is naughty and who is nice. Someone told him Isabelle had been naughty and her eyes filled with tears and she said,"I haven't been a naughty girl." It was pretty sad. But since then I know just how to get her to behave. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8866431799332044233?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8866431799332044233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8866431799332044233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8866431799332044233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8866431799332044233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2958517568449798957</id><published>2009-11-07T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:24:32.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Please Get a Smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Emarie has been smiling for a week now and I've been trying to get a picture of it. So far this is all I've gotten... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401567470056696274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4_ssI6dI/AAAAAAAABpM/dul87olPeRk/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401567466286047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4_epJYEI/AAAAAAAABpE/ge9-35eu9b8/s320/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4OQkIeBI/AAAAAAAABo8/cbRtw2_xYWA/s1600-h/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401566620693329938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4OQkIeBI/AAAAAAAABo8/cbRtw2_xYWA/s320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4NoPAjiI/AAAAAAAABos/RyJzxfWn0VU/s1600-h/IMG_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401566609867312674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4NoPAjiI/AAAAAAAABos/RyJzxfWn0VU/s320/IMG_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess she's a little camera shy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2958517568449798957?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2958517568449798957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2958517568449798957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2958517568449798957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2958517568449798957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-i-please-get-smile.html' title='Can I Please Get a Smile...'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SvY4_ssI6dI/AAAAAAAABpM/dul87olPeRk/s72-c/IMG_1048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7598809063035415144</id><published>2009-11-07T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:00:54.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Park</title><content type='html'>When it rains 20 inches in a month you don't get out much. We took advantage of the beautiful weather on friday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401561152187830706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYzP8y0kbI/AAAAAAAABok/yFm4ya4KP1w/s320/IMG_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401561145790473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYzPk9kpnI/AAAAAAAABoc/kVWbNL0AHaw/s320/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401560275946526066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYyc8inVXI/AAAAAAAABoU/T32D_N9duxs/s320/IMG_1081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is a little blurry but I love how they are holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401560270107015218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYycmyXeDI/AAAAAAAABoM/dlawZwr9IT4/s320/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wish they always got along this well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYyceC9e3I/AAAAAAAABoE/LSke_p3NYnY/s1600-h/IMG_1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401560267760696178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYyceC9e3I/AAAAAAAABoE/LSke_p3NYnY/s320/IMG_1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7598809063035415144?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7598809063035415144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7598809063035415144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7598809063035415144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7598809063035415144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-at-park.html' title='Fun at the Park'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SvYzP8y0kbI/AAAAAAAABok/yFm4ya4KP1w/s72-c/IMG_1107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2769136825115198737</id><published>2009-11-04T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:05:56.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know You Still Love Me</title><content type='html'>My conversation with Easton the other day...&lt;br /&gt;Easton: Mommy, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Easton: Do you love Braden?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Easton: Do you love daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Easton: Well what about when you are mad at daddy? You still love him?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, just like I still love you when I get mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;Easton: But you spank me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Easton: But you put me in time out...&lt;br /&gt;Me: And I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Easton: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Since then when he gets in trouble he says,"Mommy, I know you still love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2769136825115198737?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2769136825115198737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2769136825115198737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2769136825115198737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2769136825115198737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-you-still-love-me.html' title='I know You Still Love Me'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4608058267139398245</id><published>2009-10-31T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:50:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Smiley</title><content type='html'>There was no mistaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emarie's&lt;/span&gt; first smile yesterday!! She had on some little moccasin boots and I was telling her how cute they are and she definitely liked what I was saying. Since then she has smiled a few more times when she's talked to. If she's not smiling she gets excited and waves her hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and kicks&lt;/span&gt; her feet!! So far she is still a great baby. Last night she took her last bottle at 9,went to sleep and slept til 4:40. She took another bottle and back to sleep. Let's hope that doesn't change!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4608058267139398245?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4608058267139398245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4608058267139398245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4608058267139398245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4608058267139398245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-miss-smiley.html' title='Little Miss Smiley'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8973965210172138639</id><published>2009-10-31T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:07:41.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Twos?</title><content type='html'>This conversation is not something to brag about but some day we will look back and laugh. I don't know if it's terrible two's or a sign that we've got our hands full for a long time to come...probably both!&lt;br /&gt;The other night Isabelle was helping me cook.  She was up on the counter...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Isabelle don't touch those. (She touches them) You touch them again I will put you down.&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: Well I can just climb back up there mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then I will have to spank you.&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: Well it doesn't hurt and I can spank you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about I put soap in your mouth for talking back?&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: I will just spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;I normally wouldn't go back and forth with her but I wanted to see how far she would go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8973965210172138639?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8973965210172138639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8973965210172138639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8973965210172138639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8973965210172138639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Twos?'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8968855193714775761</id><published>2009-10-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:45:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Poor baby needs to grow some hair...she looks like a little boy!!! So cute though!!! Even when she's covered in pink people still think she's a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398867366431594050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuyhQ-2alkI/AAAAAAAABn8/gcA3kZbg6yU/s320/IMG_0978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8968855193714775761?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8968855193714775761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8968855193714775761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8968855193714775761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8968855193714775761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-pumpkin.html' title='My Little Pumpkin'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SuyhQ-2alkI/AAAAAAAABn8/gcA3kZbg6yU/s72-c/IMG_0978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7232094999744500182</id><published>2009-10-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:37:17.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sumohn1qJsI/AAAAAAAABns/Lfd8W4PvIQs/s1600-h/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398030923963442882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/Sumohn1qJsI/AAAAAAAABns/Lfd8W4PvIQs/s320/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7232094999744500182?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7232094999744500182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7232094999744500182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7232094999744500182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7232094999744500182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/daddys-girls.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girls'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/Sumohn1qJsI/AAAAAAAABns/Lfd8W4PvIQs/s72-c/IMG_0959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8677982673891079123</id><published>2009-10-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:48:18.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 1 Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe Emarie is already 1 month old!!! It's gone by way too fast. We go to the dr on Monday for a checkup so I will have to update her size then. She is such a sweet baby!! Getting a little spoiled but that's ok. She sleeps great. This week she started sleeping 6-8 hours at a time. If I could get her to take her last bottle at 10 instead of 7 we will be doing real good. We had our own little photo shoot to capture the 1 month memories, I had a blast!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344967946757986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOrKEPu52I/AAAAAAAABnk/z5ibcZ3ZpWA/s320/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So serious!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344963805153154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOrJ00TB4I/AAAAAAAABnc/qVNGFP8URFI/s320/IMG_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I think that might be a smile...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOrJjyChWI/AAAAAAAABnU/g2oP8BcSW-c/s1600-h/IMG_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344959232279906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOrJjyChWI/AAAAAAAABnU/g2oP8BcSW-c/s320/IMG_0871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343631990087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOp8Ta13yI/AAAAAAAABnM/X66gXEOxRbA/s320/IMG_0878.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Easton came home from school that afternoon and he was all about his baby sister. Here is him playing peek-a-boo!! I tried to explain she probably can't see that far but it didn't matter to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343626100229762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOp79elxoI/AAAAAAAABnE/v21dJhdS9dM/s320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He held her for a good 45 minutes or so. I was hanging clothes, getting ready for a garage sale. Easton told me,"You know why I'm holding the baby? I don't think you can hang those clothes and hold her, so I will just hold her for you."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343618665978610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOp7hyIGvI/AAAAAAAABm8/ohemledfEEw/s320/IMG_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At one point she started fussing and he told me,"Mommy, usually when she cries that means you have to hold her but I think I can get her to stop crying this time." And he did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396342263939702882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOosrCNoGI/AAAAAAAABm0/qN8GwuBgDq8/s320/IMG_0892.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When she started fussing he said,"She just wants her pussycat." He meant pacifier...Isabelle got a big kick out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396342253514778306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOosEMt5sI/AAAAAAAABms/T6PTmhKYmhc/s320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She fell sound asleep with a tight grip of his shirt...too cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396342251507807618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOor8uN9YI/AAAAAAAABmk/v8XyxQEwfFE/s320/IMG_0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This was the best I could do of the 3 of them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396330842760523410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOeT305rpI/AAAAAAAABmc/TneCDOZj0Fg/s320/IMG_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Easton pretending to sleep with her&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOeTOY7xWI/AAAAAAAABmM/EXV_lPZryoM/s1600-h/IMG_0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396330831637366114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOeTOY7xWI/AAAAAAAABmM/EXV_lPZryoM/s320/IMG_0939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sweet!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOcH7r3tOI/AAAAAAAABmE/BHv3EFvSBCo/s1600-h/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396328438614701282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOcH7r3tOI/AAAAAAAABmE/BHv3EFvSBCo/s320/IMG_0941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOcHsN3cCI/AAAAAAAABl8/_pogNRezU8c/s1600-h/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396328434462322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOcHsN3cCI/AAAAAAAABl8/_pogNRezU8c/s320/IMG_0950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOcHRH1E1I/AAAAAAAABl0/F3yW847aW18/s1600-h/IMG_0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396328427189244754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOcHRH1E1I/AAAAAAAABl0/F3yW847aW18/s320/IMG_0956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8677982673891079123?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8677982673891079123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8677982673891079123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8677982673891079123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8677982673891079123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-whos-1-month.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 1 Month'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SuOrKEPu52I/AAAAAAAABnk/z5ibcZ3ZpWA/s72-c/IMG_0857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3198220115293914943</id><published>2009-10-21T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:03:10.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8hijQ8LbI/AAAAAAAABlk/tSFP80YYOHo/s1600-h/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395067756078706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8hijQ8LbI/AAAAAAAABlk/tSFP80YYOHo/s320/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8gF3hiznI/AAAAAAAABlc/Q-p9gF5xqkI/s1600-h/IMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395066163789221490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8gF3hiznI/AAAAAAAABlc/Q-p9gF5xqkI/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8gFmSEc4I/AAAAAAAABlU/3qSjUQ7vDgI/s1600-h/IMG_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395066159160914818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8gFmSEc4I/AAAAAAAABlU/3qSjUQ7vDgI/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8gFAnUpfI/AAAAAAAABlM/cXikjORgFeM/s1600-h/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395066149049509362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8gFAnUpfI/AAAAAAAABlM/cXikjORgFeM/s320/IMG_0834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8e0PkGoYI/AAAAAAAABlE/lzsvTpNJcFE/s1600-h/IMG_0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395064761493135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8e0PkGoYI/AAAAAAAABlE/lzsvTpNJcFE/s320/IMG_0837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8ezme3bRI/AAAAAAAABk8/zwswu22zTQw/s1600-h/IMG_0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395064750465314066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8ezme3bRI/AAAAAAAABk8/zwswu22zTQw/s320/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395067761835323970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8hi4tbMkI/AAAAAAAABls/Nj1h4yeB6Fk/s320/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8ezRb2GlI/AAAAAAAABk0/KoGwKQGNGwM/s1600-h/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395064744815499858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/St8ezRb2GlI/AAAAAAAABk0/KoGwKQGNGwM/s320/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3198220115293914943?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3198220115293914943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3198220115293914943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3198220115293914943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3198220115293914943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Fun'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/St8hijQ8LbI/AAAAAAAABlk/tSFP80YYOHo/s72-c/IMG_0825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2633123187491136863</id><published>2009-10-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:01:20.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Emarie--so far pretty good sleeper!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391545213866371042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKdzm72Z-I/AAAAAAAABks/fXCYVQf6hDo/s320/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Isabelle loving on her baby sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391545203889836738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKdzBxQksI/AAAAAAAABkk/7E4BLcx4O9E/s320/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grandma watched the girls one night and this is how she was when I got home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKdyX-L2sI/AAAAAAAABkc/wJ3PjmG-y3g/s1600-h/IMG_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391545192669764290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKdyX-L2sI/AAAAAAAABkc/wJ3PjmG-y3g/s320/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle reading to Emarie...too cute!!! She did this all on her own and did one book after another for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKcb3Z51VI/AAAAAAAABkU/lCxRO2_ljTs/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391543706458903890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKcb3Z51VI/AAAAAAAABkU/lCxRO2_ljTs/s320/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton and Braden cleaning out pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKcboJs1YI/AAAAAAAABkM/X7xf2a50x4g/s1600-h/IMG_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391543702364411266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKcboJs1YI/AAAAAAAABkM/X7xf2a50x4g/s320/IMG_0736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emarie wasn't too impressed with the pumpkin carving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKca5gqisI/AAAAAAAABkE/hnokAr8AeLM/s1600-h/IMG_0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391543689844263618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKca5gqisI/AAAAAAAABkE/hnokAr8AeLM/s320/IMG_0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle wanted NOTHING to do with it!! She doesn't mind pumpkins but once you cut them open, she's scared to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKbDwZi_QI/AAAAAAAABj8/uRhIVDO7MD0/s1600-h/IMG_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542192749870338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKbDwZi_QI/AAAAAAAABj8/uRhIVDO7MD0/s320/IMG_0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKbDRrnFdI/AAAAAAAABj0/mMOTcv5P1eY/s1600-h/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542184504137170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKbDRrnFdI/AAAAAAAABj0/mMOTcv5P1eY/s320/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma reading to the kids. I don't know what I would have done with out her those first 2 weeks. When we took her to the airport, it was so sad. Isabelle hugged her and said,"I'm really gonna miss you. I really just want you to stay at my house." Then Easton too said,"I'm gonna miss you grandma!" So sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKbC_Y8kkI/AAAAAAAABjs/lu9uIXwVHN0/s1600-h/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542179594015298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKbC_Y8kkI/AAAAAAAABjs/lu9uIXwVHN0/s320/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton posing with Emarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKZxB4xvjI/AAAAAAAABjk/MYdF-lYS0Rc/s1600-h/IMG_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391540771515121202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKZxB4xvjI/AAAAAAAABjk/MYdF-lYS0Rc/s320/IMG_0750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Miss Marvelous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKZwi9ipzI/AAAAAAAABjc/thVfvYXZqFM/s1600-h/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391540763213604658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKZwi9ipzI/AAAAAAAABjc/thVfvYXZqFM/s320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton and Isabelle in their Halloween costumes ready for Bradens party. Easton is a pirate and Isabelle is a Dora Snow Princess. I think this is the first picture I've taken of them that they are both looking and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKZwPC3gvI/AAAAAAAABjU/aC2LXSaelKk/s1600-h/IMG_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391540757867234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKZwPC3gvI/AAAAAAAABjU/aC2LXSaelKk/s320/IMG_0760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2633123187491136863?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2633123187491136863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2633123187491136863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2633123187491136863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2633123187491136863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/updated-pics.html' title='Updated Pics'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/StKdzm72Z-I/AAAAAAAABks/fXCYVQf6hDo/s72-c/IMG_0727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7061360259715318264</id><published>2009-10-11T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:40:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From Our CA Friends</title><content type='html'>Deianna and Tiffany came over tonight to meet Baby Emarie! They are softball players at ULM who are from CA. We always enjoy having them over. Easton and Isabelle eat up the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Deianna wasn't too sure about holding Emarie but did great! =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536649828454066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKWBHaGTrI/AAAAAAAABi8/Jrxv-A_3etU/s320/IMG_0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tiffany reading to Isabelle...imagine that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536659129415170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKWBqDntgI/AAAAAAAABjE/7dw5vKQ8Ux4/s320/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536666532190530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/StKWCFolGUI/AAAAAAAABjM/4M6NokQ--6M/s320/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7061360259715318264?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7061360259715318264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7061360259715318264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7061360259715318264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7061360259715318264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/10/visit-from-our-ca-friends.html' title='A Visit From Our CA Friends'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/StKWBHaGTrI/AAAAAAAABi8/Jrxv-A_3etU/s72-c/IMG_0762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2521424372362245597</id><published>2009-09-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:29:50.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loading.....</title><content type='html'>Easton has really gotten into playing games on the computer. He loves nickjr.com. When he clicks on a game it takes a few minutes and says, "loading." So this morning on the way to school, Easton and Isabelle were having a nice little conversation. I put the mirror down so I could watch them because they were so into this conversation, it was cute! Easton told Isabelle,"I have to tell you a secret. It's very important!" Isabelle says,"What?!?!" After sitting there a few seconds and not saying anything(and Isabelle anxiously waiting) Easton says,"Loading..." I couldn't help but bust out laughing. That boy says the funniest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2521424372362245597?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2521424372362245597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2521424372362245597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2521424372362245597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2521424372362245597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/09/loading.html' title='Loading.....'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1780643758339273882</id><published>2009-09-28T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:27:59.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emarie Cate Bruscato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emarie Cate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 23,2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:40 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 lbs 2 oz 20 1/2 in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386677512949210434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFSqH7sHUI/AAAAAAAABi0/8bUlqKJAlq0/s320/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Isabelle very proud in her "I'm the Big Sister" shirt &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676752352564770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFR92fUViI/AAAAAAAABis/e3SomFG-nLQ/s320/IMG_0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle &amp;amp; Emarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFR9QBWowI/AAAAAAAABik/ZGCFaZKXmGY/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676742026339074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFR9QBWowI/AAAAAAAABik/ZGCFaZKXmGY/s320/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Braden &amp;amp; Emarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFR85ROkKI/AAAAAAAABic/2uG6JJNSUtc/s1600-h/IMG_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676735918903458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFR85ROkKI/AAAAAAAABic/2uG6JJNSUtc/s320/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma &amp;amp; Emarie-So grateful to have grandma here...don't know what I would do without her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFQvlUrPAI/AAAAAAAABiU/ocpZvxsNlQI/s1600-h/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386675407714728962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFQvlUrPAI/AAAAAAAABiU/ocpZvxsNlQI/s320/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton &amp;amp; Emarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFQvXx2jyI/AAAAAAAABiM/-U4LxqmdQUg/s1600-h/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386675404079009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFQvXx2jyI/AAAAAAAABiM/-U4LxqmdQUg/s320/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far the older kids LOVE her!!! They are constantly giving her kisses and wanting to hold her. Easton fed her the other day and looked like a natural. So far Emarie is a very easy going baby. She eats and sleeps and pretty much cries when she's hungry or gettting her diaper changed. Life with 3 kids(sometimes 4) is definitely a HUGE change!! It's a bit overwhelming...hopefully with time it will get easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1780643758339273882?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1780643758339273882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1780643758339273882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1780643758339273882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1780643758339273882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/09/emarie-cate-bruscato.html' title='Emarie Cate Bruscato'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SsFSqH7sHUI/AAAAAAAABi0/8bUlqKJAlq0/s72-c/IMG_0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4875300282841994723</id><published>2009-09-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:38:40.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>I have not been on here for a very long time and I hate it so much because there is so much to share these days. Conversations with the kids are so priceless, I wish I could remember all of them. I had one with Easton this morning though that I thought was so cute and wanted to share. School is back in, has been for 3 weeks now. Easton and Isabelle both complain about going but at the end of the day they are so perky and seem to be enjoying it. Isabelle seems to be the teachers favorite(or so I like to think). Her teacher,Mrs. Susan, says that Isabelle is her conversation and she just cracks her up. She said they were going to do art the other day and Isabelle said,"This is going to be so exciting." Easton won't ever tell me ANYTHING about school.Sometimes I can get what he had for snack and he told me once that he can't sit by Jacob in the cafeteria because they fight. Other than that, I ask him what he did at school and the answer is always the same,"Nothing." Well this morning, he woke up bright and early. He came running in my room at 6am(yes,we are finally in our own bed!!!) and had to go poo-poo. He sat on that toilet and was so talkative. I figured this may be my opportunity to get some info out of him. So I start asking about school and wasn't getting a whole lot. So I asked,"What is your favorite thing about school?" He says(with a big smile),"Getting to choose which 'center' to go to." So I asked, "So what's your favorite center?" He says,"Family living(which I thought was so funny because it sounded so grown up)." I said,"Well, what do you do at that center?" He thinks for a minute.....then says,"Mommy, it's just so much to tell you. I wish you could just come with me so I could show you everything." It was too cute!!! Now I know why he always says,"nothing." There's just so much he probably doesn't know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4875300282841994723?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4875300282841994723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4875300282841994723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4875300282841994723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4875300282841994723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-forgotten.html' title='Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8802304890955354052</id><published>2009-07-12T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:45:30.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon &amp; Susan Bruscato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Getting pretty little flower girl ready &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675030172473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpJDcNpGKI/AAAAAAAABiE/w-lG_2M7jVc/s320/IMG_0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She insisted on not doing her nails but we finally convinced her...she didn't make it out of the store without smudging them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675016607925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpJCprmhjI/AAAAAAAABh8/4VFDuOn73zI/s320/IMG_0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; At rehearsal...Isabelle thought she was going to the dance to walk down the island. She was too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675013290680514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpJCdUtYMI/AAAAAAAABh0/2zgyUuG1xJo/s320/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Isabelle with cousins Jordan and Leighton &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674333499406770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIa451ubI/AAAAAAAABhs/xd36Boo7DWU/s320/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Easton with cousin Jacob...I had taken about 10 pictures of them being goofy but finally got a good one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674329970862914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIarwka0I/AAAAAAAABhk/5IwJL8MgjxI/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIad0R8VI/AAAAAAAABhc/YODGncmnz0E/s1600-h/IMG_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674326228332882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIad0R8VI/AAAAAAAABhc/YODGncmnz0E/s320/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabelle and "Stinky Boy"(Uncle Brandon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIA8Q9XuI/AAAAAAAABhU/6xBiQQOM2ZI/s1600-h/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673887725084386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIA8Q9XuI/AAAAAAAABhU/6xBiQQOM2ZI/s320/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groom and Best Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIAaTSdyI/AAAAAAAABhM/0hw2XwkKaxU/s1600-h/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673878608049954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIAaTSdyI/AAAAAAAABhM/0hw2XwkKaxU/s320/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flower Girls--Jordan, Olivia &amp;amp; Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIAGJckKI/AAAAAAAABhE/CCVrEk8EQIE/s1600-h/IMG_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673873198059682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpIAGJckKI/AAAAAAAABhE/CCVrEk8EQIE/s320/IMG_0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle showing her love for Cousin Leighton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHoobZZ1I/AAAAAAAABg8/vWukK9iYjWY/s1600-h/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673470083295058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHoobZZ1I/AAAAAAAABg8/vWukK9iYjWY/s320/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott and Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHoHT-JiI/AAAAAAAABg0/L-kv7YtL0B4/s1600-h/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673461193778722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHoHT-JiI/AAAAAAAABg0/L-kv7YtL0B4/s320/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHntmxN5I/AAAAAAAABgs/KOxVcTaqvyo/s1600-h/IMG_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673454293301138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHntmxN5I/AAAAAAAABgs/KOxVcTaqvyo/s320/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Older Cousins--Lindsey, Amy,Ashton,Lauren,Abby,Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHMzOyDFI/AAAAAAAABgk/jIUf6ehpJUY/s1600-h/IMG_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357672991946837074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHMzOyDFI/AAAAAAAABgk/jIUf6ehpJUY/s320/IMG_0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Easton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHMbrNfbI/AAAAAAAABgc/3QkyH3n3db0/s1600-h/IMG_0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357672985623625138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHMbrNfbI/AAAAAAAABgc/3QkyH3n3db0/s320/IMG_0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon &amp;amp; Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHMIPjcJI/AAAAAAAABgU/tFi73Jr3Ybo/s1600-h/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357672980407349394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpHMIPjcJI/AAAAAAAABgU/tFi73Jr3Ybo/s320/IMG_0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8802304890955354052?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8802304890955354052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8802304890955354052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8802304890955354052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8802304890955354052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/07/brandon-susan-bruscato.html' title='Brandon &amp; Susan Bruscato'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SlpJDcNpGKI/AAAAAAAABiE/w-lG_2M7jVc/s72-c/IMG_0285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1851773174233613576</id><published>2009-06-13T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:48:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta tell you nothing</title><content type='html'>Easton cracks me up...whenever he wants to tell me something or show me something he says,"I gotta tell/show you nothing." I've tried to correct him but he won't change.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Isabelle came up to me and said she wanted a popsicle. I asked her why I should give her one and she said,"umm, maybe cuz I such a good girl." She LOVES popsicles!!! She wakes up EVERY morning and I kid you not the first words out of her mouth are,"Mommy, I want a popsicle and breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;Easton and Isabelle are like little fish. Since school got out(May 22) I think we have been at the pool pretty much every day. Easton took a few lessons and is swimming great.  Isabelle on the other hand, thinks she can. She will just jump in whether you are looking or not. She kicks and twists like crazy til you get her.&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle is starting to teetee in the potty. I bought her some Dora pullups and told her that Dora does not want to be peed on. So she will tell me all the time,"momma, I teetee on Dora." I asked her today when she was gonna start going in the potty and without missing a beat she said,"On my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;We found out a couple weeks ago that Easton got into Pre-K 4. He is very excited about going to school with Braden and riding the bus. The other day we were talking about it and he said,"But mommy, I won't know what to do there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1851773174233613576?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1851773174233613576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1851773174233613576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1851773174233613576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1851773174233613576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-tell-you-nothing.html' title='Gotta tell you nothing'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2946004475659020798</id><published>2009-06-13T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:25:14.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee-Ball 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna lie and say wee-ball was a fun experience, it was pretty stressfull!! Thank goodness for the snowcones because we had to bribe him every game to finish the game. Hitting was not usually a problem but being out on the field was definitely not a hit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346983063794770994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMxFmEZDI/AAAAAAAABf8/IxygSFxy1Z4/s320/May,June+2009+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I told him to show me his game face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346983057199472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMwtBoHmI/AAAAAAAABf0/9mvk_TTZ5dw/s320/May,June+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half way through the year we had a game and only 7 kids showed up, so Coach Scott decided to let Isabelle bat. I hate that I didn't have my video camera because it was hilarious!! She went up left handed, swung and missed, then hit the ball backwards toward the backstop. Before Scott knew it, she had taken off to 1st base, so he just let her go. She ran the bases like she had been doing it all along!! The next game she did the exact same thing but by the next game, she finally figured it out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346982619023980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMXMsctpI/AAAAAAAABfs/-N2H8MRhvIg/s320/May,June+2009+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Easton sliding into the base, he was only about 3 feet short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMWy6q8zI/AAAAAAAABfk/wcb3DVFaXk0/s1600-h/May,June+2009+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346982612104311602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMWy6q8zI/AAAAAAAABfk/wcb3DVFaXk0/s320/May,June+2009+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying a snowcone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMWsHujLI/AAAAAAAABfc/4-e6GXiTf_I/s1600-h/May,June+2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346982610280025266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMWsHujLI/AAAAAAAABfc/4-e6GXiTf_I/s320/May,June+2009+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott, Easton, Uncle David &amp;amp; Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRLC4eTrKI/AAAAAAAABfU/dehJNwFSNig/s1600-h/May,June+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981170486946978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRLC4eTrKI/AAAAAAAABfU/dehJNwFSNig/s320/May,June+2009+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very proud of his new trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRLCt6E28I/AAAAAAAABfM/mtK2kcbgj78/s1600-h/May,June+2009+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981167650626498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRLCt6E28I/AAAAAAAABfM/mtK2kcbgj78/s320/May,June+2009+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy made sure Isabelle got one too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRLCYnHHiI/AAAAAAAABfE/sc9WeyGPUqc/s1600-h/May,June+2009+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981161933938210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRLCYnHHiI/AAAAAAAABfE/sc9WeyGPUqc/s320/May,June+2009+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma got to see his first 2 games&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346986238289190658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRPp3ghHwI/AAAAAAAABgE/IRs7OFIgvdc/s320/Easter+09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easton &amp;amp; Jacob&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346986243084418818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRPqJXyfwI/AAAAAAAABgM/K96HABIed0Q/s320/Easter+09+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2946004475659020798?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2946004475659020798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2946004475659020798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2946004475659020798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2946004475659020798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/06/wee-ball-2009.html' title='Wee-Ball 2009'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRMxFmEZDI/AAAAAAAABf8/IxygSFxy1Z4/s72-c/May,June+2009+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1699977515795411252</id><published>2009-06-13T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:49:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Isabelle with her first frenchbraids...so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977327728511682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRHjNFTSsI/AAAAAAAABe8/gbaBOF2YRqs/s320/Belle+Frenchbraids+June+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Easton watering flowers...no idea why he had Dora on!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977319959281682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRHiwI-QBI/AAAAAAAABe0/_PcrHu9Nsxk/s320/May,June+2009+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yes we went out in public like this...Isabelle insisted on wearing Easton's old spiderman shoes and I told Easton to go get his shoes. This is what he came out with, then he said,"Now I need my Woody hat!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977315144313810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRHieM_q9I/AAAAAAAABes/mh4C4wdSWAY/s320/Easton+Isabelle+May+09+Cowboy+boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle helping me with panpakes, wearing her apron grandma made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977308048940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRHiDxU3MI/AAAAAAAABek/d6xYOH5U5MM/s320/Isabelle+pancakes+may+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1699977515795411252?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1699977515795411252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1699977515795411252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1699977515795411252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1699977515795411252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-pics.html' title='Cute Pics'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SjRHjNFTSsI/AAAAAAAABe8/gbaBOF2YRqs/s72-c/Belle+Frenchbraids+June+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8810154696654386372</id><published>2009-05-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:26:26.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Conversation</title><content type='html'>I wish I could carry a recorder around with me and record every conversation with Isabelle. She is hilarious and you never know what's going to come out of her mouth. Of course I can only remember a few but I thought they were worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I can't remember what we were doing but Scott was talking she told him,"Daddy, be patient!"  Another day, she told me to, "Chill Out."&lt;br /&gt;The other night, her and Easton picked up on the word,"hate." They "hated" everything.  After telling them a few times that wasn't nice, I told them I was going to put soap in their mouth if they said it again. So it quit for a little while. Well, we get in the car to go to the ballpark and she says,"Mommy,I hate these(pointing to her shoes)." I said, "Isabelle, what did mommy tell you about that word?" She said,"You gonna put soap in my mouth and I don't like that." So I told her,"Let's not use that word...let's just say we don't like them." She says,"OK, I don't like these." I asked her why and her response,"because I hate them."  She's too much!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's our conversation in the car last night:&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: Mommy?.....(for about the 10th time)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: I not sweetheart, I Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Isabelle?&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle(with a little smirk):I not Isabelle, I sweetheart and you Lori and daddy Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's grandma's name?&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle:Grandma Nita&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's mimi's name?&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle(thinking very hard): Ummm...MIMI!!&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more I just can't think of them. I really need to carry something with me to write them down so I can remember! She definitely keeps us laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8810154696654386372?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8810154696654386372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8810154696654386372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8810154696654386372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8810154696654386372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-conversation.html' title='Funny Conversation'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5358146425166993057</id><published>2009-04-24T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:39:41.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biedenharn '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a family tradition for 4 years now to go to Biedenharn Museum every Easter. They have a beatiful garden and fountain that make for some great shots!! Unfortunately Braden didn't get to come with us this year and my battery died in my camera so I didn't get a s many shots as I would have liked but there are still some good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Easton "holding" Isabelle&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272787252544818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT3p6RhTI/AAAAAAAABec/Eqz8uevWPo4/s320/Spring+Break+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So...Isabelle wanted to "hold" Easton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272783053536130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT3aRJu4I/AAAAAAAABeU/hxcrPWB-7T4/s320/Spring+Break+09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272772002704354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT2xGba-I/AAAAAAAABeM/mZ2iC9iPKHc/s320/Spring+Break+09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle would have nothing to do with the Easter Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272768595426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT2kaEfXI/AAAAAAAABeE/a-y_E2hnQFI/s320/Spring+Break+09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT2Hf4D2I/AAAAAAAABd8/0fEtv54HyPs/s1600-h/Spring+Break+09+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272760835149666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT2Hf4D2I/AAAAAAAABd8/0fEtv54HyPs/s320/Spring+Break+09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5358146425166993057?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5358146425166993057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5358146425166993057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5358146425166993057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5358146425166993057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/04/biedenharn-09.html' title='Biedenharn &apos;09'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SfHT3p6RhTI/AAAAAAAABec/Eqz8uevWPo4/s72-c/Spring+Break+09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8133633679762871372</id><published>2009-04-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:45:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Too Much</title><content type='html'>You know your 2 year old has watched a little too much Dora and Diego when you are playing with her and she's hanging upside down and she says,"Ayudame,Ayudame." Isabelle said this the other day and I asked her what that means and she said,"Help,Help." She's said a couple other words in Spanish but I don't know what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8133633679762871372?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8133633679762871372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8133633679762871372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8133633679762871372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8133633679762871372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-little-too-much.html' title='Just A Little Too Much'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7532153042249751931</id><published>2009-04-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:45:34.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdOV2OTFLbI/AAAAAAAABd0/Qh-xQjGCAKM/s1600-h/March+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319760343638289842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdOV2OTFLbI/AAAAAAAABd0/Qh-xQjGCAKM/s320/March+09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle is getting too big!!! She's got quite the personality. The other day we were in a shoe store and I showed her some shoes. Her response was,"Aaaawwww...they're so pretty." She says that all the time...Aaaawwww. It's so funny! But her newest thing is to call me Lori and it's so funny because she does it at the funniest times. She will say,"mommy...mommy...Lori!" And she is totally serious. She knows how to get my attention. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319760343503128370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdOV2Ny2xzI/AAAAAAAABds/rg4g-N1bXTg/s320/March+09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7532153042249751931?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7532153042249751931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7532153042249751931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7532153042249751931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7532153042249751931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-pretty.html' title='So Pretty'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SdOV2OTFLbI/AAAAAAAABd0/Qh-xQjGCAKM/s72-c/March+09+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2725465681975382806</id><published>2009-03-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:59:44.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdIS8-Mkh4I/AAAAAAAABdk/f416hmAd8oM/s1600-h/March+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319334948575152002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdIS8-Mkh4I/AAAAAAAABdk/f416hmAd8oM/s320/March+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are having a shower at our house this weekend so despite the cold weather we had to get out and clean our yard. The kids had a great time helping. Easton helped me pull weeds and everytime he would come over and show me what he got and say,"Mommy, are you so proud of me?" Isabelle was very interested in the worms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the azaleas we planted last summer. It's the first time they bloomed...I was so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319334936347520610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdIS8QpRrmI/AAAAAAAABdc/G21BMS4oUIM/s320/March+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2725465681975382806?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2725465681975382806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2725465681975382806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2725465681975382806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2725465681975382806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/03/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SdIS8-Mkh4I/AAAAAAAABdk/f416hmAd8oM/s72-c/March+09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2789397710277172815</id><published>2009-03-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:53:45.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdISK9yFK3I/AAAAAAAABdU/a4Q2QOOUngM/s1600-h/Braden+and+Easton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319334089470585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdISK9yFK3I/AAAAAAAABdU/a4Q2QOOUngM/s320/Braden+and+Easton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton had his first wee-ball practice last night. He was too cute!! If he had to have a nickname after the first practice it would be "smiley" because he was all smiles. He had a hard time remembering which hand his glove goes on and at one point he told me,"I don't need this thing, it's just too heavy." He would rather field with his hands. They each got to hit off the tee 1 time and run all the way around the bases. He got up and hit it really good but then he didn't have a clue. They were all telling him to go to first and he just stood there with a big smile until he finally caught on. At dinner he asked Scott,"Why we only got to hit one time, I wanted to go again." Poor Isabelle wanted to play too. On the way there she said,"I wanna practice wee-ball!" Easton told her she couldn't because she was too little. She did not like that too much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319334084662198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SdISKr3q_2I/AAAAAAAABdM/2OhAUyTdZnE/s320/March+09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2789397710277172815?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2789397710277172815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2789397710277172815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2789397710277172815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2789397710277172815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-practice.html' title='First Practice'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SdISK9yFK3I/AAAAAAAABdU/a4Q2QOOUngM/s72-c/Braden+and+Easton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5421723632944161005</id><published>2009-03-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:39:00.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Love</title><content type='html'>Conversation at dinner last night:&lt;br /&gt;Easton: Mommy, I so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I'm glad. Why are you so happy?&lt;br /&gt;Easton: I'm so happy because you my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago Isabelle was watching Dora in the bedroom. Scott went to check on her and she asked him to lay with her. She was sitting on the bed facing the tv but since he didn't really care to watch Dora he layed down facing her. Well I guess at night when they sleep in there, Isabelle is usually where Scott was and he's on the other side. So then Isabelle says,"Daddy, I wanna hold you." Scott thought she meant for him to hold her but she really wanted to hold him. So she put her arm underneath his head and held him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5421723632944161005?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5421723632944161005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5421723632944161005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5421723632944161005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5421723632944161005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-love.html' title='Feeling the Love'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1927898297097167086</id><published>2009-03-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:40:08.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Cute Stories</title><content type='html'>Most people reading this probably know that we are expecting again. When Easton first found out he was not nearly as excited as the rest of us. He said,"I don't need another baby. All I need is mommy,daddy,Braden and Isabelle." Thank goodness his attitude has changed since then. I went to the dr. yesterday for a check up and she did another ultrasound. I was showing the kids the picture,this time it really kinda looks like a baby, and Easton was so fascinated. He wanted to hold it and he would show it to Isabelle and say,"Look Isabelle,its our baby." Isabelle said,"A baby, a baby a baby!" She got that from the Dora Big Sister Movie. Then he told me he wanted to put it in his pocket so we don't throw it away. It's funny too because he will tell me he wants to see the baby. I tell him we can't see it yet but then he'll tell me to open my mouth and he tries to look for it. I don't know how much Isabelle understands but when you ask where the baby is she'll tell you,"In mommy's tummy." Well the other night she told me she wanted to look at the baby. She lifted my shirt and after staring for a couple seconds she said in the cutest little voice,"It's so cute,mommy." It was precious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1927898297097167086?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1927898297097167086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1927898297097167086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1927898297097167086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1927898297097167086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-cute-stories.html' title='Couple Cute Stories'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5671565188851311138</id><published>2009-03-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:24:30.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 'Ol Slacker</title><content type='html'>I know I've been slacking big time on this blog. It's another softball season which means busy,busy,busy. Always on the go!!! Thank goodness for grandma because I don't think we would have servived the 2 weeks she was here had she not been here. The kids had a blast, as always, with grandma.I love that the miles between them has not hindered their relationship. The bond between them is so awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing good and adjusting well to not being in daycare. They started staying with a lady I know out here by my school after my mom left. Even though it has turned my 40 minute trip, twice a day to about an hour twice a day I have really enjoyed the extra time with the kids. I love that after practice they are only 10 minutes from me. And days like today when I have a home game, I can go pick them up about 3 and bring them out here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5671565188851311138?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5671565188851311138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5671565188851311138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5671565188851311138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5671565188851311138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-ol-slacker.html' title='Big &apos;Ol Slacker'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5691604923579753110</id><published>2009-01-20T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:51:14.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Easton got his hair cut on Monday. He was so funny at the hair cut...he kept making faces at himself in the mirror. I was trying to take a picture of him that night but he could not take his eyes off the tv. He looks like such a big boy!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293449905246711682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYcpJaOL4I/AAAAAAAABcg/Etq1H0vFiOI/s320/Jan+pics+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle found this hat in her room...she's so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYcoydqrkI/AAAAAAAABcY/Dsgrt-MGymY/s1600-h/Jan+pics+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293449899087146562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYcoydqrkI/AAAAAAAABcY/Dsgrt-MGymY/s320/Jan+pics+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5691604923579753110?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5691604923579753110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5691604923579753110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5691604923579753110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5691604923579753110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/goofy-kids.html' title='Goofy Kids'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYcpJaOL4I/AAAAAAAABcg/Etq1H0vFiOI/s72-c/Jan+pics+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3231344549762366118</id><published>2009-01-19T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:46:14.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Some Warmer Weather</title><content type='html'>When I say warmer weather, I wish I meant 70's and 80's but unfortunately we only got up to 50's and 60's but it beats the 30's and 40's. So while I was cleaning the house I kicked everyone else out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; is very exciting about playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weeball&lt;/span&gt; this summer so he got in a few practice swings. I think he took about 7 or 8 swings then it was onto the swing set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293444939325955154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYYIF6c3FI/AAAAAAAABcQ/MW4vvAmEWQw/s320/Jan+pics+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293444931732268754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYYHpn-ZtI/AAAAAAAABcI/GNQMgx2R9Cg/s320/Jan+pics+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; wooden bat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293444923187276402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYYHJysKnI/AAAAAAAABcA/d92nFyCqEIE/s320/Jan+pics+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3231344549762366118?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3231344549762366118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3231344549762366118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3231344549762366118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3231344549762366118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoying-some-warmer-weather.html' title='Enjoying Some Warmer Weather'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYYIF6c3FI/AAAAAAAABcQ/MW4vvAmEWQw/s72-c/Jan+pics+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7831673569459193574</id><published>2009-01-16T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:17:14.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ag Expo 2009</title><content type='html'>The kids really enjoyed the Ag Expo again this year. They LOVED petting the animals and of course climbing on all the tractors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293439164182582882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYS370-VmI/AAAAAAAABb4/ccsw37vXyt0/s320/Ag+Expo+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Easton said he wanted to hold it but he freaked out when I went to put it in his hands!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293439155904644802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYS3c_XBsI/AAAAAAAABbw/ohFzLMh48Ts/s320/Ag+Expo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7831673569459193574?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7831673569459193574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7831673569459193574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7831673569459193574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7831673569459193574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/ag-expo-2009.html' title='Ag Expo 2009'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYS370-VmI/AAAAAAAABb4/ccsw37vXyt0/s72-c/Ag+Expo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6715424052044497456</id><published>2009-01-15T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:05:19.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing Day</title><content type='html'>Congrats to 4 of my seniors for signing a letter of intent. Nichole(Trinitiy Valley CC), Meggie Burkett(Louisiana College), Samantha Hamby(Central Alabama CC) and Jordan Waldroup(Louisiana College).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293436878912188098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYQy6iDbsI/AAAAAAAABbo/iYR89PSKCUo/s320/Jan+pics+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6715424052044497456?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6715424052044497456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6715424052044497456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6715424052044497456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6715424052044497456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/signing-day.html' title='Signing Day'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYQy6iDbsI/AAAAAAAABbo/iYR89PSKCUo/s72-c/Jan+pics+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5694469689471991084</id><published>2009-01-15T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:57:15.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Table</title><content type='html'>Grandma got the kids art tables for Christmas and they LOVE them. This particular day they were painting!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435968858234994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYP98USIHI/AAAAAAAABbg/OjCMIl2t8io/s320/Jan+pics+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435960375448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYP9ct1FII/AAAAAAAABbY/FXogrWFg5ak/s320/Jan+pics+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5694469689471991084?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5694469689471991084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5694469689471991084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5694469689471991084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5694469689471991084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-table.html' title='Art Table'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYP98USIHI/AAAAAAAABbg/OjCMIl2t8io/s72-c/Jan+pics+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3923859772998424681</id><published>2009-01-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:44:20.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>Olivia and Jacob were over the other day and at one point they were all sitting like this(the 3 little ones in Easton's Cars bed) just having the best time. Notice how Isabelle is wearing her shirt...she is such a ham!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293431579205279842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYL-bldoGI/AAAAAAAABbQ/YPyL3CPyHoo/s320/Jan+pics+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3923859772998424681?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3923859772998424681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3923859772998424681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3923859772998424681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3923859772998424681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYL-bldoGI/AAAAAAAABbQ/YPyL3CPyHoo/s72-c/Jan+pics+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4561949811524465106</id><published>2009-01-08T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:09:20.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pot Pie</title><content type='html'>I tried a new recipe and I am so proud of how good it was. It was half Bridgette's and half Barbara's Chicken Pot Pie. I'm gonna put it on here so I don't forget it. My life is so crazy right now that if I write it somewhere there's a good chance I will never see it again. So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375.&lt;br /&gt;Mix 1 can cream mushroom soup, 1 can cream of chicken soup, 1 cup chicken broth, 1/2 cup sour cream, 2 bags thawed mixed veggies and 1/2 chicked shredded. Stir it up and pour in 2 qt baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;In separate bowl mix 1 cup bisquick, 3 tbsp milk and 1/4 cup sour cream. Drop spoonfull of mix over chicken mix.&lt;br /&gt;Bake 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4561949811524465106?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4561949811524465106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4561949811524465106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4561949811524465106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4561949811524465106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicken-pot-pie.html' title='Chicken Pot Pie'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8529143581235709332</id><published>2009-01-05T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:14:50.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>2 more funny stories about Easton. Last Sunday we started making him sleep in his own bed. I lay in there with him until he goes to sleep and he has been doing pretty good. He tells me every night that he DOES NOT want to sleep in his bed, he wants to sleep in mommies bed. But he gets over it and goes to sleep. Well last night, he tried to get me by saying,"Mommy, I your baby boy so I don't have to sleep in my own bed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Isabelle got in trouble for something so I gave her a little spank on her booty. Well Easton saw me do it and said,"Mommy, you not my mommy anymore cuz you can't spank Isabelle." I thought it was cute that he was standing up for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8529143581235709332?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8529143581235709332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8529143581235709332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8529143581235709332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8529143581235709332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-ur-babyboy-u-not-my-momma.html' title='Baby Boy'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6055511676728427974</id><published>2009-01-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:56:58.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No End</title><content type='html'>I had read Easton this book and when it got to the end he got mad because he thought I should be reading more. He pointed to the letters and said,"Look, it's not done." I informed him that the letters said,"The End." So a little while later Braden brings in the last page of the book and tells us Easton tore it out. I go in the room to asked him why he did it and he said,"I took it out so there would be no end." I thought that was hilarious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6055511676728427974?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6055511676728427974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6055511676728427974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6055511676728427974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6055511676728427974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-endtook-out-last-page-so-there-would.html' title='No End'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8748952056736863430</id><published>2009-01-02T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:37:00.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Haircut</title><content type='html'>Isabelle got her first haircut today. She was scared at first and cried but once she started cutting her hair she was fine. She just trimmed it a little so it wouldn't look so stringy!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293430325625726018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYK1dozpEI/AAAAAAAABbI/3szsJtKvo-M/s320/Belle+1st+haircut+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293430319109653378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYK1FXQQ4I/AAAAAAAABbA/6f2yHqW-Ddg/s320/Belle+1st+haircut+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8748952056736863430?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8748952056736863430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8748952056736863430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8748952056736863430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8748952056736863430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-haircut.html' title='1st Haircut'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYK1dozpEI/AAAAAAAABbI/3szsJtKvo-M/s72-c/Belle+1st+haircut+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1204747271755634858</id><published>2009-01-01T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:31:20.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>A little late I know but I wanted to share these pictures. These were taken in the back of Aunt Angela's car as we watch Uncle David and Uncle Joe do fireworks. Easton didn't like them too much until he got to sit in the car.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293428666700425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYJU5qMabI/AAAAAAAABa4/uOy0CwUOx-4/s320/New+Year%27s+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabelle on the other hand wanted nothing to do with them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293428654081937474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYJUKptkEI/AAAAAAAABaw/CaTVUTrilZI/s320/New+Year%27s+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1204747271755634858?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1204747271755634858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1204747271755634858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1204747271755634858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1204747271755634858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SXYJU5qMabI/AAAAAAAABa4/uOy0CwUOx-4/s72-c/New+Year%27s+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4303945291077411471</id><published>2008-12-23T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:26:30.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Columbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Celebrating Isabelle's birthday&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207655185516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVG3Y67iBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/9mcr-oOObog/s320/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grandma got Isabelle a dress up kit for her birthday. As you can see, the kids had a good time with it. Can't wait to show Easton this pictures when he's about 15. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284207670676105378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVG4SoLKKI/AAAAAAAABaY/_43J-yfSY6Q/s320/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Visiting Santa again...2 days before Christmas Easton still wanted a 4-wheeler and Isabelle still wants a Dora bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFnspCGyI/AAAAAAAABaI/P0rOb97TEos/s1600-h/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206286089624354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFnspCGyI/AAAAAAAABaI/P0rOb97TEos/s320/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle in her cute outfit Mimi made her and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283814596398735282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVPhYW1e37I/AAAAAAAABZg/vZQkWLFLRpg/s320/Missouri+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Waiting to see santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFnPvzE6I/AAAAAAAABaA/RNbg_QHaA_A/s1600-h/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206278333371298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFnPvzE6I/AAAAAAAABaA/RNbg_QHaA_A/s320/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piggy back ride on daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFm_C4wpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/dKEgwVxiv8Q/s1600-h/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206273850032786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFm_C4wpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/dKEgwVxiv8Q/s320/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids singing and dancing to Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFmR5lQ9I/AAAAAAAABZw/NaU_nDOgyT4/s1600-h/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284206261731410898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVFmR5lQ9I/AAAAAAAABZw/NaU_nDOgyT4/s320/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton loving on Caelleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283814600923628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SVPhYnsTRbI/AAAAAAAABZo/RvDUT2AYrmI/s320/Missouri+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4303945291077411471?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4303945291077411471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4303945291077411471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4303945291077411471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4303945291077411471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-in-columbia.html' title='Fun in Columbia'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SVVG3Y67iBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/9mcr-oOObog/s72-c/Missouri-Taina%27s+Pics+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-870509373972463762</id><published>2008-12-22T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:16:35.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those of you who have ever heard me complain about the cold, I take it back!!! It's got nothing on this weather here in Columbia, Missouri. Yesterday in the middle of the day it was 9 degrees and the wind chill was -10. Holy crap, it was cold!!!! We are still crossing our fingers for a white Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-870509373972463762?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/870509373972463762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=870509373972463762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/870509373972463762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/870509373972463762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-say-cold.html' title='Can You Say Cold'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-988863131915128330</id><published>2008-12-19T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:19:37.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Isabelle</title><content type='html'>About a month ago we were talking about birthdays and we told Isabelle her birthday was next. Without missing a beat she said,"My Doe-wa birday." She LOVES Dora(except the actual show...she won't sit long enough to enjoy). It doesn't matter if its clothes, a doll, toy, if it has Dora, she's excited about it. I can't believe she is 2! She is growing up way too fast. She is talking up a storm. She amazes me with some of the things she comes up with. She keeps us on her toes because she is always up to something. She is such a joy!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414086189676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SU7nn7va-YI/AAAAAAAABYw/t8uZ6xRmfYM/s320/Isabelle+bday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414089109194770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SU7noGnfSBI/AAAAAAAABY4/9LL64oNsYFk/s320/Isabelle+bday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414904922595730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SU7oXlwj4ZI/AAAAAAAABZA/JGjbqzbtSZs/s320/Isabelle+bday+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-988863131915128330?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/988863131915128330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=988863131915128330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/988863131915128330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/988863131915128330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-isabelle.html' title='Happy Birthday Isabelle'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SU7nn7va-YI/AAAAAAAABYw/t8uZ6xRmfYM/s72-c/Isabelle+bday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6674577083122901077</id><published>2008-12-17T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:34:50.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2...</title><content type='html'>I got a call from Isabelle's daycare yesterday and they said,"Isabelle bumped her head." My first reaction was...imagine that!! She's so into everything its not out of the ordinary for her to get bumps and bruises. But then the dreaded words came,"She's going to need stitches." I thought, you have got to be kidding me. Sure enough, she got 3 stitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still all smiles...ouch!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280828069830164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFJoYjf1I/AAAAAAAABYo/zp0Bm8Il80M/s320/Isabelle+Bobo+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280828065494050226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFJYOvpbI/AAAAAAAABYg/HFDiVCrNiGw/s320/Isabelle+Bobo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I told Isabelle to show me 2 on her fingers. She says,"I tan't...show me mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFJN3XbMI/AAAAAAAABYY/HPf2mw63o6I/s1600-h/Isabelle+Bobo+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280828062711639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFJN3XbMI/AAAAAAAABYY/HPf2mw63o6I/s320/Isabelle+Bobo+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was this morning...poor thing could barely open her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFIrx1Y7I/AAAAAAAABYQ/HURIhROwOMk/s1600-h/Isabelle+Bobo+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280828053561631666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFIrx1Y7I/AAAAAAAABYQ/HURIhROwOMk/s320/Isabelle+Bobo+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6674577083122901077?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6674577083122901077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6674577083122901077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6674577083122901077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6674577083122901077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/round-2.html' title='Round 2...'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SUlFJoYjf1I/AAAAAAAABYo/zp0Bm8Il80M/s72-c/Isabelle+Bobo+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7259026719394065860</id><published>2008-12-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:24:06.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Saturday night Easton was talking my ear off. I had fallen asleep and was very tired so I guess I wasn't answering his questions to his satisfaction. So he kept asking the same question over and over. Finally I said,"Easton, stop saying the same thing over and over." His response..."Well mom, stop ignoring me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7259026719394065860?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7259026719394065860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7259026719394065860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7259026719394065860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7259026719394065860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-938048255903522032</id><published>2008-12-15T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:19:55.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora Bike</title><content type='html'>Isabelle is scared to death of Santa but is not afraid to tell him what she wants. This weekend everytime she saw him, whether it was on tv, in a picture, or she even caught him getting on the elevator at the Bass Pro Shop, she would say,"My dora bike Santa, bring my dora bike." It was pretty funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-938048255903522032?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/938048255903522032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=938048255903522032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/938048255903522032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/938048255903522032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dora-bike.html' title='Dora Bike'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7034451590365043012</id><published>2008-12-11T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:15:57.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Climber</title><content type='html'>I knew it was only a matter of time since Isabelle climbs on EVERYTHING and has since she could. Well the other night she woke up in the middle of the night. She kept crying for me so finally Scott told her he was going to put her in her crib. After a few minutes she's still crying so he sticks her in there and shuts the door. I decided to go out there and see what the deal was and right as I walked out her door opened and here she comes. We just looked at eachother like what in the world. So the next day I told Isabelle to show me how she got out. She got this little grin and told me no. I put her in the crib and told her again. This time she puts her foot up on the side of the crib, pauses(like should I really show her) then leaps over it. You should have seen the look on her face...she was so proud of herself. So I guess its time to turn the crib into a toddler bed and train her to stay in it.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of another story. Last week Scott was out of town. Well, Easton still sleeps in our bed(I know,terrible!!!) and at this point Isabelle was in hers. I would get her to sleep with me than go lay her in her bed. Well one night she woke up when I layed her down but I decided to let her cry because she will usually go right back to sleep. So I go back in my room where Easton is still awake. He says,"mommy, Isabelle's crying." I said, "I know, its ok...she will go to sleep." There was a long pause then he goes,"But mommy, its really dark in there." I said,"Yeah but she tough. She will be ok." Another pause...then he goes,"mommy, I won't let the monsters get her. It will be ok!" Easy for him to say laying up in my bed but so sweet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7034451590365043012?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7034451590365043012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7034451590365043012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7034451590365043012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7034451590365043012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-climber.html' title='Little Climber'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6824141335475612271</id><published>2008-12-04T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:18:09.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ's</title><content type='html'>This picture was taken last night after bathtime. I had put on Isabelle's pajamas on but she managed to find this Dora shirt. It was going to be too cold so I just put it over her other shirt. So then she comes up to me wearing Easton's Diego shoes and carrying her Dora bag. She said,"Look mommy, I do it all myself!!!" She was talking about the shoes and she was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275983363365507922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STgO6mZFk1I/AAAAAAAABD8/zlTCHeqOrKQ/s320/December08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6824141335475612271?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6824141335475612271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6824141335475612271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6824141335475612271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6824141335475612271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/pjs.html' title='PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/STgO6mZFk1I/AAAAAAAABD8/zlTCHeqOrKQ/s72-c/December08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2390025113421803423</id><published>2008-12-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:30:11.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You the Best</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon we pulled into the garage after school. I got Isabelle out of her car seat then went around to get Easton. I opened the door and he says,"Mommy, I thought I saw a big, big, big master(monster) but it was just my big, big, big mommy. You the best mommy!" He is too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2390025113421803423?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2390025113421803423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2390025113421803423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2390025113421803423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2390025113421803423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-best.html' title='You the Best'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2358569441976111316</id><published>2008-12-01T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:03:02.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Compromise</title><content type='html'>Easton has started this thing where pretty much every time I say something he starts his response with, "Well..." I'll say, "Easton, It's time to go bye-bye." He'll say,"Well,we have to finish watching this show." It's hilarious but it also drives me crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2358569441976111316?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2358569441976111316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2358569441976111316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2358569441976111316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2358569441976111316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-compromise.html' title='Mr. Compromise'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8272552759024740501</id><published>2008-12-01T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:18:05.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very nice Thanksgiving! Taina, Bryndyn, Caelleb, Tia and Kobe got to come in. It was the first time meeting Kobe...what a sweet heart!!! Thanksgiving day we went to Scott's moms house and enjoyed a pretty relaxing day. The weather was great so the kids got to be outside all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, Taina and I got to go shopping a little.That night we took the kids to see Santa and the guys took the 4 older kids the see Madagascar 2. The rest of the weekend we got to hear,"I like to move it move it," a bunch!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the kids were very thrilled about meeting Santa...except Isabelle, imagine that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883056008139042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQmMSEXkSI/AAAAAAAABDU/bksZ6Ud0gp4/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Easton told Santa he wanted a big,big,big,big 4-wheeler, Braden told him power rangers and Isabelle(from a distance) told him she wanted Dora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday morning we took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.excaliburfun.com/"&gt;Excalibur&lt;/a&gt;. It rained on friday and they were in the house all day so it was definitely a much needed trip. Saturday night we let the kids make their own pizza's. I didn't really know what to expect...I knew Caelleb and Braden would be ok but I figured Tia, Easton and Isabelle would have stuff everywhere. They did so good...all of them. It was definitely a big hit!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the concentration on Easton's face!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885535414614002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQocmk79_I/AAAAAAAABDk/y1P8oglvgyM/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885522919027090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQob4BwcZI/AAAAAAAABDc/nJrUdA6f05s/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is them eating the pizza. I told them to give a thumbs up if its good! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885554438959426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQodtcscUI/AAAAAAAABDs/zIVinmFHK3I/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885563650780146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQoePw9q_I/AAAAAAAABD0/5FEDVg0n1UA/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The week was great up until that point...about an hour later we off to the emergency room and then 3 am Isabelle was up puking!!! Fun times!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8272552759024740501?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8272552759024740501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8272552759024740501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8272552759024740501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8272552759024740501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-08.html' title='Thanksgiving &apos;08'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/STQmMSEXkSI/AAAAAAAABDU/bksZ6Ud0gp4/s72-c/OrlandoThanksgiving+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-476490333947103210</id><published>2008-12-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:49:22.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I told Easton Saturday night as we were driving to the emergency room that he was gonna be one of "those kids." Last year it was having his tooth knocked out(or in) and this year it was a trip to the ER with a gash to the forehead. I sat there and watched the whole thing happen...why I didn't stop it??? Good question...it was all over a toy gun. Easton was chasing Caelleb and before I knew it he went straight into the corner of the kitchen table. I knew when I saw him hit it it was not gonna be good and sure enough there was a nice little gash to his head. I would like to say I didn't freak out but I guess I did in way. All I could keep saying was, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh." We got in the car right away and took him to the hospital. When we were half way there I realized he had no shoes and no jacket, just a short sleeve shirt. Luckily it did not bleed very much so the ride to the hospital wasn't too bad. Once we were in the car and he was settled down, the questions began... "Where we going?" "Am I gonna have to get a shot?" "Why I going to the hospital?" I answered the questions as honestly as I could because I wanted him to be prepared. I told him he was going to have to get stitches and he thought that sounded cool. He kept saying, "I'm gonna get stitches!" Once we got there he got into delirious mode. Everyone that walked by he would say,"Is that the doctor?" Then we got called back, he was such a big boy. First the lady took his temperature and blood pressure. She asked him his name and he told her "Easton." When she asked him his last name he said,"ascott."And of course he had to ask her everything she was doing. So then we went in the room and the nurse came in. He told him he was gonna clean his cut and cover it til the doctor came. Here's some of their conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton: Why you have a fish on there(referring to the name tag on mans shirt)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse: I thought that fish looked better than me. Do you like to fish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton(with big smile): Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse: You do? Where do you fish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton(without missing a beat): At the pond...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We informed the nurse he had never been fishing, it was pretty cute though. He never really cried in that room. He was so tough and acted like such a big boy. They had to strap him down when they did the stitches and he never cried. We told him on the way they would have suckers for him. As soon as they were done and he got off the table he said, "where's my sucker?" On the way home we were telling him how proud of him we were and that he was such a big boy. Scott told him he was tough and he said, "No, I not tough cuz I not a bad guy." Probably the funniest part of the whole night was when we pulled into the drive way, Easton said,"Mom, you think Caelleb's done with the toy now?" When we got in the house, all the kids were asking him questions and you could tell he was so proud. It was so cute how concerned the other kids were. Taina said they all said a prayer for him while we were gone. The next morning Tia came in our room and stood next to the bed. She said, "Is Easton feeling alright?" Easton said, "I not feeling good, my head hurts!" I imagine so!!!!! I was an interesting night...one I hope we don't ever have to repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easton showing off his bracelet...he was sooooo hyper when we got home!!! Way beyond delirious, he was cracking us up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274879141706188866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQiocKDyEI/AAAAAAAABDE/TcZOQJASFx4/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A closer look&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274879151671697490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/STQipBSBYFI/AAAAAAAABDM/g05Z0VKmXEk/s320/OrlandoThanksgiving+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-476490333947103210?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/476490333947103210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=476490333947103210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/476490333947103210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/476490333947103210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/12/emergency-room.html' title='Emergency Room'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/STQiocKDyEI/AAAAAAAABDE/TcZOQJASFx4/s72-c/OrlandoThanksgiving+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-9163094530172376008</id><published>2008-10-31T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:48:43.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Pocahontas, Woody and Clone Trooper&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267782520681847298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsSutA2gI/AAAAAAAABC8/KqfOjxAwy78/s320/halloween+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267782509815155682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsSGOMS-I/AAAAAAAABC0/miADIQtuuF4/s320/halloween+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsRpYkgbI/AAAAAAAABCs/UvdOW-8_KGw/s1600-h/halloween+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267782502074057138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsRpYkgbI/AAAAAAAABCs/UvdOW-8_KGw/s320/halloween+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsRWdFHwI/AAAAAAAABCk/BHRhE62B9r8/s1600-h/halloween+08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267782496992698114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsRWdFHwI/AAAAAAAABCk/BHRhE62B9r8/s320/halloween+08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-9163094530172376008?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/9163094530172376008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=9163094530172376008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/9163094530172376008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/9163094530172376008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SRrsSutA2gI/AAAAAAAABC8/KqfOjxAwy78/s72-c/halloween+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5512098905187902638</id><published>2008-10-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:49:41.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>The week before Halloween we took the kids to the library where they had a little carnival for the kids. It was pretty cheezy but its always fun to dress up the kids. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265653421606208338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRNb42kog1I/AAAAAAAABCE/50ethjldCEg/s320/halloween+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265653430953022338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRNb5ZZFk4I/AAAAAAAABCM/_uKaaekUqII/s320/halloween+08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265653438341162818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRNb506jp0I/AAAAAAAABCc/uuPBKmkPiuo/s320/halloween+08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265653433593852354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SRNb5jOtccI/AAAAAAAABCU/QfB3syHpSA4/s320/halloween+08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5512098905187902638?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5512098905187902638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5512098905187902638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5512098905187902638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5512098905187902638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-halloween-fun.html' title='Early Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SRNb42kog1I/AAAAAAAABCE/50ethjldCEg/s72-c/halloween+08+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6110719148001215201</id><published>2008-10-27T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:19:35.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-toody</title><content type='html'>Isabelle is little miss attitude these days. When she doesn't get her way she throws herself on the floor and throws a fit. Well I told her awhile back she was my little attitude. So now when you ask her what mommy calls her she says, with a little smirk on her face, "A-toody." She's the boss these days too. She goes around telling everyone what to do. The other day Easton went potty on the floor. She kept coming over and saying, "Mommy, Easton peepee on floor. Easton go peepee in potty." Then she would go over to Easton and say, "No no Easton!!!" Of course this did not go over too well with him. She is so funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6110719148001215201?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6110719148001215201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6110719148001215201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6110719148001215201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6110719148001215201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/toody.html' title='A-toody'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-1110190427356859502</id><published>2008-10-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:16:57.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I got our pictures back tonight...I wasn't too thrilled with the family pics, since that was really what I was wanting but there were a bunch of really cute ones of the kids. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751856755768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx8OlnfgI/AAAAAAAABB8/_s0k_ulq_Cw/s320/IMG_3559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know when Easton came up with this cheesy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751748814560002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx18ebWwI/AAAAAAAABB0/wGtd8zxrTqM/s320/IMG_3566+copy+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Awww... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751734163512226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx1F5WG6I/AAAAAAAABBs/VUymAAe6qZY/s320/IMG_3581+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brotherly Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx0-kjqtI/AAAAAAAABBk/66zI19tTNxc/s1600-h/IMG_3584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751732197272274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx0-kjqtI/AAAAAAAABBk/66zI19tTNxc/s320/IMG_3584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx0JA9iiI/AAAAAAAABBc/fQI-HvI69gI/s1600-h/IMG_3585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751717820893730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx0JA9iiI/AAAAAAAABBc/fQI-HvI69gI/s320/IMG_3585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta Love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxz7MfLZI/AAAAAAAABBU/URdHWw1uaHU/s1600-h/IMG_3590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751714111139218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxz7MfLZI/AAAAAAAABBU/URdHWw1uaHU/s320/IMG_3590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxec0htgI/AAAAAAAABBI/3dei50GESrI/s1600-h/IMG_3598+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751345180325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxec0htgI/AAAAAAAABBI/3dei50GESrI/s320/IMG_3598+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxeP_8zQI/AAAAAAAABA8/7h6Roc5WSpQ/s1600-h/IMG_3605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751341738577154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxeP_8zQI/AAAAAAAABA8/7h6Roc5WSpQ/s320/IMG_3605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxdOXyAcI/AAAAAAAABA0/aVLDdvkNm9s/s1600-h/IMG_3610+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751324121792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxdOXyAcI/AAAAAAAABA0/aVLDdvkNm9s/s320/IMG_3610+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxc_KaIxI/AAAAAAAABAs/SY1PvaOfNOU/s1600-h/IMG_3619+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751320039170834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxc_KaIxI/AAAAAAAABAs/SY1PvaOfNOU/s320/IMG_3619+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxchCCXKI/AAAAAAAABAk/eKHMcamrnMU/s1600-h/IMG_3623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751311950994594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxchCCXKI/AAAAAAAABAk/eKHMcamrnMU/s320/IMG_3623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxHjauhWI/AAAAAAAABAc/SKye_3go6Xg/s1600-h/IMG_3631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260750951814169954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxHjauhWI/AAAAAAAABAc/SKye_3go6Xg/s320/IMG_3631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxHNregcI/AAAAAAAABAU/0LYY5nC-soo/s1600-h/IMG_3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260750945978843586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxHNregcI/AAAAAAAABAU/0LYY5nC-soo/s320/IMG_3638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorites...I love the look on Scott's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxGZanBiI/AAAAAAAABAM/3f9MO96fQGY/s1600-h/IMG_3655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260750931949454882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxGZanBiI/AAAAAAAABAM/3f9MO96fQGY/s320/IMG_3655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxGKAIzvI/AAAAAAAABAE/xtSwcykEz14/s1600-h/IMG_3658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260750927811890930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHxGKAIzvI/AAAAAAAABAE/xtSwcykEz14/s320/IMG_3658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-1110190427356859502?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/1110190427356859502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=1110190427356859502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1110190427356859502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/1110190427356859502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SQHx8OlnfgI/AAAAAAAABB8/_s0k_ulq_Cw/s72-c/IMG_3559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-7159458272909648648</id><published>2008-10-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:40:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Punkin Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Tuesday night we carved our "punkin man" as Isabelle calls every pumpkin she sees. It was so funny because Isabelle Was fine with the pumpkin until we took the top off and she saw what is inside. It totally freaked her out!!! She wouldn't go near it. Even last night when we got home, as soon as we pulled up to the house she said, "punkin man scare me." Easton and Braden enjoyed it though. They wouldn't use their hands to get the stuff out but they helped with spoons. Braden even helped carve a little bit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260358044968984626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQCLxXW-oDI/AAAAAAAAA_8/3jKDl8V292s/s320/pumpkin+patch+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Isabelle's NOT thrilled by the whole thing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260358041017861826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQCLxIo9RsI/AAAAAAAAA_0/GTNCUkd-1eY/s320/pumpkin+patch+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our finished Pumkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260358031878545442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQCLwml-YCI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0a2iiuzycpo/s320/pumpkin+patch+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260358025427691154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SQCLwOj-JpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_4T70e7sZYk/s320/pumpkin+patch+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-7159458272909648648?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/7159458272909648648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=7159458272909648648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7159458272909648648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/7159458272909648648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/punkin-man.html' title='&quot;Punkin Man&quot;'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SQCLxXW-oDI/AAAAAAAAA_8/3jKDl8V292s/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2666983312775343878</id><published>2008-10-21T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:12:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday afternoon we went and took some family pictures. We started at Black Bayou then went to the pumpkin patch. We got a guy that Scott knows to take them so we haven't gotten them back yet but here are a few that I took at the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabelle loves to hugs. Everynight I say"give me a kiss," and she does then she says "hug mommy, I want hug." So Sweet!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259974302047783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uwlk9y8I/AAAAAAAAA-8/eBIov8-j1go/s320/pumpkin+patch+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I took about 10 pics of the five of them...its impossible to get them all looking at the camera, not to mention smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259974312173505138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uxLTICnI/AAAAAAAAA_E/E88tzPc4Luw/s320/pumpkin+patch+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabelle's "Wibia" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259974319188987042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uxlbvzKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/tgsTE94xymc/s320/pumpkin+patch+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Love this pic of Braden. He was loving having his pic taken.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259974333232674146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uyZwBdWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/OZPdx7EHBL0/s320/pumpkin+patch+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The wagons were a huge hit. Thats all they wanted to do, load the pumpkins and carry them around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259974344418437554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uzDa6qbI/AAAAAAAAA_c/gpKTN-K616c/s320/pumpkin+patch+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259973581040804034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uGnngYMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-BYcY6oXus4/s320/pumpkin+patch+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; How tall this Fall? I don't know whats up with the face. =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259973601743888370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uH0vgX_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/Uc3XyDBXwhc/s320/pumpkin+patch+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259973597980301074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uHmuMlxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QhSRd9Yzzj4/s320/pumpkin+patch+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259973590679749922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uHLhnBSI/AAAAAAAAA-k/uZXRP4ZhBm8/s320/pumpkin+patch+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2666983312775343878?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2666983312775343878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2666983312775343878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2666983312775343878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2666983312775343878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SP8uwlk9y8I/AAAAAAAAA-8/eBIov8-j1go/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-9084163337939832418</id><published>2008-10-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:58:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Scott!!! He's been dreading the day he turns 40 but it's here and there's no turning back now. Worst part is he has to spend it away from the family!! These pics were taken Sunday when we celebrated at his mom's. Don't know why a couple of them are blurry but wanted to put them on there anyway. In case you can't read the hat, it says, "Old Fart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254106623924627602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpWIxMN6JI/AAAAAAAAA98/LfnYnZUkrFk/s320/kids+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isabelle's first time on the 4-wheeler and she was loving it. When the boys weren't on it she managed to get on(imagine that) and she would "accidentally" push the pedal. It was pretty funny because she thought she was hot stuff.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254106634906894162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpWJaGl_1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/wappwPMKOSM/s320/kids+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254106641060681842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpWJxBxWHI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f-yLjMGLyAc/s320/kids+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254106645676244418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpWKCONPcI/AAAAAAAAA-U/atEOiFgz9EE/s320/kids+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-9084163337939832418?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/9084163337939832418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=9084163337939832418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/9084163337939832418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/9084163337939832418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-hill.html' title='Over the Hill'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpWIxMN6JI/AAAAAAAAA98/LfnYnZUkrFk/s72-c/kids+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-5700903491341187957</id><published>2008-10-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:13:24.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked Out</title><content type='html'>I have to share this story because just sitting here thinking about it makes me laugh. Tonight me and the kids got home from AWANA about 7:30. It was really dark so I was having trouble opening the front door. I had a bunch of stuff in my hands and I was trying to hurry. Well something caught my eye and I realized there was a baby frog on the door. This is nothing new, we get frogs on our front and back door all the time. One morning I was leaving for work and didn't see the frog and when I opened the door it jumped in the house. I had to go get Scott out of bed to get it. So tonight when I saw the frog I just knew when I opened the door it would jump in the house and Scott wouldn't be there to get it. I plugged in our Halloween lights we have hanging around the door and backed the kids up. I was taking stuff out of their bag and throwing it at the frog trying to get it to move but I kept missing. Scott had just given me his garage door opener and since I had driven his truck I couldn't get in the garage. So finally I picked up both the kids, carried them around the house in the pitch black and went in the back door. I went and opened the garage so I could go get the rest of our stuff. All that for a frog that was no longer than an inch long. Stupid frog!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-5700903491341187957?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/5700903491341187957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=5700903491341187957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5700903491341187957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/5700903491341187957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/blocked-out.html' title='Blocked Out'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3253977946631921899</id><published>2008-10-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:14:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out The Ballgame</title><content type='html'>Last week the kids wore their Cubbies shirts on Wednesday, then Thursday Isabelle Wore her Angel jersey and Easton had his Dodger shirt. We were out at the ballfield watching my girls play and I was able to capture a few pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course I couldn't get them to both look at camera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254104428333276018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpUI9-cm3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ReZiLAc7N8M/s320/kids+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254104437160868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpUJe3G-MI/AAAAAAAAA9k/pCqPgepY8cs/s320/kids+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Easton is his "ready" position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254104442032332738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpUJxAjn8I/AAAAAAAAA9s/owco3-AcSAE/s320/kids+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254104452197746210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpUKW4LhiI/AAAAAAAAA90/fGay6brWRUw/s320/kids+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a teeball league in Monroe called wee-ball. We have been talking to Easton about playing and he is fired up!!! When you ask him if he wants to play soccer, he says,"No, I gonna play weeball."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3253977946631921899?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3253977946631921899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3253977946631921899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3253977946631921899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3253977946631921899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-me-out-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out The Ballgame'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SOpUI9-cm3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ReZiLAc7N8M/s72-c/kids+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-279276676440240458</id><published>2008-10-03T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:07:31.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Cubbies!!!</title><content type='html'>I am embarrassed to post this after how bad the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; played last night but the picture is still cute. I had put out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; Dodger shirt and Isabelle's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; shirt for school Wednesday. Well apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; threw a fit and had to wear his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; shirt too. So yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; wore his Dodger shirt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Isabeele&lt;/span&gt; had on her Angels jersey that was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eastons&lt;/span&gt;. I will get those up soon!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959106061084610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SOZCecBsp8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/wBrBoE-h3xY/s320/PIC-0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-279276676440240458?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/279276676440240458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=279276676440240458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/279276676440240458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/279276676440240458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-cubbies.html' title='Go Cubbies!!!'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SOZCecBsp8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/wBrBoE-h3xY/s72-c/PIC-0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-2529723118890589745</id><published>2008-10-01T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:22:20.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Made Dat</title><content type='html'>When we were in CA over the summer Easton had just hit the world of "why's." Everything you said to him you got the response, "why?" So my mom started answering him by saying, "That's how God made it." So ever since then if you ask Easton a question, like, "why are so so cute?" Or "Why are you so smart?" He would reply, "Cuz God made me." Well Isabelle has caught on too...if you ask her, "Isabelle, How did you get so smart?" She says in a real soft voice, "God made dat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-2529723118890589745?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/2529723118890589745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=2529723118890589745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2529723118890589745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/2529723118890589745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-made-dat.html' title='God Made Dat'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-8966985014295119069</id><published>2008-09-23T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:23:41.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pledge Allegiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; has been learning the Pledge Of Allegiance at day care. We say it at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; but that has only been twice. But last night when we were going to sleep I asked him if he wanted to say his prayer and Bible verse. He said, "No, I wanna say the Pledge Allegiance." It shocked me but I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. This is his version,"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Amereeca, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indivisiable&lt;/span&gt; and justice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; all." You would have to hear the sweet little voice he says it in. He even put his right hand over his heart...it was precious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-8966985014295119069?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/8966985014295119069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=8966985014295119069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8966985014295119069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/8966985014295119069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/09/pledge-allegiance.html' title='The Pledge Allegiance'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-6013638984379957524</id><published>2008-09-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:53:39.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>When I ask Isabelle who mommy's sweetheart is she points to herself and says, very matter of factly, "ME!"   She cracks me up too when you ask her a question and her answer is yes so used to say,"uh-huh." Now she will go, "Uh-huh...YES."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-6013638984379957524?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/6013638984379957524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=6013638984379957524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6013638984379957524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/6013638984379957524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommys-sweetheart.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Sweetheart'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3943371303505231009</id><published>2008-09-15T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:33:52.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I John 4:10</title><content type='html'>Easton started AWANA last Wednesday. He is now a Cubbie which is 3 &amp;amp; 4 year olds. He had a Bible verse to remember so we have been practicing all week. He has to say "God loved us and sent his Son I John 4:10." So usually I will start and say, "God" then Easton says, "loved" and we go back and forth. Well last night we were going to practice it and I started to say it and he says, "No mom, you're supposed to say, God loved us and sent his son I John verse 10." It was so cute and he was so proud of himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3943371303505231009?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3943371303505231009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3943371303505231009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3943371303505231009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3943371303505231009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-john-410.html' title='I John 4:10'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-4639690190084762858</id><published>2008-09-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:51:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2KqwOaI9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/YO5dq7yBoKA/s1600-h/Aug+09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241498008433599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2KqwOaI9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/YO5dq7yBoKA/s320/Aug+09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hurricane is never a good thing and alot of bad things come from them but looking on the possitive side...it has given us a nice LONG weekend. The governor made about 30 parishes in Louisiana close school tues and wednesday so we are definitely enjoying our extra time off. Scott actually got the day off today too. Other than ALOT of rain and some wind it hasn't been too bad here. The wind last night knocked out alot of the electricity in our area but we were fortunate to keep our electricity and dish. Even though we have only been back a couple weeks it was definitely a break that was much needed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-4639690190084762858?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/4639690190084762858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=4639690190084762858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4639690190084762858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/4639690190084762858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/09/gustav.html' title='Gustav'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2KqwOaI9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/YO5dq7yBoKA/s72-c/Aug+09+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990207791521004841.post-3659985359906352883</id><published>2008-09-02T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:44:51.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Delta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.highdelta.com/safaripark/home.html"&gt;High Delta Safari Park&lt;/a&gt; a couple weeks ago. It was fun and the kids enjoyed it but it was definitely way over priced. Its only about 45 minutes from our house and has been there for a couple years but we had never been. You can take a wagon tour or drive your own car through the "safari" and see a bunch of wild animals. It was really neat how the animals came right up to the wagon to eat. All Easton talked about all week was going to see the animals but when we got there he would not get near them. Isabelle on the other hand was not as scared as I thought she would be. She wouldn't let the animals eat out of her cup but she would throw the food at them and say,"Get it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241494008671764306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2HB783_1I/AAAAAAAAA8U/m_I8Wr6HS44/s320/Aug+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241494015688362002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2HCWFwyBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zv1YqSt82O0/s320/Aug+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241494022520271474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2HCvincnI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Tw61FzAQDIA/s320/Aug+09+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241496101570603042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2I7wm16CI/AAAAAAAAA8s/axFU0W6sBJ8/s320/Aug+09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241496112258891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2I8YbIQCI/AAAAAAAAA80/OWYjpJpgc40/s320/Aug+09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241496121172960498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2I85oaJPI/AAAAAAAAA88/bf1i4ewRJT4/s320/Aug+09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241496125416443826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2I9JcIj7I/AAAAAAAAA9E/QfDlPuSloo0/s320/Aug+09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990207791521004841-3659985359906352883?l=bruscatofam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/feeds/3659985359906352883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990207791521004841&amp;postID=3659985359906352883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3659985359906352883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990207791521004841/posts/default/3659985359906352883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruscatofam.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-delta.html' title='High Delta'/><author><name>Bruscato Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08609913705558708101</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/_w_lsmFlruss/SL2HB783_1I/AAAAAAAAA8U/m_I8Wr6HS44/s72-c/Aug+09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
