<?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-3654165027770477977</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:53:38.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben, KoriAnn &amp; Brighton</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8737457693955445195</id><published>2012-01-20T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:54:56.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years!</title><content type='html'>Ben and I celebrated our 6th anniversary this past weekend. Brighton stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Anderson, and Cherokee got to stay with Grandma Natter. We knew it was going to be a slim anniversary. I normally try and get us&amp;nbsp;a hotel room and plan something fun for the weekend but our weekend at home was just as memorable I think. I told Ben at the first of the week last week that we were going to build a fort in our living room and just play games and be lazy for once in our busy lives. When Ben got home on Friday night we opened our gifts from each other. I bought him Moneyball he bought me Something Borrowed. We ordered our favorite pizza from Papa John's.&amp;nbsp;Ben's favorite is the BBQ&amp;nbsp;Chicken Pizza&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;mine is the&amp;nbsp;Spinach alfredo pizza. We ran to the theatre after picking up our pizza and got ourselves some drinks and some popcorn for our movies. It was such a good night. We moved our mattress in the living room and built ourselves what we called a "fort" it was more like a jail cell if you ask me but we just went with it and had a great night. We even got a couple of games of Skip Bo in. Although, Ben beats me everytime. I managed to beat him once. When my pile only had ten cards in it while his had 20. Ha! Saturday we got up and went walking than we came home and were lazy all day. It was so nice not to have to do anything for a change! We headed to the Bountiful Temple later in the afternoon on Saturday. We hit the 5:30 session.&amp;nbsp;I was so thrilled to be able to go to the temple with Ben. I think it helped us have a good week this past week. I was grateful to feel the spirit while at the temple and be able to remember what covenants we made this time 6 years ago (although a day behind this year). After the temple we headed to our favorite Mexican Restaurant and enjoyed a delicious dinner as always and even indulged in the best fried ice cream. I seriously could NOT stop eating it. It was so good!!! Maybe that is why we never get dessert after we eat because&amp;nbsp;I eat it all. After we enjoyed dinner we headed to G &amp;amp; G Anderson's to get Brighton. It was a great weekend spent with the Man I Love. I just wish it could have been a little longer. I am thinking that once Ben graduates school we'll go on a vacation just the two of us. That day cannot come fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCVNiq7V5b0/TxmZPLfp2sI/AAAAAAAABI8/zPmD4v3XXCw/s1600/PIC+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCVNiq7V5b0/TxmZPLfp2sI/AAAAAAAABI8/zPmD4v3XXCw/s320/PIC+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Blast throught the Past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6juvp3XOy4A/TxmZoeIN6LI/AAAAAAAABJM/stAlA9Yl_zo/s1600/Bennion+Family+2008+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6juvp3XOy4A/TxmZoeIN6LI/AAAAAAAABJM/stAlA9Yl_zo/s320/Bennion+Family+2008+014.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGMDlz0TXWk/TxmZZFfQ_XI/AAAAAAAABJE/NHm0ZXTS2LE/s1600/California+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGMDlz0TXWk/TxmZZFfQ_XI/AAAAAAAABJE/NHm0ZXTS2LE/s320/California+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-AnjUzu-kw/TxmZ5zPZsJI/AAAAAAAABJc/u5aQzTRklxA/s1600/HPIM1283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-AnjUzu-kw/TxmZ5zPZsJI/AAAAAAAABJc/u5aQzTRklxA/s320/HPIM1283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGsrQuvHGxU/Txmabv-OxAI/AAAAAAAABJk/eWDGZQ-Ool4/s1600/HPIM1537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGsrQuvHGxU/Txmabv-OxAI/AAAAAAAABJk/eWDGZQ-Ool4/s320/HPIM1537.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLocjE0I79Y/TxmavSmm5MI/AAAAAAAABJs/58FhNWNmC3A/s1600/2011+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLocjE0I79Y/TxmavSmm5MI/AAAAAAAABJs/58FhNWNmC3A/s320/2011+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFLZ7-8mIto/Txma9aM_frI/AAAAAAAABJ0/bIZmy_h859A/s1600/New+Years+Eve+2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFLZ7-8mIto/Txma9aM_frI/AAAAAAAABJ0/bIZmy_h859A/s400/New+Years+Eve+2011+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the first picture of 2012. We never got a picture of us on our anniversary. So this will have to do! I love this picture though. Brighton's face is priceless! Also, it goes to show that he is the center of our world!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8737457693955445195?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8737457693955445195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8737457693955445195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8737457693955445195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8737457693955445195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-years.html' title='6 Years!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCVNiq7V5b0/TxmZPLfp2sI/AAAAAAAABI8/zPmD4v3XXCw/s72-c/PIC+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-650738489571691553</id><published>2012-01-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:25:00.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andersons' Top 11 in 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;11- Brighton's 1st Birthday Party with Family and Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10- Brighton's many sleepovers with Grandma Natter, Grandma and Grandpa Anderson, and Grandpa and Grandma Bennion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;9- Spent lots of time with Grandma's and Grandpa's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8- Adult Trip to Lake Powell in August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7-&amp;nbsp;Ben and KoriAnn got called to teach Valiant 10 together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6- We put our house up for sale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5- Ben was a Troop Guide for a Wood Badge Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4- We got a new Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3- Ben finished another Semester of school....hopefully only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; three more left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2- We are debt free...except for our HOME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1- We are all Happy and Healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here is to 2012! We can't wait for what is to come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgEv2RzPxOs/TwDpYPSS1UI/AAAAAAAABI0/aHfHwJi2xjA/s1600/New+Years+Eve+2011+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgEv2RzPxOs/TwDpYPSS1UI/AAAAAAAABI0/aHfHwJi2xjA/s400/New+Years+Eve+2011+014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-650738489571691553?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/650738489571691553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=650738489571691553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/650738489571691553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/650738489571691553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2012/01/andersons-top-11-in-11.html' title='Andersons&apos; Top 11 in 11'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgEv2RzPxOs/TwDpYPSS1UI/AAAAAAAABI0/aHfHwJi2xjA/s72-c/New+Years+Eve+2011+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6807241865992544499</id><published>2012-01-01T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:23:36.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHhVXgqFLpo/TwDaiZvg3II/AAAAAAAABIA/n2HSd5p65y0/s1600/Christmas+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHhVXgqFLpo/TwDaiZvg3II/AAAAAAAABIA/n2HSd5p65y0/s320/Christmas+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow! It was an awesome Christmas. My Mom spent the night here at our house. It is always fun to have my Mom here with us. We woke up early on Christmas morning and unwrapped presents. We are such spoiled kids. Brighton enjoyed his basketball hoop from Santa. Santa also got him a baseball thing to, but he is not into that so much. He got new church clothes, shoes, and blocks from santa. All of Brighton's grandparents spoiled him rotten. He managed to get lots of cars, trains, books, and clothes. Our house is suddenly feeling smaller and smaller. Socks, clothes belts, scarfs, gloves, new bed sheets, workout clothes, gift cards, money, and wicked tickets were the highlight of mine and Ben's Christmas. We honestly have more than we ever deserve. We spent the morning at church, came home took a nap, and headed for Salt Lake. We stopped at Grandma Bennion's to see everyone and then ended our night at Grandma and Grandpa Anderson's house. It was so great to be with family. We would have it no other way. We are so grateful for the birth of our Savior, and for this time of year to reflect on this wonderful miracle. We are so blessed with great family and friends. For each of you, thank you for being a part of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41WfvZjt9vE/TwDavr49ksI/AAAAAAAABII/qs8gR2q3SCg/s1600/Christmas+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41WfvZjt9vE/TwDavr49ksI/AAAAAAAABII/qs8gR2q3SCg/s320/Christmas+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Brighton when he first saw all of his presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyByW-OAE6E/TwDa8eysu5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/4nyUSkypC1g/s1600/Christmas+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyByW-OAE6E/TwDa8eysu5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/4nyUSkypC1g/s320/Christmas+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brighton Loves his Basketball Hoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ5AZzmeVqw/TwDbIYeEc6I/AAAAAAAABIY/GpnmZEj-8xQ/s1600/Christmas+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ5AZzmeVqw/TwDbIYeEc6I/AAAAAAAABIY/GpnmZEj-8xQ/s320/Christmas+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We gave my Mom scriptures. It is a blue quad with her name engraved in it. She loved it! She is crying. It was priceless and made me tear up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PV-P48gfS3k/TwDbVCkDXwI/AAAAAAAABIg/0jLwgHrJ-Tk/s1600/Christmas+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PV-P48gfS3k/TwDbVCkDXwI/AAAAAAAABIg/0jLwgHrJ-Tk/s320/Christmas+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brighton's New Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUfU3dx2Nv0/TwDbhmoQaTI/AAAAAAAABIo/9lRwwMSbsHk/s1600/Christmas+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUfU3dx2Nv0/TwDbhmoQaTI/AAAAAAAABIo/9lRwwMSbsHk/s400/Christmas+023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Anderson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6807241865992544499?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6807241865992544499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6807241865992544499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6807241865992544499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6807241865992544499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHhVXgqFLpo/TwDaiZvg3II/AAAAAAAABIA/n2HSd5p65y0/s72-c/Christmas+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2675256396724659042</id><published>2011-12-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:15:21.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicles</title><content type='html'>In August...Ben rear ended&amp;nbsp;someone over on&amp;nbsp; Larsen Lane. We just barely got his vehicle fixed just a few weeks ago. The other night he pulled out onto Washington Boulevard and someone smacked right into him. He swears he didn't see the car that he pulled out in front of. I came home not in a good mood once I got the voicemail that Ben had gotten into another car accident. My mind was racing about what we were going to do, and how we were going to pay for what was going to have to be fixed or bought. Considering that in his voicemail he told me that he thinks that he totaled the truck. It was a sad week for&amp;nbsp;us. We didn't know what to think or do.&amp;nbsp;Ben was planning on going to&amp;nbsp;Brigham on Monday to see what they could find vehicle wise. We decided that we needed to find a new truck for Ben.&amp;nbsp;We were not looking forward to going back into debt for a vehicle, but we knew that is what&amp;nbsp;we had to do. &lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas Eve at Ben's parents house&amp;nbsp;catching up with extended family and grandparents. It was great&amp;nbsp;to see everyone. Once it was time to go Dad asked us how we we're going to get all of our&amp;nbsp; christmas&amp;nbsp;presents in our trunk. I wasn't too worried considering that we were going to come back down to Salt Lake&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;and we&amp;nbsp;could fit all of the stuff that we didn't get in our trunk that next day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't realize that there was three totes full of food storage, a box of diapers for Brighton and wipes. I couldn't believe how much they gave us. I was so thrilled. I was soon to be even more excited when my father in law shoved me outside to see if we could fit all of that stuff in our vehicle...and when I stepped outside I found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAR_DhPQl2A/Tv4aQ5Ir1QI/AAAAAAAABHc/-mvtVPef-is/s1600/Christmas+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAR_DhPQl2A/Tv4aQ5Ir1QI/AAAAAAAABHc/-mvtVPef-is/s320/Christmas+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-El3WofLZUtY/Tv4ae9pWSTI/AAAAAAAABHk/dcE80TY11RM/s1600/Christmas+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-El3WofLZUtY/Tv4ae9pWSTI/AAAAAAAABHk/dcE80TY11RM/s320/Christmas+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lAU08Zu_jBk/Tv4asDJbW1I/AAAAAAAABHs/b4-xqTKfAVc/s1600/Christmas+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lAU08Zu_jBk/Tv4asDJbW1I/AAAAAAAABHs/b4-xqTKfAVc/s320/Christmas+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHA3jXYJI_Y/Tv4a5d6IjqI/AAAAAAAABH0/nTjAVQh_tkk/s1600/Christmas+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHA3jXYJI_Y/Tv4a5d6IjqI/AAAAAAAABH0/nTjAVQh_tkk/s320/Christmas+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how awesome is that?? Pretty Awesome. I totally love my Inlaws. I truly believe that they are answers to prayers. They are so giving and they always take care of us. They know when we are stressed and need some talking to or need some help. They are amazing people! This is a Christmas gift and a Graduation gift for when Ben finally graduates college. Which is next December...we hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2675256396724659042?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2675256396724659042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2675256396724659042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2675256396724659042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2675256396724659042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/12/vehicles.html' title='Vehicles'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAR_DhPQl2A/Tv4aQ5Ir1QI/AAAAAAAABHc/-mvtVPef-is/s72-c/Christmas+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6075584051321367568</id><published>2011-12-29T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:52:10.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPgC_p5gt_0/TvzBf0NshGI/AAAAAAAABG0/h7OZPPuZCYc/s1600/Christmas+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPgC_p5gt_0/TvzBf0NshGI/AAAAAAAABG0/h7OZPPuZCYc/s320/Christmas+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you know The Anderson's you know that getting together is a rare occasion. We spend time with Mom and Dad Anderson at their house, or our house and so getting out and actually doing something is unique. So, it is a rare occasion to see something like Mom, Dad, Uncle Tyler, Ben, Brighton and myself at Temple Square together on a weeknight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the 20th we headed to Temple Square to spend the evening with them. Mom and Dad treated us to Sizzler before going to temple square. Once we made it to temple square we tried to keep Brighton's hands warm because he refused he gloves. Instead of getting in his stroller he was content with staying in arms of anyone that was willing to hold him. Which mainly consisted of Grandma, Grandpa and Tyler. I must say I got a nice break. Brighton was fascinated with the lights. He kept saying "Light" in his cute little voice.&amp;nbsp;It was a nice night together to be with family. I had to get a photo of it because it is so rare. I kind of forced everyone to take a picture. I think Mom was a little shocked that I just handed my camera to someone and asked the gentleman to take a picture of all of us. I am hoping that things like this continue. Next task with the Anderson's would be family pictures of all of us. It will be priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIbMZmuavCI/TvzEAsWnc6I/AAAAAAAABHA/sPsvD8zFmPk/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIbMZmuavCI/TvzEAsWnc6I/AAAAAAAABHA/sPsvD8zFmPk/s320/014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9KMlH9sxI4/TvzEc3ANEMI/AAAAAAAABHQ/r6Cv8ksuS2U/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9KMlH9sxI4/TvzEc3ANEMI/AAAAAAAABHQ/r6Cv8ksuS2U/s400/022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQrywTYCxf4/TvzEPmp1d1I/AAAAAAAABHI/GX_-KVqAYN0/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQrywTYCxf4/TvzEPmp1d1I/AAAAAAAABHI/GX_-KVqAYN0/s200/025.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6075584051321367568?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6075584051321367568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6075584051321367568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6075584051321367568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6075584051321367568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/12/temple-square.html' title='Temple Square'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPgC_p5gt_0/TvzBf0NshGI/AAAAAAAABG0/h7OZPPuZCYc/s72-c/Christmas+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-9132338941309900269</id><published>2011-12-19T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:05:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to see the Boise Bennion's</title><content type='html'>My cousin Andrew graduated from Boise State University on Friday December 16th. My Dad, Grandma Bennion, Aunt Ellen and Uncle Kevin were heading up to Boise Thursday night and so I decided to tag along with them. We laughed a lot. They had some good chats. Some very serious and some very funny. I was in the back all by myself so I either slept, watched a movie or pretended to listen to their conversations ;) But for the most part, it was a fun trip. My Dad and Uncle Kevin seriously are so funny together. They teased us girls alot, but I know we wouldn't have it any other way. When we got into Boise it took forever to find the hotel. Guys don't ask for directions, girls do. Grandma kept saying "Do you want me to call Dorothy" No! Would be the guys comment. We finally made it to the our hotel, dumped our stuff off and went to Aunt Dorothy's house for dinner. It was SO good to see Aunt Dorothy, Cameron, and Andrew. I seriously think the last time I saw Andrew was when Uncle Jan (Andrew's Dad) passed away...almost six years ago! Next time, we are not waiting so long to see them. Andrew and I are seven months apart. He was born in January and I was born in August. I have always felt very close to Andrew even if we don't see each other very often at all. We ate a very yummy&amp;nbsp;dinner at Dorothy's. I am sure we chatter their ears off. We decided it was time to head back to the hotel so that everyone could get some sleep for the graduation in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;We had to run to Walgreen's and get some ear plugs because my Dad and uncle Kevin snore. Kudos to my Dad for not snoring at all and Uncle Kevin for snoring, but not too loud. I had earplugs in that worked wonders so I didn't have a problem there. I must say though, that pull out couches are HORRIBLE to sleep on, but I managed. &lt;br /&gt;We woke up bright and early on Friday morning. We ate breakfast and got ready and headed to BSU for the graduation. It was a neat graduation. I could feel Uncle Jan there. I am sure everyone else could too. Aunt Dorothy would cry at times, I held back the tears. I was pretty proud of myself :) I am normally a ball baby. &lt;br /&gt;After the graduation we&amp;nbsp;headed for lunch. It took FOREVER to get out of the parking garage. At one point Grandma Bennion was ready to get out of the car and pound some Professor for stopping traffic. She kept calling the lady an a-hole! It was hiliarious! I put on my headphones and watched a DVD. Let's just say the movie was halfway over by the time we got to the restaurant because once again the guys would NOT ask for directions. &lt;br /&gt;Backing up to Friday morning in the hotel because everyone must know this story in blogland. My Dad and I have never been to see Uncle Jan's grave. I believe Kevin, Ellen and Grandma have been up there once right after his headston was put in but that is all. So...the plan was after lunch to go and see Jan's grave. While getting ready in the morning Kevin got a newspaper and saw that there was going to be a snowmobile back flip contest at the Walmart in Idaho and so my Dad being the jockster that he is came up with a plan...After my aunt Ellen and Grandma got done eating breakfast and came back up to the hotel room my Dad broke the news to Grandma. Here is how it went...&amp;nbsp; "Mom, after the graduation and lunch we are not going to have time to go to Jan's grave because we need to go to the snowmobile back flip contest at the local walmart" &lt;br /&gt;Grandma's face was priceless. Seriously Megann you would have died of laughter. &lt;br /&gt;But anyways we all started busting up laughing because my Grandma did not find it funny at all. She told my Dad she normally can differtiate between a joke and being serious but you just don't mess with her like that. &lt;br /&gt;After a yummy lunch, we headed to Uncle Jan's grave. Grandma started crying the second we pulled into the gates. We chatted around his grave for a bit and Cameron was telling Kevin and I about some of the graves and the people that were laid to rest and their stories. It was a humbling experience for me. I was so grateful we got to go and see his grave and visit and talk about some memories that we have of him. &lt;br /&gt;My aunt Dorothy goes up there alot. After six years she says she tries to go up every Sunday. How priceless is that! I am sure Uncle Jan is so anxious for his wife to get back to him. But for now, him and Grandpa Bennion I am sure are having a grand old time.&lt;br /&gt;After the gravesite, we headed home. I am so glad I got to tag along with my family to go and see the Boise Bennion's. Man, how I have missed you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJXHUFi0OHI/TvAwykFZRsI/AAAAAAAABGY/rq4sy5Jp6lg/s1600/Pics+102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJXHUFi0OHI/TvAwykFZRsI/AAAAAAAABGY/rq4sy5Jp6lg/s400/Pics+102.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's right next to the guy with the purple/blue rope thingy. What r those called? Look for the guy with the&amp;nbsp; full beard :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw2GNga5oXA/TvAxB2kk7fI/AAAAAAAABGg/hPTBBVlSUl8/s1600/Pics+125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw2GNga5oXA/TvAxB2kk7fI/AAAAAAAABGg/hPTBBVlSUl8/s400/Pics+125.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron, Andrew and Cameron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbQRKRFlKy4/TvAvFtkdDRI/AAAAAAAABFw/L-Je_a4BD7o/s1600/Pics+100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbQRKRFlKy4/TvAvFtkdDRI/AAAAAAAABFw/L-Je_a4BD7o/s320/Pics+100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTyP5x-wxQs/TvAxRavIonI/AAAAAAAABGo/G8k_qAQq5-g/s1600/Pics+119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTyP5x-wxQs/TvAxRavIonI/AAAAAAAABGo/G8k_qAQq5-g/s400/Pics+119.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He Did It!!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwo6wN66crU/TvAvmEkvHYI/AAAAAAAABGA/ilCRBwMf-44/s1600/Pics+121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwo6wN66crU/TvAvmEkvHYI/AAAAAAAABGA/ilCRBwMf-44/s320/Pics+121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom aka Aunt Dorothy and Andrew&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3qi_qOxZ9A/TvAwG1zXHlI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Axusbdwyajg/s1600/Pics+127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3qi_qOxZ9A/TvAwG1zXHlI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Axusbdwyajg/s320/Pics+127.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;KoriAnn and Andrew&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1h44UYDoHU/TvAv27S8p-I/AAAAAAAABGI/LChbk3bgut0/s1600/Pics+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1h44UYDoHU/TvAv27S8p-I/AAAAAAAABGI/LChbk3bgut0/s400/Pics+122.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riki (Andrew's Girlfriend) and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;We really were thrilled to meet Ricki. She is a very cute girl! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-9132338941309900269?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/9132338941309900269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=9132338941309900269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/9132338941309900269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/9132338941309900269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/12/visit-to-see-boise-bennions.html' title='Visit to see the Boise Bennion&apos;s'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJXHUFi0OHI/TvAwykFZRsI/AAAAAAAABGY/rq4sy5Jp6lg/s72-c/Pics+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4014571550300562086</id><published>2011-12-14T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:23:47.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it has been FOREVER! Life seems to get in the way sometimes...ok alot!! I guess I better update everyone as to what is going on in the Anderson Home. We have offically put our house on the market. So if you know of anyone looking...ours is available :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben just finished his semester of school. He does so good and works so hard to provide for our family. Some days I wonder how he functions, because I know that if I did what he does in a day I would probably die! He is a great man, and works hard at whatever he is doing in life. For that, I am thankful for. We are hoping he will be done with school in a year. I hope at that point he decides to take a break from school and just work. He is trying to decide if he wants to go for his Masters Degree. I'm still crazy about this husband of mine. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brighton continues to grow like crazy. We cannot believe that in only two short months our little man will be turning two. In the last few weeks he has been talking up a storm. Some of our favorite words are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buot is Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soso is Yo Yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bighton is Brighton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is Ben &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KriAnn is KoriAnn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelboo is Shelby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dake is Drake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nawn is Shawn. Just a week or so ago Nawn was Shawn but now he can say Shawn. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chekee is Cherokee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coner is Connor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bear is Blair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandma is Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganpa is Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty is Tyler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keth is Keith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ball is Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light is Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pease is Please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tank U is Thank You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orry is Sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many other words but these are some of our favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type this words I can't believe how much he is talking. He loves to say mom, mom, mom, mom all day until I say " What Brighton?" and then he'll continue mom, mom, mom. If Ben is at home it is Brighton saying Dad or Ben. Ben won't answer when Brighton calls him Ben but Bri has not figured that out yet. My mom taught him my name last night. So I am sure it won't be too long before he is calling me KoriAnn. Also, if you ask Brighton was his name is he will tell you Drake. He thinks he is so funny, but he really does know his name and that is priceless to this first time mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't believe that 2011 is almost over. We have been blessed so many things over just this past year. We are grateful for this time of year to reflect on our Savior, for his birth, and his acceptance towards his Father's plan. Christmas we get caught up in the lights, the presents, and so many worldly things that we sometimes forget about the true meaning of CHRISTmas. How truly blessed we all are to be living today. Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Anderson Family&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jneDAHMb5Xk/TukWh25U79I/AAAAAAAABEQ/V92kz6gEons/s1600/2011%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686100775459418066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jneDAHMb5Xk/TukWh25U79I/AAAAAAAABEQ/V92kz6gEons/s320/2011%2B064.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4014571550300562086?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4014571550300562086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4014571550300562086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4014571550300562086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4014571550300562086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time.'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jneDAHMb5Xk/TukWh25U79I/AAAAAAAABEQ/V92kz6gEons/s72-c/2011%2B064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1888092902347456616</id><published>2011-05-01T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:56:15.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>Today I got up as usual bright and early around 7 am. Got myself, and the little man ready for church. It felt like a normal Sunday would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few weeks with Brighton in Sacrament meeting have been tough. Sometimes I even wonder why I am at church. I feel distracted and no spiritual feeding from the last few weeks. Even Easter Sunday my thoughts were not turned to my Savior. Having kids changes Sacrament meeting for everyone, right??&lt;br /&gt;It was Fast and Testimony Meeting today. I was so emotionally touched by each individual testimont that was bore on Sunday. As I watched a father take his son by his hand and direct him to the podium. While the Dad bore his testimony his son watched his Dad. After his Dad was done bearing his testimony he tried to get the son to bear his testimony after a few minutes I was in amazement as I watched the Dad reassure the little boy that he could do it, that he was doing good and so forth. As the little boy bore his testimony my eyes filled up with tears. I watched as the Dad guided that little boy, helped him along the way, and encouraged him til the very end. I was touched and spiritually fed at that point. I couldn't help but think about my Father in Heaven. As he lets us leave his heavenly home he is helping us, guiding us along the way in this earthly home. He is there beside us even though he is not physically there. He is encouraging us until the very end. I can't help but think that even after this life is over our Heavenly Father will wrap his arms around us numerous times, and tell us how much he loves us.&lt;br /&gt;During sharing time in Primary we were practicing the song "Love is Spoken Here" I couldn't help but turn my thoughts to my Inlaws. With tears in my eyes once again I thought about how thankful I am for them. I am thankful for a loving Heavenly Father that led me to my eternal companion, that has such wonderful parents. They have taught me that through thick and thin life can still go. I am so thankful for their example. I am grateful for their willingness to except me as a daughter of their very own. I hope Ben and I can one day be just as great as they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1888092902347456616?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1888092902347456616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1888092902347456616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1888092902347456616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1888092902347456616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3186375525017627464</id><published>2011-02-28T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:43:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x7Nv6lXxmY/TWwI4KQx5hI/AAAAAAAABEE/SwkC-3uT4iM/s1600/Brighton%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvlcK9kqFqI/TWwI3iGWJBI/AAAAAAAABD8/oQx4s34vbAw/s1600/Brighton%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578843788544451602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvlcK9kqFqI/TWwI3iGWJBI/AAAAAAAABD8/oQx4s34vbAw/s320/Brighton%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_VWMwyarVo/TWwI3CXn-vI/AAAAAAAABD0/Ei3xSbcttnQ/s1600/Brighton%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578843780026989298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_VWMwyarVo/TWwI3CXn-vI/AAAAAAAABD0/Ei3xSbcttnQ/s320/Brighton%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a few weeks since I have blogged. I knew the end of February was going to be tough and busy but we made it through. We celebrate a lot of Birthdays at the end of February. Ben's is on the 22nd, Brighton's is on the 26th and Grandpa Bennion's is today the 28th. We've done nothing but celebrate the last week of this month. This past Monday we had a little get together with family for Ben's birthday. We ate dinner at Training Table in Layton, and then came to our house for cake and ice cream to finish off the night. It was mainly about Brighton because we gave him a cupcake and he went to town on that, and then Grandpa Anderson took Aunt Blair's cupcake and gave that one to Brighton too. That wasn't good enough for Bri so he gave him one more. He enjoyed every last bit of it...considering most of it ended up in his lap or on the floor he enjoyed gearing up for his big 1st birthday on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Ben turned 28 this year. It is crazy to think that in two years he will be 30!! I tease him all of the time about it. My ideas are already flowing for the big birthday bash we are going to have for him. Haha!! Sorry Babe!! We love our Daddy so much. We appreciate all that he does for our little family. Brighton loves when his Dad comes home from work or school. He loves that his Daddy plays with him even when Dad is really tired. Ben is a great father to Brighton. I really couldn't have asked for a better husband. He is just wonderful!&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/3654165027770477977-3186375525017627464?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3186375525017627464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3186375525017627464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3186375525017627464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3186375525017627464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Week!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvlcK9kqFqI/TWwI3iGWJBI/AAAAAAAABD8/oQx4s34vbAw/s72-c/Brighton%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1314367732407062663</id><published>2011-02-04T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:37:46.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Birthday Plans</title><content type='html'>It's official our little Brighton is turning 1 in just a few short weeks. It makes his momma sad! Now I know why mom's cry when their kids get older. Time sure does fly by so fast and I hate it. I love the milestones he is continually reaching but then it is a constant reminder that he is getting older...SAD!!! I decided this morning around 5:30 that it was time to get the birthday plans in full swing. I was looking around cyber space this morning looking for 1st birthday onesies, and came across a onesie that said "This time last year my mom was miserable" or something to that effect. It gave me a good laugh! I was miserable and ready to be done with the pregnancy but also sad that it was coming to an end. It is absolutely amazing the connection you feel with your little one when he/she is inside of you. I have been playing around with some different invitation ideas and have came up with one that both Ben and I love. Ben told me that he loved the invitaion, I promptly asked him if he really liked it? or if he just was saying that because he knew it was important to me? He said both!! I was a happy wife. He sure has learned what is good for him in this marriage :) Haha!!! Here is proof BRANDIE that I do take pictures and that I will get better at this whole blogging land and pictures thing :) Also, Gleen-I am doing two post this week, not last week. January 31st and now today...same week :) Love ya both! Thanks for keeping me on track!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TUwqGtU14EI/AAAAAAAABDY/9fJETkjYlLM/s1600/26359_105119216175296_100000316549963_123220_4062476_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569873133885055042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TUwqGtU14EI/AAAAAAAABDY/9fJETkjYlLM/s320/26359_105119216175296_100000316549963_123220_4062476_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brighton the day he was born. Oh my goodness &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TUwqHFUxwlI/AAAAAAAABDg/n3MZFPwchnw/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569873140327236178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TUwqHFUxwlI/AAAAAAAABDg/n3MZFPwchnw/s320/DSC00004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at that hair!! Ahh, I love him!!! And the one on the right is on Christmas day at Grandma and Grandpa Anderson's house! See, our little man is growing up....tear!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1314367732407062663?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1314367732407062663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1314367732407062663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1314367732407062663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1314367732407062663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/02/1st-birthday-plans.html' title='1st Birthday Plans'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TUwqGtU14EI/AAAAAAAABDY/9fJETkjYlLM/s72-c/26359_105119216175296_100000316549963_123220_4062476_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7207799835393590851</id><published>2011-01-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:34:45.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Posts in One Week!! Due to my slackerness!!!</title><content type='html'>I didn't blog last week :( So now I have to blog twice this week. I have been busy working on life this past week. It's been a rough one too. I don't know why. It seems that life gets harder and harder these days. The simple things are tougher to do and the things I use to enjoy alot aren't as fun anymore. I blame the lame weather!!! I hate the weather here in Utah. Around this time every year I seem to be put in a funk. A few weeks ago, I started thinking about Brighton's first birthday party. I was creating his invitation, thinking about where and when we were going to have it, and getting excited for it. And now, I think about it now and it makes me want to cringe. :( All the details that have to go into it, and who will be invited, is simply too much for me right now. I have a problem. Random, last night I dreamed that I was pregnant!! We we're having a boy and his name was Daxton. Weird!! My father in law came into the labor room and chatted with my doctor about Europe. Haha! My doctor laughed it up with my father in law while I lay in bed totally uncomfortable with a nurse telling me that my baby was HUGE!!! It was by far the craziest dream I've had in a long time. My goal this week is to make it through the week without getting upset or onery. It seems to be in my nature lately. I don't know why??? I think we need to move to a warmer climate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7207799835393590851?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7207799835393590851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7207799835393590851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7207799835393590851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7207799835393590851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-posts-in-one-week-due-to-my.html' title='Two Posts in One Week!! Due to my slackerness!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7881241665387358974</id><published>2011-01-23T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:48:26.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TT0gtEvxQTI/AAAAAAAABDI/VqTbKHlGBHw/s1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565640673240105266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TT0gtEvxQTI/AAAAAAAABDI/VqTbKHlGBHw/s320/home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 11:27 pm on Sunday night and I realized that I haven't blogged this week. Eek!!! Let me just tell you that it has been one of those weeks. I am glad that there is a new week beginning. It's been one of those weeks at home, work, and children that make life so difficult at times. I was lifted by the spirit at church and that was something that I needed. I needed to hear certain things from other people in their remarks to help me realize that there is a time and a place for everything. I seem to think at times that I am in control of my life, but that is not the case. I know and have always learned ever since I was little that the Lord is in control, but seriously sometimes I have to be reminded the hard way that I am NOT in control. The Lord knows all and he knows what is best for me, my husband, and my children and that is something I need to continually be reminded of...(apparently!) I stress about the little things, I let people get under my skin, I let rumors bother me for weeks, I have a difficult time forgiving, and forgetting for that matter. Even when it comes to things that I have done to other people. I have a difficult problem with that and I still need to learn so many many things here on this short journey we all call earth. We were challenged in Sunday School to come to know our Savior. Come to know him better and learn of him. I have decided that that is what I need to do. Come to know my Savior, come to know of the things he can help me do in my own life as a mother, wife, sister, and friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7881241665387358974?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7881241665387358974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7881241665387358974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7881241665387358974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7881241665387358974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow.html' title='Wow!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TT0gtEvxQTI/AAAAAAAABDI/VqTbKHlGBHw/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6153625967872712660</id><published>2011-01-16T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:03:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years!!!</title><content type='html'>I told Ben last night that I could not believe we had just celebrated our 5th year annivesary. For me, it seems like we were just married. Sure, we've had our ups and downs like every marriage in America , but somehow we manage to make our marriage work. Marriage is hard, it's not easy, but in all reality we have so much fun together. Ben makes me complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Natter took Brighton for the night on Friday while Ben and I enjoyed a night all alone. It was a much needed night together. We all need those nights once in awhile to remind us that we still have that "spark" and that it's not lost in all of the marriage details that come along with owning a home, having kids, working, and going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to recreate our first date! We had so much fun together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's blast into the past for a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a wreck and had just come from my grandma's house after finding out that my Uncle Jan had passed away. I had even contemplated not even going on the date and staying with my family. When push came to shove though, I knew I needed to go on this date with Ben. Boy, I am so glad that I went on our date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben picked me up and we headed to Wagonmaster, we ate and talked and had a good time. After eating we went to a bowling alley with Trapper and Taryn. We had such a fun time, and I totally kicked Ben's butt in bowling. It was such a good date. When I look back on that night I remember feeling comfortable with Ben. Not to comfortable, but not the typical first alone date uncomfortable either. I was something I can't really explain. It was a good date and I now know that this was the beginning of something so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's head back to the future aka...now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I planned our first date all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the Prairie Schooner for a delicious dinner and then went bowling. I kicked Ben's butt in bowling this time around too. We bowled four games I beat him three times. Go me! This was nothing unusual since I kicked his butt that first night we went bowling together too. Then we headed to our hotel for the night. It was a quick getaway but  very needed too. We constantly forget or take each other for granted so it is nice to go out without anyone else and remember why we fell in love in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Babe! Here's to many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6153625967872712660?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6153625967872712660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6153625967872712660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6153625967872712660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6153625967872712660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-years.html' title='5 Years!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7278196975129705469</id><published>2011-01-07T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:28:49.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TSbOs3c9aII/AAAAAAAABDA/XIdz410pQl8/s1600/christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559358060230436994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TSbOs3c9aII/AAAAAAAABDA/XIdz410pQl8/s320/christmas.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't believe that Christmas has come and gone already and that we are already starting a new year. At this time last year, I was feeling very big and pregnant. This year I feel Brighton is the one that is getting "Big". He is growing up so very fast!! We can't believe it. He is our little angel. We Love him more than anything in this world. We can't seem to get enough of him and either can any of our families either. We had such a wonderful Christmas. We got spoiled and so did Bri. He didn't understand Christmas but I am sure that next year will be a different story.&lt;br /&gt;Goals I have set for this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;1-Read the BOM by the end of June&lt;br /&gt;2-Get out of debt (except for our home)&lt;br /&gt;3- Exercise everyday&lt;br /&gt;4-Get better at FHE&lt;br /&gt;5- Not to be a needy wife considering that Ben is taking a full time school schedule this semester! 6- Blog every week&lt;br /&gt;7-Make a blog book&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things, but those are more on the back burner for right now. These are items that I am working on right now and want to continue to do throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;We hope that everyone enjoyed their holidays as much as we did. May your year be filled with happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7278196975129705469?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7278196975129705469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7278196975129705469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7278196975129705469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7278196975129705469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a New Year!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TSbOs3c9aII/AAAAAAAABDA/XIdz410pQl8/s72-c/christmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3995746831110328152</id><published>2010-10-23T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:18:49.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that He's got Plagiocephaly!!</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying I had NO idea what &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TMN2Ap-sMzI/AAAAAAAABC0/ZQK3X4FWvm4/s1600/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531394520981975858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TMN2Ap-sMzI/AAAAAAAABC0/ZQK3X4FWvm4/s320/DSC00061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PLAGIOCEPHALY even was when we started this journey.&lt;br /&gt;The techinical term for &lt;strong&gt;Plagiocephaly&lt;/strong&gt; is a condition characterized by an asymmetrical distortion (flattening of one side) of the skull.&lt;br /&gt;Our Pediatrician told me that we needed to have him continue to sleep on his right side at night and have ALOT of tummy time during the day if we didn't want to have to get him a helmet. At that point Brighton was 4 months old (June 2010). Doc said that if as his mother and father didn't feel like it had improved within a month to call his office and he would get a referall letter out to Primary Children's to get this whole process started! During this time, Brighton had tons of tummy time and grew to enjoy being on his tummy where as before he hated every minute of it. Within a month (July 2010) I felt like nothing had changed and we were going to have to unfortunately get the little man a helmet. I hated the thought of it, I hated the thought that we were going to get so many people staring at us, I hated that I thought that this was all my fault, I was mad because no one warned me, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TMN2AWq1fNI/AAAAAAAABCs/KF9c4m2SZIk/s1600/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531394515798424786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TMN2AWq1fNI/AAAAAAAABCs/KF9c4m2SZIk/s320/DSC00060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was mad at the classes that we took at the hospital...why didn't they inform us of what could happen if we didn't rotate our child's head every night when he couldn't roll over in the middle of the night! Let's just say I was mad, sad, frusterated, angry any and all emotions that might come from being his mom and the fact that this was going to be tough on all of us. We set up an appointment to meet with the Craniofacial specialist. We couldn't get in until Septemeber so the waiting process began. I began to get more and more worked up about the situation and we hadn't even started yet!!!! I would literally get headaches just thinking about it. Then there were the people who talk to me about it, I was ok in person to talk about it but while I was alone I cried, yelled, and cursed because there was absolutely nothing I could do about this awful process that we were about to embark on. The days went by and finally we got closer and closer to our appointment day. We set up the appointment early in the morning because it was in Salt Lake and I wanted Ben to be able to go back to work without having to take time off of work. On September 8th we got to our appointment, filled out a bunch of paperwork, and headed back to see the specialist. I had prepared myself that this was going to happen, and I was beginning to be okay with the fact that this was going to be a part of our lives whether we liked it or not. Might I just add right here, that Ben was calm and cool about this whole situation that was going on. He would reassure me and tell me that everything was going to be ok. I knew deep down the eventually it would be "ok" for me but on the outside something just doesn't sit well with me about the situation. Dr. Morales came in looked at Brighton and said he had Plagiocephaly on the left side. I nodded my head. He began to mumble off a bunch of junk that I can't even remember because I remember feeling "not there". I think my mind was somewhere off in lala land and my body was still in the same room nodding to the Doctor telling him that we had prepared ourselves for this. Haha...yeah right!! How the heck do you prepare yourself for something like this?? It's tough, it's hard, that stupid helmet is going to stink. Man, I was mad!!! Right after the doctor left, there was a rep from Fit Well. He told us about the helmet process, and what we needed to do to get him set up for this journey. We made an appointment for two weeks from the coming friday. Luckily for us, they have an office in Ogden so we're not having to drive to Salt Lake all of the time. Next Post, all about the apointments with Fit Well including the molding, and the actual helmet. Stay Tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3995746831110328152?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3995746831110328152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3995746831110328152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3995746831110328152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3995746831110328152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/10/proof-that-hes-got-plagiocephaly.html' title='Proof that He&apos;s got Plagiocephaly!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TMN2Ap-sMzI/AAAAAAAABC0/ZQK3X4FWvm4/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7408209298978153489</id><published>2010-10-19T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:23:39.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day I decided to post</title><content type='html'>Well look at me!!! I am blogging once again. It's been only about a month or so. Might I just add that I did tackle the bathroom! Yay! It looks spectacular but there are no pictures because I am too lazy to upload them. I have not been on the daunting task of rearranging and organizing the basement. What a chore!! I also got the not so brilliant idea to tackle the back bedroom as well. I got alot of the basement organized and rearranged to how I want it yesterday. I have been slowly but surely been tackeling the back bedroom today. Although, I have spent way too much time on the internet to actually be proud of what I have done today. I even had Patti come and get Brighton so I could get it done without his distraction but man, that still hasn't helped. Maybe I am warn out from all of the organizing I did yesterday. Yes, that is what we will call it. Too much of one thing can be a bad thing, isn't that right??&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in on the Anderson All Abouts of this past month...&lt;br /&gt;We went to Arizona at the first of October to go and visit my old roommate Jill and her cute little family. I miss Jill like crazy. It is hard to be in another state. We really could be sisters.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed their hospitality and fun filled days. Arizona is too hot for me. I thought I might die when we went to the Oktoberfest in Tempe. Then Ben informed me that he would like to get his Master's Degree at ASU...What?? Are you kidding me?? I might die while living in that sauna!! Me and hot do not do well together.&lt;br /&gt;The theatre seems to consume the other part of our lives. I feel sometimes like I eat, sleep, and breath the theatre. how grateful we are that we get to be a part of something so wonderful though. We are grateful that I can be a SAHM. The theatre allows this to happen, and for that, I am forever in it's debt.&lt;br /&gt;Ben works VERY hard so that I can stay home with Brighton. Between working his regular job, he cleans the theatre Monday thru Saturday. That means he is normally out the door by 5 am in the morning and doesn't get home til around 6 pm. He then manages to stay awake and be with Brighton and I for the rest of the night. How grateful I am for a hard working husband that knows that there is no better place for a mom than in their own home teaching the children. He manages to squeeze in Scouts, and when Basketball season comes around he enoys ref"ing. oh yeah, and to top it all of...Starting in January he will be starting school full time. Don't ask me how he is going to do it all? We decided a few months ago that certain dreams were never going to turn into a reality for us...So, we decided together that it would be the best to give up the dream and move on with our lives, and that is what we fully intend too do. He will hit school full force for a few years to finish, and then from there we will analyze and decide what is best for our family.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives manage to stay very busy. Just like everyone else. Somehow, we manage to stay afloat. Sometimes I look back and wonder how in the world we made it through certain situations. Well, back to the grind. I really need to finish the back bedroom. I promise to blog all about the helmet soon. Brighton gets the helmet on Friday!! We are excited for this next journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7408209298978153489?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7408209298978153489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7408209298978153489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7408209298978153489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7408209298978153489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-i-decided-to-post.html' title='One Day I decided to post'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5591521914588154846</id><published>2010-08-29T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:20:05.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the Spring Cleaning bug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THsG6ohgdxI/AAAAAAAABCc/wuI09jkTcjU/s1600/spring-cleaning-tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511006173398071058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THsG6ohgdxI/AAAAAAAABCc/wuI09jkTcjU/s320/spring-cleaning-tools.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know...It's way past the spring time, and I should have done this in April, but seeing how I had a two month old at that time there was no way I was getting around to Spring cleaning and decluttering my whole house. Ben and I talked last night about getting things organized around here. I feel that in certain parts of our house it looks like a bomb went off. I am going to try and tackle one room at a time. It make take a day, it make take a week, or a month but I will finish it and have it organized to my liking hopefully sooner than later (the goal, to keep it that way). I want to document it for my own sake. I want to be able to look back and see that I accomplished these tasks while nuturing and loving on my little guy. First task is the bathroom. We have a lot of necessities in the drawers and cupboard under the sink, also the closet that is in the bathroom literally looks like we just shoved stuff everywhere. I will take pictures before (so don't judge) and after (then you can judge:). I am excited for this new project. I have had this is mind for a while now and I am glad to be finally starting it, when time allows this week, I will tackle the first part of the bathroom which I feel is the need to have another sort of cupboard in the bathroom...I am thinking about something over the toilet. I don't want to spend a fortune so I will be on the lookout for something cheap at the DI or on KSL. Or, if any of you know of something inexpensive, clue me in please. I would love the help. We are on a very tight budget since we signed on with a budgeting consultant. That's all for now, any ideas of how you organize your bathroom, shelves, drawers, etc... is greatly appreciated!&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/3654165027770477977-5591521914588154846?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5591521914588154846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5591521914588154846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5591521914588154846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5591521914588154846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-got-spring-cleaning-bug.html' title='I&apos;ve got the Spring Cleaning bug!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THsG6ohgdxI/AAAAAAAABCc/wuI09jkTcjU/s72-c/spring-cleaning-tools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5032603007419253898</id><published>2010-08-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:45:43.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month letter to my little guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THaoC7IiGdI/AAAAAAAABCU/4s8scg2EdvU/s1600/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509775962321066450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THaoC7IiGdI/AAAAAAAABCU/4s8scg2EdvU/s320/DSC00079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THaoCRfYy8I/AAAAAAAABCM/AjklpeoFHFU/s1600/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509775951142636482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THaoCRfYy8I/AAAAAAAABCM/AjklpeoFHFU/s320/DSC00077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brighton, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are bud, at 6 months old. Mom and Dad can't believe that you are already that old. You have brought SO much Joy to our lives. You somehow make everything ok. You are the reason we live. We sure do love you. We love seeing your face light up when Daddy comes home, we love that you are ok with Cherokee being in our home. She loves you too, Brighton. She missed you a ton when you and mommy were gone to Ohio. We just got back from a 6 day trip to Ohio. The main reason we went was because mommy's old roommate was getting married, and mommy really wanted to go, an added bonus was that great grandma schmardebeck is serving her mission in Ohio and we wanted to go out and surprise her. You hadn't met her yet, but you lit up when you saw her. It was the cutest little thing I had ever seen. Grandma couldn't get enough of you. Next time you see her I am sure you will be walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night mommy cried to daddy. I can't believe you are 6 months old. You have grown so much, and your little personality is coming out. We just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to jot somethings down that you like as of right now because I am sure in just a few short months you might not like them anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your routine is pretty solid. You like your sleep just like your mom. Although, when we went to Ohio your routine was very messed up and you didn't like it much. Although, you slept very well at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sleep through the night, you like your binkie, you love to be swaddled to go to sleep, you cry and rub your eyes (that is mom and dad's cue to get you to bed), you know when a bottle is made for you...you reach up for it like it is gold. You like to eat oatmeal and a fruit in the morning, and at night you have rice and a vegetable. Right now, you mainly like green beans and peas. Mommy wants to go and get carrots and see what you think about those. You do not like turkey and turkey broth. Your face was priceless the first time we gave that to you. Mommy knew right then that you weren't liking that so I vowed never to feed it to you again. You like to eat your toes, you like to put anything that is cold in your mouth, you have grown so much and we can't wait for the next stage in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love your daddy and love it when he comes home from work, your grandparents, aunts, and uncles can't get enough of you. We sure do love you Brighton. Happy 6 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5032603007419253898?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5032603007419253898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5032603007419253898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5032603007419253898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5032603007419253898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-month-letter-to-my-little-guy.html' title='6 month letter to my little guy!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/THaoC7IiGdI/AAAAAAAABCU/4s8scg2EdvU/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8060332043517921894</id><published>2010-07-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:19:19.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has got in the way</title><content type='html'>I am sorry we are slacking on the blogging department. I don't know what it is lately? Maybe it is because alot is going on, or because we can't get enough of Brighton that I am too selfish to write about. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Little Brighton is getting so big! We can't believe it. Today we were watching a video we had from the hospital. He was only hours old. He was so little, and so tiny. He is now 5 months old (on Monday), growing like a weed, moving around, blabbing up a storm, and rolling all over the place. Oh goodness, I never thought I could love anyone more than I love this little guy. It makes me sad that he is growing up SO fast.  I am afraid that if I blink he will be crawling, and then walking, and then talking :( Sad!!! I better not blink ;) We love him tons!&lt;br /&gt;We are heading for the Walker family reunion this week. I am glad to finally get away for a few days. I need some time away from life, and mainly the theatre. Man, that place is full of drama, and it seems like I get caught in the middle of things. I have learned to keep my mouth shut, go to work, do my job, and not talk about anything personal at work because somehow, some way, it gets twisted. Go figure!!&lt;br /&gt;Ben keeps working like crazy. What can I say? He is his fathers child. I am grateful he works so hard though, he makes it possible for Brighton and I to play whenever we want. We love him so much, and are grateful for all of his hardwork and dedication to our little family. We love you Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;As for me, life is life. Life seems to be flying by. It needs to slow down. I use to care about what my house looks like to other people, but now I am realizing that raising my child is far more important than those dishes in the sink, or the laundry, or the bathroom. Instead of scrubbing the bathroom down, Brighton, Cherokee, and I head to Brigham or to Salt Lake to see grandma's. It's much funner than cleaning and making sure the house is in order.&lt;br /&gt;We can't believe that it is almost school time again. It seems like summer just started. Time sure does fly when you are having fun. We are enjoying every minute of it :) Until next time, whenever that may be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8060332043517921894?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8060332043517921894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8060332043517921894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8060332043517921894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8060332043517921894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-has-got-in-way.html' title='Life has got in the way'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-153361143616203233</id><published>2010-06-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:40:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul and I Story</title><content type='html'>Paul and I were best of friends.  It seemed like everything we did, we did together.  We sang, spoke, played, and learned together.  We had a deep abiding friendship developing.  (We were different in a way, in that we had bodies of spirit and could do things you can do.)  Then we were still living in the pre-mortal world for our time had not yet come for our calling to this earth.  There were still many things we needed to learn and experience before we would be prepared to come to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there as the two plans were presented by our elder brothers.  Satan’s was that of force, and although we would all make it back into our Father’s presence, we could not choose for ourselves as brother Jesus wanted in his plan.  Satan’s motives were also wrong for he wanted all the glory whereas our brother, Jesus, desired the glory be given to our more deserving Father.  He himself asked for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I readily saw the evil motives of our brother, Satan, and rejected his plan.  Also, seeing the gift of free agency offered by our brother Jesus in his plan, we accepted it.  But in that great council in Heaven, one third of our brothers and sisters were led away by Satan and were cast out.  It was really hard to see, but we were all given our free agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time drew near when Paul and I were to receive our callings or assignments for earth life.  Many of our friends had already left.  Excitedly and worriedly, we waiting for our callings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much later, I got my calling.  I opened it nervously, and to my satisfaction I was called to live with a good Mormon family in the heart of the Rocky Mountains.  Paul was excited for me and congratulated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many days later Paul’s call came.  He was also nervous as he opened his letter.  His broad smile turned into dissatisfaction.  He shook as he held the letter telling him that he was not as lucky as I.  For he would be going to the slums of some big city to live with a family who had never heard of the Gospel.  He would not have the opportunity to live the standards he had already learned here, unless someone would bring the Gospel to him on earth.  As I turned to go to my own assignment, he grabbed my arm.  With tears in his eyes he said, “Find me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any person we come in contact with, any day, any time, could be our Paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-153361143616203233?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/153361143616203233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=153361143616203233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/153361143616203233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/153361143616203233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/06/paul-and-i-story.html' title='Paul and I Story'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-93022665300677257</id><published>2010-06-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:24:11.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of Debt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TB7NPxjSmPI/AAAAAAAABCE/ZFAA5Csf_QE/s1600/debt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485047067066931442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TB7NPxjSmPI/AAAAAAAABCE/ZFAA5Csf_QE/s320/debt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been hesitant about posting this post but I feel like I need too. I feel that this is a topic that we all could benefit from. I feel that there are many of us out there that suffer with debt. Regardless if it is credit card debt, department store date, school loans, car loans, homes, etc... This list could go on and on. My dad has been working with a good family friend with a new debt consolidating program that I think is absolutely fabulous. My purpose for this post is to get those that may need some help and control of their finances. I want to try and help my dad out and try and get a group of people together to just hear about the program. If you are interested, please let me know and I will definitely get something set up, and I know that my Dad will be willing to help anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-93022665300677257?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/93022665300677257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=93022665300677257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/93022665300677257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/93022665300677257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-out-of-debt.html' title='Getting out of Debt'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TB7NPxjSmPI/AAAAAAAABCE/ZFAA5Csf_QE/s72-c/debt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-553985137741828611</id><published>2010-06-11T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:10:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Viewing Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Introducing Brighton's first video debut...We can't get enough of him.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bf715375e0dde5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07bf715375e0dde5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18A247C7E418E65C750FAF32996651A87F870E1E.406769C7B8D8F9E10713C3BEC2F957EC0C9D93E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bf715375e0dde5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMy6pj8myQqhl8ooW-Sw111yQCUI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07bf715375e0dde5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18A247C7E418E65C750FAF32996651A87F870E1E.406769C7B8D8F9E10713C3BEC2F957EC0C9D93E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bf715375e0dde5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMy6pj8myQqhl8ooW-Sw111yQCUI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is proof that we have a little wiggle worm on our hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-553985137741828611?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/553985137741828611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=553985137741828611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/553985137741828611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/553985137741828611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For Your Viewing Pleasure'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2942128928261396511</id><published>2010-06-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:34:29.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Blogging</title><content type='html'>Look at me...I am alive! From my husband to friends harassing me telling me that it is time to blog again I thought I would start up again. I told Brandie tonight that I would totally blog if I didn't have to upload my pictures onto my computer evey dang time I blog. I am so lazy it is not even funny. I enjoy being lazy though sometimes, it is good for the soul. Haha! Laziness has become my middle name. Now that it is summer I can somewhat relax. I have got Brighton on a good schedule he sleeps in his crib each day and takes naps when he needs too. I feel no need to run here and there I have realized that he needs this routine I don't. It is hard for me to give up his routine on the days that I work at theatre because other people watch him and it is normally not at our house so his nap schedule gets all screwed up, and he is also not sleeping in his crib. It stinks to have to work, but I suppose we all have to do it. :) Plus, I can't really count the theatre as "hard" work, cuz I enjoy it way too much. So, with that being said let me recap some of the things that have been going on around The Anderson home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-My little (but taller) than me brother Drake graduated High School. I am so proud of him and all that he has acomplished. He will be going to SUU in August. I envy him. He is doing something I never did, but wish I would have. He is going to do wonders in his life, I have no doubt about that. Iam going to miss Drake like crazy. I am glad that he is not going too far away...yet. Who knows where he will end up once he is done at SUU?? I love you Drake, and we are so proud of you. 1st picture is of all of the graduates, 2nd picture is Brighton trying so hard to stay awake, but it was way past his bedtime, poor little fellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962548877812466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TBBKZhkU4vI/AAAAAAAABBE/oY8w0zMQsMA/s320/HPIM1598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962559762770338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TBBKaKHgKaI/AAAAAAAABBM/n386RvLFC2E/s320/HPIM1606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Went to the pediatrican because Brighton likes to sleep on his right side, which has caused him to have a flat head. Went to see Dr. Church, because I was being a paranoid mother and was unsure of what to do. He told us to let him have lots of tummy time, and get him a Bumbo seat, and let him sleep on his left side at night so that he is off of his right side too see if his head will shape back to normal. Also, if he is favoring one side too much that could also mean that he needs physical therapy, doctor didn't seem to concerned that that is what we need to resort to yet. We have an appointment at the end of this month, if the Doctor feels that it has not improved we will head to Primary Childrens to get him a helmet. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480965082035622770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TBBMs-UNk3I/AAAAAAAABBs/Kop0D6v7NuM/s320/HPIM1608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: The American Board of Pediatrics has this "Back to Sleep" campaign that they have been all stoked about, seeing how they feel that babies who sleep on their stomachs have a higher risk of getting SIDs, which is fine, but since they have encouraged this back to sleep campaign thingy more and more babies have had to wear helmets. Who knows if they will ever figure out which is best for babies?? My MIL looked online to read about these helmets which I can't remember the technical name of it, but anyways if Brighton does need a helmet he will have to wear if for 23 hours a day. Only taking it off to bath him, oh boy, this should be fun, if that is what it comes down too. Although, I will have to admit if this is the only tramatic thing I as his mother have to go through right now I will gladly take it because I know there are plenty of babies out there that have worse conditions than our little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-I'm a clipping coupon guru. I am obsessed!! I seriously dream about coupons, and the amazing deals I can find, it is pathetic. For example just the other day there was a hand mixer for $4(a nice one too). I clearly do not need a hand mixer, but for that price who could resist?? I wanted that hand mixer so bad but I refrained myself. This is what our kitchen table looks like alot of the days, I am a clipping coupon fool. Some of my FAVORITE sites to find awesome deals, and shopping lists are freebies2deals.com and fabulesslyfrugal.com. These webistes rock and will get you some pretty awesome deals. Like today, I bought 502 Pampers Thick wipes (not the cheap kind) for $9.89 shipped from Amazon all because I check the freebies2deals webiste three times a day and that is no joke, I love it!!! Last picture is from my AWESOME deal I got at Wally World the other night ALL because of my coupons. Each wipe container was $1.97 and the razors were $3.97. Before coupons the total was $12.66 which you all might think, well that's not bad, that is 5 items and that is an ok price for those 5 items. Well let me tell ya when you can pay $1.66 for all 5 items because you used coupons you won't go back to paying $12.66 for those 5 items. Coupons seriously rock!!!!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962577794817746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TBBKbNSrXtI/AAAAAAAABBc/mcGrw_PgKG8/s320/HPIM1609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962582221470530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TBBKbdyEu0I/AAAAAAAABBk/MHY0kKGP5aI/s320/HPIM1619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2942128928261396511?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2942128928261396511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2942128928261396511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2942128928261396511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2942128928261396511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m Blogging'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/TBBKZhkU4vI/AAAAAAAABBE/oY8w0zMQsMA/s72-c/HPIM1598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2818579236829727585</id><published>2010-05-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:10:11.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransisco</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say it has been a good day. Besides the fact that the little guy was fussy today. I, the mommy had a good day. Work was busy which was something that we needed. Ben helped out at the theatre which helped and is now closing the night at the theatre so that I can get some sleep. Which in turn, I am blogging. Doesn't sleeping mean blogging? Ok, not so much but I am relaxing which is a good thing. Nothing like blogging and watching The Office. (Honestly, I have this obsession with The Office, it is on at our house constantly. I need a new TV show to watch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been thinking alot about things and how things are slowly but surely getting somewhat back to normal. My house manages to stay somewhat clean and the laundry doesn't pile up like it use too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the priviledge to go with Ben's parents to San Fransisco. It was a nice getaway. I was grateful that I got to go and spend time with Mom and Dad. It was nice to see Ben and his Dad work side by side. I can tell that Ben takes after his dad. He is a hard worker. Each night, he crashed when his head hit the pillow. The guys definitely worked hard, but got the job done (well for the most part) which is a good thing. I am grateful that Ben's dad taught him to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighton and I got to spend alot of time with Mom Anderson. It was so good to have one on one time with her. The more and more I get to know my MIL the more I am completely in awe of what she accomplishes each and every day. She is someone that I look up to so much, and I am so grateful that I get to be a part of the Anderson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighton, Mom, and Dad have been keeping busy. We have had lots to do each day and we can't believe that summer is here. My little brother Drake graduates next Tuesday, we can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday Drake was annoying me as a younger brother. Well, not so much anymore I love my Little Drakey!! I will miss him so much when he goes off to college, but I know that this is what he needs to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is getting late, it is time to go to bed. We will write more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2818579236829727585?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2818579236829727585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2818579236829727585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2818579236829727585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2818579236829727585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/05/san-fransisco.html' title='San Fransisco'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2197805846459446194</id><published>2010-05-03T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:55:23.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S97jYGFzjgI/AAAAAAAABA0/AaSxM4ir06A/s1600/28151_118258594861358_100000316549963_179583_5193439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S97jYGFzjgI/AAAAAAAABA0/AaSxM4ir06A/s320/28151_118258594861358_100000316549963_179583_5193439_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467057000765689346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, yesterday was a pretty special day for our little family. We blessed Brighton and what an amazing experience it was. There is something about holding an infant in your arms with the priesthood holding him and blessing him. I've never felt the spirit so strong. I've blessed another child before, but it surely is a different feeling when it's your own. We had so many people there. I bet the bishop was happy for boosting our sacrament attendance numbers up a bit. I do have to apologize to him having Brighton's blessing circle being so big. When you have a big family and are really close together, it's really hard to pick and choose. And that was as thing as I could get his circle, 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank Grandma Walker for letting us use her house for the luncheon. I lost count after 1 of how many people were there. I want to thank everyone who came and supported Brighton. We truly know he is loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my lovely wife. She is truly the rock I lean on. She does an amazing job with Brighton. She bore her testimony yesterday and said something that really hit me hard. She talked about now she knows how much her parents love her since having Brighton and knowing the love we have for him.  It's a feeling I can't explain. When I come home, I can't wait to see my wife and son. Regardless of my day, seeing puts life into perspective. It's a simple process. It's we as individuals that make it harder than what it is. I'm grateful that is what the gospel teaches. I tell everyone I know that. The gospel is simple. It's principles are simple. Everything that Heavenly Father asks us to do is simple. It's us that makes it hard. It's us that has to choose whether to follow or not. But thank goodness we can get back if we fall off the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share the best photo of the weekend. I wanted one of these for a long time ever since Brighton was born.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S97ihyY02mI/AAAAAAAABAs/5Bd8ky0Po1U/s1600/28151_118258614861356_100000316549963_179586_1802619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S97ihyY02mI/AAAAAAAABAs/5Bd8ky0Po1U/s320/28151_118258614861356_100000316549963_179586_1802619_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467056067763821154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a four generation Anderson picture. I'm grateful for these men in my life. They have taught me a lot. The things I have learned from them are things, values and traits I want to teach my son. It's going to be an awesome journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2197805846459446194?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2197805846459446194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2197805846459446194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2197805846459446194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2197805846459446194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day!!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S97jYGFzjgI/AAAAAAAABA0/AaSxM4ir06A/s72-c/28151_118258594861358_100000316549963_179583_5193439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7184500087727455319</id><published>2010-04-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:12:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Brighton just a few minutes old!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eW6bf_G2I/AAAAAAAAA_0/37tYuViAO-E/s1600/26030_422869364255_792459255_5290617_5946738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465002603395881826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eW6bf_G2I/AAAAAAAAA_0/37tYuViAO-E/s400/26030_422869364255_792459255_5290617_5946738_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promise, I started to write this last night, but you woke up from your nap so I couldn't finish it so I am finishing it today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it happened. Brighton turned two months old today. Time sure has flown by. Our little chunky monkey is getting so big. I love his fat kissable cheeks. I love his chunky thighs. He is so cute. I just can't get enough of him. We have had so much fun these past two months and our little boy is growing up, and turning into his own person. We are so happy Brighton came to our family, and chose us to raise him. We love you little guy, happy two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brighton at 1 month old &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eZR1YR9yI/AAAAAAAABAM/nK9cBodHQKQ/s1600/Brighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465005204503131938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eZR1YR9yI/AAAAAAAABAM/nK9cBodHQKQ/s400/Brighton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eW7IQEVPI/AAAAAAAABAE/G3oBn6nWZQI/s1600/24550_436368949255_792459255_5620315_4914893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465002615408710898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eW7IQEVPI/AAAAAAAABAE/G3oBn6nWZQI/s400/24550_436368949255_792459255_5620315_4914893_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here you are today at 2 months old.&lt;/strong&gt; You have sure changed! We love you so much. You are absolutely in love with your daddy. Whenever he comes home your eyes light up. It is the neatest thing I have ever seen. You talk to yourself alot, I think you like to hear the sound of your voice. It is like music to my ears. You hate tummy time but you endure it well because mommy makes you do it. You can eat like there is no tomorrow. You eat and eat, I am worried that your pediatrician is going to tell me I am over feeding you, but whatever. I love those little fat rolls you've got going on your thighs. Brighton, We love you so much. You have brought so much joy to your mom and dad. We are so excited to continue to raise you.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7184500087727455319?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7184500087727455319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7184500087727455319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7184500087727455319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7184500087727455319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-months-old.html' title='Two Months Old'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S9eW6bf_G2I/AAAAAAAAA_0/37tYuViAO-E/s72-c/26030_422869364255_792459255_5290617_5946738_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2997038993718853282</id><published>2010-04-21T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T03:54:27.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Here it is 4:25 am. I have been up for almost an hour now. I finally dozed off to sleep around midnight, due to a major headache and a crying fest. Brighton woke up at about 3:30 am to eat, looking at him gave me some reassurance that this will all be bearable. The temporary escape I get from all of this stress only happens when I fall asleep. Which I am grateful for because when I am asleep I don't worry about it. When I am awake...like right now, I worry, I stress, I cry, I contemplate, I wish, I hope, I pray. I have began to realize that life isn't turning out like I'd hope for. Things are happening that will change my life forever. Things will NEVER be the same. It will be different. I have no one to turn too. I am so far past disappointment, I am simply just mad. I am hurt and afraid. How I wished I could somehow solve it. Ben reminded me last night that it is out of our hands. There is absolutely no way I can fix it. I wish I could, I wish I could help in so many ways but it is just physically and mentally impossible. Satan has worked his magic. He has got in there and screwed everything up. Let me remind you Satan, that I HATE you! Hate, Hate, Hate YOU!!!!! I am unsure what the future holds. I pray that I will find some relief from all of this. I hope that things will workout, if they don't, I will have already begun to prepare myself for the worst. Everyone has to start somewhere. This is where I start. I can do this! I will hold my marriage at a higher standard. I will communicate to my husband when all else fails, I promise to discuss problems or concerns I have even if I don't want too, I will hold him a little tighter at night, and remember without him I cannot and do not want to make it to the celestial kingdom without him by my side. Family is everything, I have always realized this, but now more than ever I need my own little family. I need to focus on my marriage, I need to focus on my little boy. I need a closer family unit because all else is tumbling down right before my very eyes. This is harder than I ever thought it would be. Although, I never thought it would EVER be like this, but here we are and I am so lost. I ache for the love to come back, I pray that somehow someway things can get back to normal. This is simply what I want more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2997038993718853282?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2997038993718853282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2997038993718853282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2997038993718853282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2997038993718853282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1227648572621451240</id><published>2010-04-17T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:07:35.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Time</title><content type='html'>This video is so true and funny about married couples. A must see!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1227648572621451240?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1227648572621451240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1227648572621451240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1227648572621451240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1227648572621451240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/business-time.html' title='Business Time'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5194379693361734529</id><published>2010-04-16T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:47:55.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing to add...</title><content type='html'>I miss my Grandma Schmardebeck like crazy. I miss her more and more each day. It literally breaks my heart that she doesn't get to see Brighton grow up. I know she is serving the Lord and that is where she needs to be. Serving the Lord is far more important than her stubborn granddaughter that wants her home to see Brighton grow up. I think that the thing that bothers me the most is the fact that I did it right. I had a husband, and a home. My cousins did it all backwards..had kids, don't have a home, and some aren't even married yet. It hurts more than anyone will know. I miss you Grams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit though...grandma can still make me laugh even if she is thousands of miles away...we text on a regular basis. I love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5194379693361734529?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5194379693361734529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5194379693361734529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5194379693361734529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5194379693361734529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-thing-to-add.html' title='One more thing to add...'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1842917577979341483</id><published>2010-04-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:07:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Therapy</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough day. It started early this morning around 6:30. While feeding Brighton, Ben and I started arguing. We were arguing as he was walking out the door. Days that start out like that normally don't turn around to make great one's. Things I am thinking need to come out, they need to get off my chest. If I offend you, I am sorry this is the only way I know how to get it out there. I am not one for contention, and I am a coward when it comes to arguments, or disagreements. I am also stubborn and refuse to apologize first...in most cases. It's true, ask Ben.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#1- Having our little guy is the best, but it has taken a toll on our marriage. It's not the same anymore, and in everyway we knew it would never be the same. It's hard, we argue more than ever, we yell more then ever, and for stupid reasons for that matter. We constantly get annoyed with each other way too easily which most the times leads to an argument or a yelling match. We'll learn to balance life one of these days. We'll get the hang of things and then as soon as we do that we won't have anymore children at home, and we'll have to relearn what it was like before kids came along. And so the circle of life continues. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2-Ben needs a good friend. He needs a guy friend relationship. He needs someone to talk to other than his wife, and mom. He needs a guy! He needs to have a friend that he can hangout with and do guy things with. His wife doesn't cut it anymore. This is simply my opinion not Ben's. Who knows what he feels he needs but lately that is the vibe I have been getting from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3- I am a bad friend! I know this! I have felt this way for weeks now. I really have no contact with friends, just family. Ever since Brighton was born I feel that my relationship with him is far more important than friends. In ways, that is true but sometimes you just need a friend to talk too. I received a text from a friend just yesterday, and after reading it I thought to myself.."That was rude!" I probably took the text way out of content, and if my friend did mean it the way I took it than that is okay too, because in more ways than any I deserved the "rude text." I am a bad friend, I'll work on being a better friend one of these days. Life still has not got back to normal. True friends will understand this and still want to be my friend when that "time" comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4-I have ALOT to say at this point about a certain subject, but have become a coward. I am not going to put it down because it would just cause to many problems. I am just frusterated about the situation and wish things would get taken care. If they aren't taken care in a month, I might just freak out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6- I have been thinking alot about what type of mother and wife I am being. Am I being the best mom or wife? No! There are good days and bad days. Sometimes I let Brighton cry while I finish the laundry or the dishes. Those things can wait, my little guy is only little for a while. I need to take more time with my family and not worry so much about worldly things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7- I hate being in debt...enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8- I have to work tonight. Blah! Not in the mood. Plus, I have to go in early to wash down the theatres. Not fun at all. &lt;br /&gt;What a bummer post. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1842917577979341483?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1842917577979341483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1842917577979341483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1842917577979341483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1842917577979341483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-therapy.html' title='Blog Therapy'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4382269027451399778</id><published>2010-04-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:32:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Band!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A friends shared this with me. The band is called Shallow Day from St. George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVy8Dr_SxWg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVy8Dr_SxWg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4382269027451399778?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4382269027451399778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4382269027451399778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4382269027451399778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4382269027451399778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-favorite-band.html' title='My New Favorite Band!!!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6192520144702673942</id><published>2010-04-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:05:07.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we could not live without...for Brighton</title><content type='html'>I am basically blogging this for my own reference. Whenever I have a baby shower from now on I know what I will be getting people. Not clothes, or other items that you always seem to get alot of. I feel that these three things have helped us tremendously. They are things that you normally wouldn't get it from a baby shower, but once that baby comes all advice and things you have learned go out the window. Your baby is their own person and these things can help you get your sanity back when all else might fail. These things have saved our lives, so I am sharing them with you. Granted, most of you that read our blog have already had children, but like I said it's for my own sake. The book Healthy sleep habits Happy child was lent to me by my friend Bryn. Her edition of the book is older, kind of hard to understand. I decided to buy the 3rd edition of the book. It still is a little hard to follow, but I seem to be understanding what Brighton is going through and where and when I can help him sleep better. The DVD happiest baby on the block is a lifesaver!!! It saved Ben and I. It will especially help those who might have an extremely fussy or colicky baby. Brighton has been alot fussier these last few weeks and we have put the techniques we have learned in this DVD to use numerous times. We just barely learned about the kiddopotamus swaddle blanket last night. A friend from our ward is letting us borrow her swaddle blanket. It helps alot. In fact, Brighton is asleep in the blanket as we speak. It saves you from having to swaddle your baby in a blanket (the dvd teaches you another swaddle technique and this blanket saves you time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S793wOK0AZI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ssVlngf-r_g/s1600/healthly_sleep_habits_happy_child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S793wOK0AZI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ssVlngf-r_g/s400/healthly_sleep_habits_happy_child.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458212943717204370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S793v3HUErI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OUP1HZhtnvw/s1600/block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S793v3HUErI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OUP1HZhtnvw/s400/block.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458212937528513202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6192520144702673942?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6192520144702673942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6192520144702673942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6192520144702673942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6192520144702673942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-we-could-not-live-withoutfor.html' title='Things we could not live without...for Brighton'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S793wOK0AZI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ssVlngf-r_g/s72-c/healthly_sleep_habits_happy_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1651097871145470944</id><published>2010-04-07T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:48:56.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Brighton,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S7ymr5b2rwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/csR8K0kpt7I/s1600/15705_427939899255_792459255_5411631_2525537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S7ymr5b2rwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/csR8K0kpt7I/s400/15705_427939899255_792459255_5411631_2525537_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457420121548435202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost 6 weeks have past since you came into our family and I am so grateful that your here. Seeing you makes my days better. I love holding you and listening you talk to me. I love your smiles and the tongue game we play. If I have a rough day at work, seeing you makes all the worry go away. There are times I don't want to work and would rather spend it with you, mom and Cherokee. Every time you look at me, you give me a sense of confidence in telling me that I'll be a good dad. To be honest, I was a bit scared thinking to myself that I wasn't going to be. I have a lot of plans what we can do together. We are going to have so much fun. As much as I can't wait for you to grow up, it hurts me that it's going by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we have a Daddy night on Tuesday's while mom works at the theater. Before I was really scared and called mom about every little thing. Yesterday, I think i got the hang of it. Only called Mommy once. I was proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know how much I love you and that I will tell you that every day. You and mom are my life. I will do everything I can to make sure you two are ok, even if it means sacrificing certain things. Just know I'm always here for you and Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1651097871145470944?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1651097871145470944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1651097871145470944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1651097871145470944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1651097871145470944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-brighton.html' title='Dear Brighton,'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S7ymr5b2rwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/csR8K0kpt7I/s72-c/15705_427939899255_792459255_5411631_2525537_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-706240483124704846</id><published>2010-03-26T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:05:31.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighton and Lucas</title><content type='html'>Brandie came over to my parents house while we were up there for my sisters jewlery party. We had to get a picture of Brighton and Lucas together. I love the first picture of both of them. Brandie is holding both of their arms down and they both have that look like..."What the crap??" Brighton kept putting his hands at his face so that is why she had to do that. As you will be able to tell in the next two pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG12jwMaI/AAAAAAAAA_M/zVuCjZ9ln64/s1600/HPIM1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG12jwMaI/AAAAAAAAA_M/zVuCjZ9ln64/s400/HPIM1506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452951877319668130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG1rCgL3I/AAAAAAAAA_E/sMdvX7OexeQ/s1600/HPIM1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG1rCgL3I/AAAAAAAAA_E/sMdvX7OexeQ/s400/HPIM1505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452951874227416946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG1LM4K5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/bSO_0lSvM1E/s1600/HPIM1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG1LM4K5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/bSO_0lSvM1E/s400/HPIM1504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452951865680997266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighton looked so cute on Wednesday that I just had to snap a picture. The liitle booties he has on is from a gal in my ward that made them for him. She also made him a little beanie and football. We mainly love that they are BYU blue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG0y2la9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/yRyNRTPx4Ys/s1600/HPIM1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG0y2la9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/yRyNRTPx4Ys/s400/HPIM1503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452951859145042898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-706240483124704846?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/706240483124704846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=706240483124704846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/706240483124704846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/706240483124704846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Brighton and Lucas'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6zG12jwMaI/AAAAAAAAA_M/zVuCjZ9ln64/s72-c/HPIM1506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7771734643053747571</id><published>2010-03-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:46:21.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Pictures</title><content type='html'>I have to put these pictures up per the request of my Aunt Gleen. We aren't the best picture takers in the world so these will just have to do. One of these days we will get around to getting his newborn pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me that this picture doesn't look just like Ben. He is definitely his fathers child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1Kf_bwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xc4IjZCRpQg/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1Kf_bwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xc4IjZCRpQg/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451514803795226370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1pN4WHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/5NqAt1rW-x8/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1pN4WHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/5NqAt1rW-x8/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451514812040763506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1Q40pgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Cc3hmYpjP_A/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1Q40pgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Cc3hmYpjP_A/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451514805509989890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er2WMrVrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/uOGey-q7kp4/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er2WMrVrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/uOGey-q7kp4/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451514824115312306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7771734643053747571?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7771734643053747571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7771734643053747571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7771734643053747571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7771734643053747571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/03/updated-pictures.html' title='Updated Pictures'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6er1Kf_bwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xc4IjZCRpQg/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2959559659177070192</id><published>2010-03-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:22:39.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6bSz_I95AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/yN_pO7Dfzsk/s1600-h/brighton"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6bSz_I95AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/yN_pO7Dfzsk/s400/brighton" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451276189542769666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this photo on my Aunt Gleen's blog and thought about how little Brighton was. Not that he has grown a ton, but each and everyday he gets bigger and bigger, and changes on a daily basis. No wonder people tell you too enjoy every second. I am grateful for my litte man, he makes me want to be a better person, and a better mom. I am grateful that I don't have to work full time and that I get to be the person who raises my children. I don't know how mom's out there go back to work full time after only being home for six weeks with their new bundle of joy. I would cry and protest if that was the case for me. I am grateful that it is not the case, and that I have a husband that works hard each and everyday to provide for our family so that I can enjoy being a stay at home mom. (PS..I know some of you are thinking, but wait...she works at the theatre...that doesn't count. It's not full time, and I enjoy being there so it's not like it's really a job. It's more of a hobby :) Haha!) Ben's at home with Brighton tonight, while I am working at the theatre. I am glad that they are getting some bonding time, I know Ben is grateful for it too, because we have been at so many other places these past few weeks, he really hasn't been able to enjoy Brighton and bond with him like he did in the hospital. What a miracle this little guy has been. Mom and Dad love you little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2959559659177070192?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2959559659177070192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2959559659177070192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2959559659177070192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2959559659177070192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-growing-up.html' title='He&apos;s growing up'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S6bSz_I95AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/yN_pO7Dfzsk/s72-c/brighton' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5456881332532551529</id><published>2010-03-04T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:51:19.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighton Cory Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFqy8NHiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4VuyDVExsvM/s1600-h/brighton+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFqy8NHiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4VuyDVExsvM/s400/brighton+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446476663393951266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XE2jmGLCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O1W_-KeWoLc/s1600-h/brighton+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XE2jmGLCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O1W_-KeWoLc/s400/brighton+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446475765921492002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XEucFUfkI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rA6ALHSQHzU/s1600-h/brighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XEucFUfkI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rA6ALHSQHzU/s400/brighton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446475626466016834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are. A family of four now! We are so excited for the journey ahead. It has been so much fun to have Brighton here. We can't believe how much he has changed in just a few short days. &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday February 25th around 8:00 pm I started contracting pretty bad. I told myself that we weren't going to go to the hospital until I absolutely couldn't stand the contractions anymore. By 8:30 I was in tears telling Ben to call the hospital and let them know of our situation in case we got up there and they sent me home. I wanted to be sure that this was the real deal so that I wouldn't be disappointed if they sent me home. Ben told the nurse the situation and she said to head to the hospital. The drive to Ogden Regional seemed so long. The usual twenty minutes seemed to take an hour. When we got to the hospital they checked us in and took us into a room to get me and the baby checked. The nurse put the external monitor on the baby and checked my progress. I was dialated to a five! I couldn't believe that this was the real deal. The nurse asked us if our doctor ever mentioned that our baby might have an irregular heartbeat. We of course told her no, and she left the room to call Dr. Swift. When she came back in she had told us that Doctor Swift told her that all of our appointments have been normal, and that I could get an epidural whenever I wanted it, and that if the epidural slowed down my progress I could get some pitocin. So that is what I opted for. They put me into a delivery room and continued to check the baby's heartbeat and my progress. By 3:30 am the nurse came in and told us that she was worried about the baby and his heartbeat, and that Doctor Swift was on his way in. When Doctor Swift came in he was baffled as to why the babies hearbeat was so irregular. Every appointment that we had ever been too, the babies heart was perfectly normal. They decided to break my water, and put an internal monitor on the babies head. Within a half hour Dr. Swift had decided that he did not like what he was seeing and that the baby was not going to be able to handle labor, and that we needed to get the baby out as soon as possible. By 4:00 am they had decided that a C-section was best. When the doctor had said that I was going to need to have the baby by C-section I bawled. My emotions were in full swing by then. I was wheeled into delivery around 4:15 am, drugged up even more so I didn't feel anything while being cut open, and strapped to a table. Wow! Reading this it sounds terrible but it really wasn't. I didn't feel much pain wise and the anaesthesiologists was absolutely amazing. He kept reassuring me that I was doing great, making sure I wasn't in too much pain, and even brought me a very warm blanket because I was shaking uncontrollably. Ben was a champ during the surgery. He even wanted to watch the whole thing. He said he did fine until they cut my incision. Obviously because it smelt like burning skin. While being cut open I heard Doctor Swift tell me that the baby had a cute ear. My emotions were all over the place, our baby was almost here, I could not believe it. Ben reassured me that the baby was almost there, and that I was doing great. Before I knew it I heard the baby cry. I was crying, Ben was crying and telling me how beautiful our son was. Ben went back with the baby, and watched him get cleaned up and finally brought the baby out so I could see him. He looked just like Ben. He was named Brighton right then. He was absolutely perfect. He was perfectly healthy with no heart problems, which I was so grateful that he didn't have to go to the NICU. I was stitched up and wheeled into a recovery room. It was such an incredible experience. Granted, a C-section is not what I wanted, but I am grateful for nurses and doctors that safely delivered our precious little boy. Life is great. We can't believe he is finally here, we love him to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFDl1FfQI/AAAAAAAAA98/en3N6TC8JC4/s1600-h/brighton+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFDl1FfQI/AAAAAAAAA98/en3N6TC8JC4/s400/brighton+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446475989859532034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFDPSFN5I/AAAAAAAAA90/ASEWwyb6t8M/s1600-h/brighton+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFDPSFN5I/AAAAAAAAA90/ASEWwyb6t8M/s400/brighton+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446475983807133586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5456881332532551529?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5456881332532551529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5456881332532551529' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5456881332532551529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5456881332532551529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/03/brighton-cory-anderson.html' title='Brighton Cory Anderson'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S5XFqy8NHiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4VuyDVExsvM/s72-c/brighton+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8959675101997893524</id><published>2010-02-24T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:48:13.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Commercial</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!! This is Ben. I saw this commercial this morning and couldn't help but laugh. Once you see it you'll find out why. I just had to post it for KoriAnn and Nicole. ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESkjjVXGoAY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESkjjVXGoAY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8959675101997893524?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8959675101997893524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8959675101997893524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8959675101997893524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8959675101997893524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-commercial.html' title='Funny Commercial'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-897698775988528572</id><published>2010-02-22T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:23:24.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of our favorite things for the Baby</title><content type='html'>We got so many things from our baby showers I can't narrow it down to just one thing that I absolutely love, but there are a few things that I do absolutely love which are... (Since I have no idea why this won't post together you just will have to scroll down to look at the pictures, I don't get how to put it all together just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K4uYFFHDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3uujKaR3MJA/s1600-h/HPIM1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K4uYFFHDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3uujKaR3MJA/s400/HPIM1452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441114406694231090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bassinet from Aunt Gaylene, Grandma Schamrdebeck, Grandma Rosie, Kassie and Karyn my cousins. Love it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K4-mS-J1I/AAAAAAAAA80/B6cvD7WkMpk/s1600-h/HPIM1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K4-mS-J1I/AAAAAAAAA80/B6cvD7WkMpk/s400/HPIM1453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441114685388498770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got us this awesome swing. This is the swing Ben had to put together at Midnight the night of the shower. The swing also turns into a bouncer. Which will be so convenient when I absolutely have to take a shower, but don't want to leave the baby alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K5gLMYAKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ki6KeNgvHeI/s1600-h/HPIM1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K5gLMYAKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ki6KeNgvHeI/s400/HPIM1458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441115262228627618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K5fjloUbI/AAAAAAAAA88/-tOWGLYNRa8/s1600-h/HPIM1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K5fjloUbI/AAAAAAAAA88/-tOWGLYNRa8/s400/HPIM1457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441115251597136306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's mom and dad got us this AWESOME stroller, carseat combo. I told her that we had found it and absolutely loved it, so she went out and bought it for us. I absolutely love it, and cannot wait to use it in the spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K55mRSJzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eSDBP6PsKbg/s1600-h/HPIM1459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K55mRSJzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eSDBP6PsKbg/s400/HPIM1459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441115698993702706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's mom gave this to Ben for Christmas for the baby. He told his mom about it and she ordered it for him. Both he and I love it. Poor baby will be obsessed with Nascar by the time he is one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K6P8z7qkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8LWG-duBWZ0/s1600-h/HPIM1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K6P8z7qkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8LWG-duBWZ0/s400/HPIM1448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441116083001731650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I threw together for the baby for his bedroom. He has no wall hangings. We are working on that sometime soon. He has some things that my mom bought him that need to go on a shelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K7y-7YDgI/AAAAAAAAA9c/8Ov_7t-ais8/s1600-h/HPIM1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K7y-7YDgI/AAAAAAAAA9c/8Ov_7t-ais8/s400/HPIM1454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441117784376872450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied I do have something that is my absolute favorite thing that we have received. I absolutely love it! No one even knows. I feel honored that Grandma Archibald made this for our little guy. She has put a ton of time into the blanket, and it turned out PERFECT. There is something that I have been debating with myself about...Do we let our son use this blanket or is it one of those blankets you hang on the wall? I want this blanket to be his favorite, but I know that it will get ruined if we let him use this as his favorite blanket. Any suggestions because I am really torn about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-897698775988528572?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/897698775988528572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=897698775988528572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/897698775988528572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/897698775988528572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-of-our-favorite-things-for-baby.html' title='A few of our favorite things for the Baby'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K4uYFFHDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3uujKaR3MJA/s72-c/HPIM1452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2956154049029389487</id><published>2010-02-22T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:47:28.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers</title><content type='html'>Friday night kicked off a plethora of baby showers for Baby Brighton. My mom and Ben's mom threw a baby shower for me and baby on Friday night. It was alot of fun, and it was great to see so many people. We have so much support and love from everyone, it truly is amazing. It was alot of fun, and I honestly was so exhausted by the end of the night. When we finally got home at midnight Ben was setting up the swing that we got from my mom. He was so funny about it. The following day he had the bassinet, stroller, and carseat all set up and threatened me that if I finished the bassinet while he was at work he would be mad, he said that it was the dad's job to do all of that stuff so I gladly let him do it while I headed off to another shower. Bryn threw another shower for me for our ward friends. It was so great to see the ample of support we get from our ward family. We are truly blessed to live in such a great ward, and have so much love and support when we don't have family around. Thank you so much to everyone that came and supported us. You simply are the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02-1Vi9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/OHFxop-YME4/s1600-h/26616_104980102855874_100000316549963_120418_950745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02-1Vi9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/OHFxop-YME4/s400/26616_104980102855874_100000316549963_120418_950745_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441110156489624530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02iTkfpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/WlkEKGEb5E4/s1600-h/26616_104980099522541_100000316549963_120417_6172515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02iTkfpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/WlkEKGEb5E4/s400/26616_104980099522541_100000316549963_120417_6172515_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441110148831805074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02Z4wJ_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/qPL4uNUdGQA/s1600-h/26616_104980042855880_100000316549963_120416_355178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02Z4wJ_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/qPL4uNUdGQA/s400/26616_104980042855880_100000316549963_120416_355178_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441110146571839474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K0timOwJI/AAAAAAAAA8M/emRyx19WsKc/s1600-h/26616_104980032855881_100000316549963_120413_913370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K0timOwJI/AAAAAAAAA8M/emRyx19WsKc/s400/26616_104980032855881_100000316549963_120413_913370_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441109994291249298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4KzNTvV0BI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Axm9cJfw1E0/s1600-h/26616_104980036189214_100000316549963_120414_3694034_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4KzNTvV0BI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Axm9cJfw1E0/s400/26616_104980036189214_100000316549963_120414_3694034_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441108341035487250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2956154049029389487?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2956154049029389487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2956154049029389487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2956154049029389487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2956154049029389487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-showers.html' title='Baby Showers'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S4K02-1Vi9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/OHFxop-YME4/s72-c/26616_104980102855874_100000316549963_120418_950745_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6505881006608872330</id><published>2010-02-16T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:02:06.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Baby Bighton</title><content type='html'>The reason for the title...The little girl I tend says that Baby Bighton is in my belly. It is the cutest thing I've ever heard. I make her say it over and over again on a daily basis when I see her. &lt;br /&gt;Ben and I went out to Chili's tonight. We had a coupon for free chips and salsa, and also cake so we decided to go out tonight, I was not in the mood to cook. Which lately is more and more often. Poor Ben, and baby are deprived of nutritional food that I can make at home, but I am just not in the mood, and I am sure once the babe comes the eating out will continue at least for a few days, but I am hoping that going out to eat will slow down once the baby comes. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to why I was really blogging. While at Chili's...Ben and I were discussing what I had ate today. Which wasn't much, but I definitely hadn't starved our child or myself by any means. &lt;br /&gt;Ben got really close to my belly and said "Food" in a really funny voice and the baby kicked, he did it again, and Little Scout moved again. &lt;br /&gt;Little Scout definitely likes his food, as does his mother and father. We joked that our baby will come out fat, dumb, and happy from all of the food that he constantly gets. &lt;br /&gt;I think about not being pregnant anymore and I get sad. The feeling I get when he moves around and even when he is up in my rib cage, is a great feeling. Something I will definitely miss, but having him here will be ALL worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S3tqKPziSzI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xnjfKHYXj8U/s1600-h/7631_193243594255_792459255_4000675_1069108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S3tqKPziSzI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xnjfKHYXj8U/s400/7631_193243594255_792459255_4000675_1069108_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439057699253930802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6505881006608872330?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6505881006608872330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6505881006608872330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6505881006608872330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6505881006608872330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-baby-bighton.html' title='Funny Baby Bighton'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S3tqKPziSzI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xnjfKHYXj8U/s72-c/7631_193243594255_792459255_4000675_1069108_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5795013747038662109</id><published>2010-02-13T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:27:11.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep so here I am sitting in the babe's bedroom in my comfortable rocking chair, blogging about who knows what? So this is probably going to be one random post, but there are some things that have come to my mind that I feel like I need to remember for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- Thought about the fact that Baby Anderson does not have a coming home outfit yet. I feel like this is an outfit that Ben and I need to buy not someone else. I mean come on, it will be his first outing into this crazy world. The first time he'll meet Cherokee girl, and come home to our home. It needs to be a stinkin cute outfit. Maybe that is what Ben and I will do today before we have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Totally scored BIG at Roberts crafts today. My mom and grandma gave me gift cards to Robert's for Christmas. Roberts had all of their Cricut cartridges on sale for $20 less than what they regularly are. I had a $25 off coupon if you spent $100. So, I made sure that that register went over $100. I also then scored $7 in Sweetheart bucks (which can be used like cash when you go back to buy something else), and still had money leftover on one of the gift cards. I also still have a 50%off one item coupon. So, I totally had my eye on this VERY cute bright ORANGE gerber daisy floral arrangement in an ever so cute vase that I wanted but I had to refrain. So, I am hoping today I can drag the hubsters over to Roberts and pick up that cute flower arrangement for the price of zero dollars out of my pocket :) I am totally ready for Spring, and absolutely love FREE things. Thanks mom and grams for the gift cards :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3-Bought a cute little red tote thing from the DI today for 50 cents. I have become an avid collecter of samples. We get tons of samples from our baby classes that we take, and I have become a huge fan of freebies2deals.com and she always post samples that you can sign up for and get them mailed to you for FREE. It totally rocks and I have scored some sweet things too. Go and check out the website, it will rock your socks off. The red tote from the DI is now the stashing place for all of my samples. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4- Had a bad dream last night. Haven't had a bad dream in a long time. I woke up in a cold sweat, and I blame some of that on the fact that I had to roll out of bed to go pee, but nonetheless I hate hate hate bad dreams. They are scary. I blame my bad dream on the fact that I didn't read my scriptures yesterday at all. So, you better believe it I took the time today to read my scriptures because I don't want to have bad dreams like that again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5- Speaking of the Scriptures, this has been an interesting thing for me lately. I have devoted myself to a serious scripture study. Never done this before, it's new and I have some hard days getting into the scriptures, but I end up doing it most nights, which for me is a major accomplishment. I went and bought the seminary guide to The Book of Mormon. I know it is lame, but for me it is easy for me to understand because I am definitely not a scholar in the scriptures, but I'd love to become one so that is where I am starting. Plus, I want my kids to understand and realize how important the scriptures are to me, and to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6- Text my Grandma Schmardebeck today. I felt weird doing it because she is a missionary but I haven't wrote or e-mailed her, so a text is what she got. I felt totally rebellious, because come on...she is a missionary for heaven sakes you just don't do that. Well, she is a Senior Missionary. She has got minimal rules. She is able to do alot that missionaries aren't able to do. I told her I'd let her know about our next doctors appointment. I miss her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7- My cute Mother in Law totally rocks! I am not just saying this because she reads this blog, but because she really does rock. She took me shopping on Monday and spoiled me. It was about me, not Baby Anderson. It was neat! She also made the CUTEST diaper cake for the shower this coming Friday. She's an amazing lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8- Sometimes I think Ben loves Cherokee more than he loves me. When he comes home at night he loves up on the dog more than he loves up on his chunky pregnant wife. It is something that I am trying to get over. I have some major raging hormones going on lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9- It was 9000 degrees at my parents house tonight. At one point while my mom and I were watching Pride and Prejudice I thought I was going to pass out. It was so hot! My face got beat red. I had to go and sit outside in the freezing cold too cool down. Oh, pregnancy how I love thee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10- Going to craft up a very cute letter decoration for the baby tomorrow. I called Ben today and told him that the baby's name will have to start with a B because that was the letter I bought. So, Brighton will probably be his name. Unless he comes out looking completely like me. (Yay, right!!!) When I get the project done I will post pictures, it is too cute not to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11- It is 2:18 in the blessed AM!!!! I am still not asleep, and WIDE awake. It is going to be one early morning when my alarm clock goes off to remind me that I have to go and clean the theatre. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Thanks for sticking around for this VERY random post. &lt;br /&gt;Love ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5795013747038662109?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5795013747038662109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5795013747038662109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5795013747038662109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5795013747038662109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-sleep-so-here-i-am-sitting-in.html' title='Late Night Thoughts'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1783230551180292610</id><published>2010-02-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:23:02.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not feeling it!</title><content type='html'>Life has been going by slower than normal. Probably because I am nearing the end of my pregnancy. Sleep has become obsolete and proves to be difficult each and every night. Oh well, the sleepiness is only prepare me for what is to really come. Haven't mixed it up in the kitchen lately. Last week we had Taco's one night, but instead of a rolled up taco we had a taco tostada. It was good, but I honestly love Taco's so there is never any complaint there. Trying to figure out what I want to make in the kitchen this week. I am also wanting to try a sugar cookie recipe that I found. It looks yummy, and easy to make. I am going to try and mix it up tomorrow night. Ben is not a big fan of sugar cookies. I for one LOVE them. So I am thinking I will make some cookies for Valentine's day, and then some for St. Patrick's day since I know at that time I am not going to want to be baking at all. That way I can freeze them, and then get them out when I need a sweet pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;As for now, this is how the Anderson's have been feeling, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S3LlqGiB-bI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BUYpz-igYoE/s1600-h/38c63dc2b24d__1265792954000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S3LlqGiB-bI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BUYpz-igYoE/s400/38c63dc2b24d__1265792954000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436660211660224946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone else has more motivation, and energy to be more&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous than us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1783230551180292610?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1783230551180292610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1783230551180292610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1783230551180292610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1783230551180292610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-not-feeling-it.html' title='Just not feeling it!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S3LlqGiB-bI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BUYpz-igYoE/s72-c/38c63dc2b24d__1265792954000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4263609653797688152</id><published>2010-02-05T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:20:18.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2zR1pX_llI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PMK9v7H7154/s1600-h/8-color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2zR1pX_llI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PMK9v7H7154/s400/8-color.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434949569899107922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4263609653797688152?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4263609653797688152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4263609653797688152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4263609653797688152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4263609653797688152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/02/exactly.html' title='Exactly!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2zR1pX_llI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PMK9v7H7154/s72-c/8-color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6571332679765406672</id><published>2010-01-29T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:21:50.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Recipe plus a Yummy Cake</title><content type='html'>Ben and I tried a new recipe last night. It was a Honey Mustard Glazed Chicken. It mixes up your taste buds that is for sure. It was simple to make. I even trusted Ben to take care of it, as long as he promised he would not fall asleep while watching The Office. He did a good job of basting the chicken again after 30 mintues and then putting it back in the oven for another 20 minutes while I went Visiting Teaching. Give this recipe a try, I really don't think you will be disappointed. It really is good, and easy to make. Want the recipe? Go Here...http://www.mindikamoments.com/search/label/Chicken%20Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYSdHxEGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xDAs4SX-mGc/s1600-h/honey+mustard+roasted+chicken+M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYSdHxEGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xDAs4SX-mGc/s400/honey+mustard+roasted+chicken+M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432212280872865890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also (and by we, I mean I) sliced up the yummy cake I made at mutual on Wednesday night. That was delicious too. Just as delicious as dinner. I helped myself to two servings of my cake. Ben ate a VERY small piece. Talk about making yourself feel fat :( Haha! It's ok though I feel like this is the only time I actually have an excuse. I enjoyed making the cake on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYShqEjtI/AAAAAAAAA60/wgFd7A8yVbM/s1600-h/HPIM1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYShqEjtI/AAAAAAAAA60/wgFd7A8yVbM/s400/HPIM1432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432212282090491602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYSwjcn6I/AAAAAAAAA68/gU9ds73iDRM/s1600-h/HPIM1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYSwjcn6I/AAAAAAAAA68/gU9ds73iDRM/s400/HPIM1434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432212286089240482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally going to venture and make more cakes in the future. I am trying to be more frugal, and sheet cakes from the grocery store are just way too expensive. Ben's birthday is coming up, I need to get working on something I can make for him. Any ideas? Not to hard please, I am just starting out. What have you tried new lately? I want to hear about your experience. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6571332679765406672?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6571332679765406672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6571332679765406672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6571332679765406672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6571332679765406672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-recipe-plus-yummy-cake.html' title='New Recipe plus a Yummy Cake'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S2MYSdHxEGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xDAs4SX-mGc/s72-c/honey+mustard+roasted+chicken+M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2613147870445463925</id><published>2010-01-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:35:16.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I just don't have to say it, you can read this...</title><content type='html'>"Dear Non-Pregnant Person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find these guidelines helpful in your interactions with pregnant women as failing to follow them may result in serious physical harm. If you are thinking, surely she doesn't mean me- then you should probably read this twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The appropriate response to a couple telling you they are having a baby is "Congratulations!" with enthusiasm. Any other response makes you an arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Through the wonders of science, we now know that babies are made ONLY by the mother and father- not grandparents. Unless the baby is in your uterus or you are the man that helped put it there, you may not ever use the phrase "my baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) On the same note, unless you made the baby as defined in #2, the pregnancy, birth and raising of the child are not about you. You do not have input. No one wants to hear your opinion unless they ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The body of a pregnant women should be treated the same as any other body. You would not randomly touch someone's stomach if they were not pregnant, nor would you inquire into the condition of their uterus, cervix or how they plan to use their breasts. Pregnancy does not remove all traces of privacy from a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Likewise, no women wants to hear comments on her weight- ever. A pregnant woman does not find it flattering that you think she is about is pop, must be having twins, looks swollen or has gained weight in her face. Telling her she looks too small only makes her worry that she is somehow starving her baby. Making such comments invite her to critique your physical appearance and you may not act offended. The only acceptable comment on appearance is "You look fabulous!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) By the time we are 20-30 years old, most of us have picked up on the fact that the summer is hot. We are hot every summer when we are not pregnant. We don't need you to point out that we will be miserably hot before the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) There is a reason that tickets to Labor and delivery are not yet sold on Ticketmaster. Childbirth is actually not a public event. It may sound crazy, but some women really do not relish the idea of their mother, mother in law or a host of other family members seeing their bare butt and genitals. Also, some people simply feel like the birth of their child is a private and emotional moment to be shared only by the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Like everything else is life, unless you receive an invitation, you are NOT invited. This includes doctor appointments, ultrasounds, labor, delivery, the hospital and the parents home. You do not decide if you will be there for the birth or if you will move in with the new parents to "help out". If your assistance is desired, rest assured that you will be asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If you are asked to help after the birth, this means you should clean up the house, help with cooking meals, and generally stay out of the way. Holding the baby more than the parents, interfering with breastfeeding and sleeping schedules and making a woman who is still leaking fluid from multiple locations lift a finger in housework is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The only people entitled to time with the baby are the parents. Whether they choose to have you at the hospital for the birth or ask for you to wait three weeks to visit, appreciate that you are are being given the priviledge of seeing their child. Complaining or showing disappointment only encourages the parents to include you less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant woman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2613147870445463925?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2613147870445463925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2613147870445463925' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2613147870445463925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2613147870445463925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-just-dont-have-to-say-it-you-can.html' title='So I just don&apos;t have to say it, you can read this...'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-623685603767158661</id><published>2010-01-22T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:14:17.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Little Scout</title><content type='html'>Hey Little Man,&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking alot about you these past few days. I cannot believe you will be here in 49 days. It is crazy to think that you have been in my belly since June. It has been one amazing ride, and definitely one that I will never forget. I remember feeling sad at times because I knew I was pregnant and I knew you were there but I couldn't feel you, and that bothered me. I wanted to feel you move inside, and I wanted to feel your little kicks. Before long though, you were kicking and all over the place. I remember the very first time that I really felt you move around and kick me, I was shocked and overwhelmed. The feeling I had when I felt you move around was indescribable.  It was FINALLY all becoming real. I have waited my whole life to feel that movement and I finally had it. I wanted to savor it in my memory forever. I have been working hard to be a better wife and mom daily. I take time out of my day to think about life, and of course you. I have turned to the scriptures daily. I have found comfort in them. I have found blessings in them. I have found that through Christ all things are possible. I pray that I will be the mom that I truly want to be. I have alot of people to look up too when it comes to being a great mom.&lt;br /&gt;I look up to your Grandma Anderson. She makes me want to be a better person. She is always so happy and loving. No matter what, I know that she loves your Dad and I. I also find alot of strength in Grandma Anderson. She gives me advice that I appreciate and need all of the time. Your Dad and I feel that we can really talk to Grandma Anderson, I hope you and I have the strong relationship that your Dad and Grandma Anderson share. It is mezmorizing to me to see those two together. I think you will find that when you finally arrive. You will love Grandma Anderson I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;I think about Grandma Natter...I think about what she has been through in life, it's not been easy, and I know that she regrets alot but she manages to make the best out of life. She spoils Dad and I like crazy. She spoils you already, and your not even here yet. She loves your Dad and me so much, and I know that she just wants to prove to us that she is doing her best. And for that, I am thankful for. She really is doing what is best for her and her circumstances. Your Grandma Natter is strong Little Scout, very strong. If I have half the courage she has I will be ok in life. If you have half the courage grandma Natter has you will be just great in life too. &lt;br /&gt;Grandma Natter will be there for you through thick and thin, you can count on that one. She loves you a ton already, and your Dad and I know that she is going to be a great grandma. You will love and adore her just like you will Grandma Anderson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to Grandma Bennion. Words can't express the gratitude I have for Grandma Bennion. She really made me who I am today. I feel that she is the reason why I am where I am today. If it wasn't for her Little Scout, I don't know if you'd be here. She took me in as one of her own, and has loved me unconditionally even when I was being a bad person. Grandma Bennion will make you laugh and love you just like your other grandma's will. It sure has been an interesting road, and I don't think I could have done it without Grandma Bennion. I know you will find that she is the most caring, loving, passionate person towards others. She really loves helping others out and I hope that I can become more like her when it comes to serving others. &lt;br /&gt;Little Scout you are going to come into this world more loved than anything. You have sure made things fun these past seven and half months. It has been fun to watch you grow, it has been amazing to feel you inside of me, it has been overwhelming at times, but I know that as a family we are the strongest. I pray that your dad and I will be good examples to you. I hope that we can be a happy family, and that we can be a close family. As long as we are a close family I as your mother will be the luckiest woman alive. All I have wanted my whole life was for my family to be close. I will strive daily to be the person I know I want to become, if I am more like your three grandma's I know I will be that person that I have wanted to be. &lt;br /&gt;In seven weeks we will then be our own little family. I can't believe it! I am so excited to meet you. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;br /&gt;Anxious &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-623685603767158661?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/623685603767158661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=623685603767158661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/623685603767158661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/623685603767158661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-little-scout.html' title='Dear Little Scout'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8487939067634443982</id><published>2010-01-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:17:54.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S1Z13MVvbcI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VGgVVoLBLfI/s1600-h/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S1Z13MVvbcI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VGgVVoLBLfI/s400/oops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428655991907380674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Lady just deleted everyone's blog off of my blog list. In fact, I deleted the whole Blog List Gadget for that matter. Oops! Anyone know how to get it back without having to start all over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8487939067634443982?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8487939067634443982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8487939067634443982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8487939067634443982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8487939067634443982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/oops.html' title='Oops!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S1Z13MVvbcI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VGgVVoLBLfI/s72-c/oops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8956723148877643588</id><published>2010-01-19T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:20:32.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mix Up</title><content type='html'>Oh My My! The whole circumcision topic has been overwhelming. It is time to Mix It Up! Last night Ben and I tried a new recipe. It was so dang good, and so easy to make. It is alot like Lasagna, but with different noodles. You also will not be spending hours in the kitchen preparing the meal. Everyone should try it! Who doesn't love a simple recipe...that is delicious?!?! Ben told me to add this recipe to our books. We will be enjoying the leftovers for the next few nights, which I am not sad about at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREAMY TOMATO BAKED PENNE PASTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S1YE_cvfVNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kVrrNzAXAa8/s1600-h/creamy_baked_penne_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S1YE_cvfVNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kVrrNzAXAa8/s400/creamy_baked_penne_M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428531888935359698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go here for the yummy recipe, and scroll down til you find &lt;br /&gt;Thursday, June 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mindikamoments.com/search/label/Pasta%20Moments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8956723148877643588?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8956723148877643588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8956723148877643588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8956723148877643588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8956723148877643588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-mix-up_19.html' title='Monday Mix Up'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S1YE_cvfVNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kVrrNzAXAa8/s72-c/creamy_baked_penne_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5611942975849043437</id><published>2010-01-18T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:10:07.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>So this is what it feels like to have numerous people look at your blog? Why am I not flattered? When I wrote about circumsion for my little guy I never thought I would attract much attention, maybe just a few comments here and there. I was shocked to find a plethora of comments this morning. Each of which I have taken the time to read. I have found that each comment is intriguing in it's own way, and I have learned some very new information that I probably never would have got if it wasn't for you. So for that, I thank you. The Hubby and I have a decision to make, and with all of this information we have received it seems that it might a little tougher than I thought. Ultimately, I am going to put this in the Lord's hands and ask for his help. I really do need it here. Our child has become the most important person in our lives right now, and I know that his "own" father can help us more than we as his earthly parents can. I know that the Lord will answer our prayers, and I have quite the doosey on my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;What are our beliefs? &lt;br /&gt;http://www.mormon.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;I also want to add, if you are going to continue to read our blog...please do not attack anyone's comments or opinions about situations. We are all entitled to our very own opinions. I know you may agree or disagree with what has been said but please don't attack anyone's comments it really doesn't sit well with me. Sounds cheesy, I know...but it's how I feel and that is what I am all about these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;One Confused Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5611942975849043437?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5611942975849043437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5611942975849043437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5611942975849043437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5611942975849043437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6077230831449418540</id><published>2010-01-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:28:37.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting it Go.</title><content type='html'>The other day I was getting my daily dose of Studio 5 when they had a panel of three ladies talking about blogs and journals and things like that. They talked about how most people don't write about things that could hurt or offend anyone when they are reading "your" thoughts. I have pondered alot on this question the last few days. Why am I holding back from writing things on my blog that might hurt someone. They are my thoughts, and feelings. If I kept a faithful journal I would write these "personal" thoughts in them. So why am I holding out and not letting my real feelings out on my blog. I know that people read it, and for that I am grateful for. But this might as well be my journal, in fact one day I will turn my blog into a book and it will be a keepsake for my kids, grandkids, and so forth. So here's to not holding back anymore. If I offend you or say something that may be hurtful it's not intentional (sp?). It's how I am feeling, and sometimes it is just easier to write it than say it. So...with that being said... I need some advice. Since I know and have heard ALOT of baby advice in the last few months from EVERYONE!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I really need your opinion. I need your advice, I need your help, I need someone to help me out here...&lt;br /&gt;Today while taking a baby class (which by the way there was about twelve couples there, out of the twelve couples there were only three that were having girls, all the rest of us are having boys)... so undoubtedly the topic of circumsion came up. According to this website...http://www.circumcision.org/ they have said &lt;br /&gt;"Based on a review of medical and psychological literature and our own research and experience, we conclude that male circumcision causes serious, generally unrecognized harm and is not advisable." &lt;br /&gt;I figured I would just get Little Scout circumsied. No questions asked that is just what I would do. Well I feel now that I might need to be a little bit more informed about this procedure. Anyone out there got any advice? I am willing to hear both sides of the story here and will let the information I receive from you go into my head and actually stay there unlike some of the "unwanted advice" I have been receieving ever since we announced we were pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts, advice and own experiences will help me tremendously in determining what situation is best for our baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6077230831449418540?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6077230831449418540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6077230831449418540' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6077230831449418540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6077230831449418540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-it-go.html' title='Letting it Go.'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5936501658479058484</id><published>2010-01-14T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:33:58.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Ben and I have been married for 4 years. It has been one incredible adventure. I cannot wait for many years to come. This past year has proven to be one of the more difficult years of our marriage, but we also feel that we have been tremendously blessed. We have had work, school, and church callings that kept us busy and away from each other at times but we have grown closer in every way imaginable too. &lt;br /&gt;After Ben got home from work last night we decided to open presents before we headed to dinner. I had told Ben earlier in the day that I was really not in the mood to even go out, and that we might just have to stay in and order pizza for a romantic anniversary night. Well by the time he had gotten home I had rejuvenated myself a little bit more, and felt that we could go out for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;When he gave me my present he told me that each piece of jewelry represented something different in our relationship, which is true. My very first piece of jewelry from Ben was a promise ring. We weren't quite ready to be engaged yet, but knew that we wanted to be together so he surprised with a jewlery box he got from Alaska when he went with his dad and brother, and then the promise ring. I honestly remember thinking when he was Alaska that I never wanted to be without him again. I think his trip was only four days, and let me tell you it was the longest four days of my life. &lt;br /&gt;Next was our engagement ring. Symbolizing the obvious, and then when we were married the wedding band was sautered together to the ring, again for obvious reasons. For months after we were married I would just stare at my wedding ring, because I loved it so much. I think I was more impressed with the fact that Ben chose my ring all by himself, but knew to take me into Shane Company to make sure it was really what I liked before he made any final decsions. What can I say...I have a "safe" husband, which I am totally ok with. &lt;br /&gt;Last night he totally surprised with a beautiful diamond necklace. The top and bottom diamonds symbolizes Ben and I, and the middle ice blue sapphire symbolizes our new little guy. Once we have more kids we can add a blue or pink sapphire to the necklace. I absolutely love the necklace, and love that I can look at it everyday and remember what it symbolizes for our next chapter in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_gB0RifHI/AAAAAAAAA58/IRsoJpSdtJM/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_gB0RifHI/AAAAAAAAA58/IRsoJpSdtJM/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426802397821434994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_gCGNkxHI/AAAAAAAAA6E/G_jzaYcNX5M/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_gCGNkxHI/AAAAAAAAA6E/G_jzaYcNX5M/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426802402636645490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was Ben's turn to open his gift. He had mentioned a while back about having Family scriptures. His mom and dad have them in their house and he always remembers reading the story of Christ's birth from those scriptures on Christmas morning. He also told me that back in the day they kept a "family bible" basically birth records and things like that in this Bible. I thought that this would go great with our new addition coming in March. We will write on the first page our wedding date, and then as our children are born we will add their names to that list. It will be a fun tradition and I hope that it will be the start of something memorable to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_hPl9202I/AAAAAAAAA6M/AN9Tb_SiwDo/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_hPl9202I/AAAAAAAAA6M/AN9Tb_SiwDo/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803734010581858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_hPyPRnAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/R_RCQy38TuE/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_hPyPRnAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/R_RCQy38TuE/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426803737304865794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5936501658479058484?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5936501658479058484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5936501658479058484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5936501658479058484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5936501658479058484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/4th-anniversary.html' title='4th Anniversary'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0_gB0RifHI/AAAAAAAAA58/IRsoJpSdtJM/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3487121831981414212</id><published>2010-01-14T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:44:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mix-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S09Ju0gz4AI/AAAAAAAAA50/ydzbmuXHvb8/s1600-h/orange+sauce+M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S09Ju0gz4AI/AAAAAAAAA50/ydzbmuXHvb8/s400/orange+sauce+M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426637144723808258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been one crazy week this week. Not like that surprises us anymore. We've gotten use to craziness around our home. We ventured and tried something new on Tuesday night just as promised. It was something simple, and easy because I was able to throw it together in about a half hour. I ran to Costco and got the Panda Express orange sauce (which by the way, is very inexpensive for what you get). Came home and cooked up some chicken, stir fry vegetables and rice. It was a simple dinner, but next time I need to make some kind of batter that will go over the chicken just like Panda Express does with their Orange Chicken. Anyone have any good ideas for that? I am giving this recipe a 3. The flavor wasn't the best, but I am not going to give up on this recipe there would be things I would do differently next time we try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3487121831981414212?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3487121831981414212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3487121831981414212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3487121831981414212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3487121831981414212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-mix-up.html' title='Monday Mix-up'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S09Ju0gz4AI/AAAAAAAAA50/ydzbmuXHvb8/s72-c/orange+sauce+M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4999351210589736807</id><published>2010-01-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:33:48.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KoriAnn in the Kitchen!</title><content type='html'>So this is my attempt to try some new meals out in our family. Our traditional spaghetti and taco's just aren't going to cut it anymore. I need to mix it up. Ben and I need some new flavors in our mouths. So, here is what I have come up with. It will be called Monday Mix-Up. I will be attempting a new recipe each Monday night, I will blog about it and let you all know what we think about it. I will have a rating system that will be from 1-5.  &lt;br /&gt;1- Awful. &lt;br /&gt;2- Eh...probably won't try it again&lt;br /&gt;3- We're getting there&lt;br /&gt;4- Delicious&lt;br /&gt;5- Out of this World!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am hoping that this might inspire some of you to mix it up in the kitchen, and try out any new recipes. Now, seeing that it is the 6th of January I will start out my mad Kitchen skills starting next monday with a Peppered Flank Steak with Bleu Cheese sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0TlSIqSnkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qRw0hHru_os/s1600-h/Steak_and_Blue_Cheese_Sauce_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0TlSIqSnkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qRw0hHru_os/s400/Steak_and_Blue_Cheese_Sauce_M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423711950986190402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found here at this awesome site http://www.mindikamoments.com!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4999351210589736807?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4999351210589736807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4999351210589736807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4999351210589736807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4999351210589736807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/koriann-in-kitchen.html' title='KoriAnn in the Kitchen!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/S0TlSIqSnkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qRw0hHru_os/s72-c/Steak_and_Blue_Cheese_Sauce_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4150721743616444026</id><published>2010-01-05T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:39:50.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...it's already January!!!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that it is already January 5th. Time sure did fly by. Which we all know that the holidays always fly by, but this year seemed to go by alot quicker than usual. Christmas rocked! It was simple and somewhat relaxing. Christmas Eve was alot more stressful than Christmas was, but we enjoyed seeing grandparents, aunts, and uncles that we don't get to see all of the time. We enjoyed a nice lunch with my Mom and Grandma Schmardebeck. Saw Grandpa and Grandma Archibald, Anderson and Uncle Kenny and Aunt Sharon. We then headed up to Brigham and slept at my parents house so we could watch the kids open their presents bright and early Christmas morning. It was a filled day but something we felt needed to be done. Mom and Dad Anderson came to our house for brunch along with my Mom and Keith on Christmas day. We had to work at the theatre 3:30 so it was more of a quick brunch and off everyone went. It was nice to spend time with each parent on Christmas though. Mom and Dad Anderson enjoyed a private screening of Sherlock Holmes after my Mom and Keith left. It was a great day and work seemed to go by fast as well so that helped alot. I am a loser and never take pictures so another long boring post with no pictures. Sorry :( If you made it this far...give yourself a pat on the back because honestly your a survivor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4150721743616444026?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4150721743616444026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4150721743616444026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4150721743616444026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4150721743616444026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2010/01/wowits-already-january.html' title='Wow...it&apos;s already January!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3047547886306935899</id><published>2009-12-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:34:47.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGYE7TxNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Y8xhfBEoKp4/s1600-h/HPIM1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGYE7TxNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Y8xhfBEoKp4/s400/HPIM1417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416429987552281810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Scout has a crib!! We purchased the crib last week and  Ben set it up the night we got it. It is way cute. Ok, the bedding is way cute. The crib is a crib. What more can you say about it? At least I know now that if he comes early he will have somewhere to sleep. Although, he won't be able to come home from the hospital if we don't look into carseats soon. It has been fun to see his room come together. No theme, but it makes it more official now that the crib is in there waiting for him. I can't describe how much I love him already. Cherokee doesn't know what to think about the room just yet. She wanted nothing to do with us the night we were setting up the crib. It was interesting for me to watch her carefully watching dad put the crib together. I hope she is a good thing for her baby brother. I hope she is good with him, and watches out for him. Wish us luck, the next steo for us is baby classes. Ben's thrilled about the first class...essentials of breastfeeding :) &lt;br /&gt;Poor guy! He'll survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGOl5j5cI/AAAAAAAAA5c/PeEW8cAO6Rc/s1600-h/HPIM1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGOl5j5cI/AAAAAAAAA5c/PeEW8cAO6Rc/s400/HPIM1428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416429824604628418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGOWaPufI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Dk01JLejInk/s1600-h/HPIM1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGOWaPufI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Dk01JLejInk/s400/HPIM1427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416429820446751218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3047547886306935899?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3047547886306935899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3047547886306935899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3047547886306935899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3047547886306935899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-has-crib.html' title='He has a crib'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SysGYE7TxNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Y8xhfBEoKp4/s72-c/HPIM1417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2449329652040188301</id><published>2009-12-07T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:33:52.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Time</title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy around the Anderson home. We have something going on each weekend, and most weeknights. It's crazy how busy life gets around this time of year. I love it though. I love seeing family, I love spending time with those that we don't see often, I love the hussle of holiday craziness, I love decorating for the holidays, I love remembering the true meaning of Christmas. I just love it all. I think I love it more this year than I have in a long time. I blame alot of that on the fact that next year we will get to enjoy the holidays even more because Little Scout will be here, and we'll be able to enjoy Christmas again. Not that little scout will be much fun until he's about two, but I just know that holidays will be alot more enjoyable now that we get to see his little face light up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday ben's work had a Christmas party it was a lot of fun, with some really good food. Especially the rolls. Can I just say yummy??? I ate three of them, no joke! Blair (ben's boss) always throws great parties. A&amp;T donated $1,000.00 to the Utah Food Bank instead of giving presents out to all of the employees. We still had a raffle for a shotgun, and a 32-inch TV but that was all and that was good enough. I am proud Ben is a part of a company that is willing to give something to other people that are less fortunate than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived another Bennion Family Cookie Day. It was a lot of fun. Doesn't seem like there is much sugar cookie decorating as there use to be, but the little kids sure did help out alot which made it seem alot easier. Ben told his mom that we were coming to kidnap her to take her with us. She really didn't have a choice we kind of made her come. We didn't want her home by herself again. I am glad she came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the 26th week this past Saturday. Like I have said before, time has slowed down, but Little Scout hasn't. He has been kicking and going crazy lately. It's been fun to feel him alot more. It was hard for me before to not feel him, at times I didn't even feel pregnant because I wasn't getting bigger or feeling much, but those times have passed. Haha! I am getting bigger, and feeling him alot. I love it! I love every thing about it, ok maybe not the whole getting bigger part, but I guess that is good, because that means he is growing. We also found a crib that we love, it's even on sale. We are probably going to buy it if we don't find something by the end of the week. Off the subject...my mom had me 10 weeks early. If that happens to us, which everyone pray that it doesn't we would have Little Scout here on January &lt;br /&gt;2nd. (These are what you call BRT's in the Anderson Home) Ben Random Thoughts! Haha. Little facts that no one actually worries about or even thinks about on a regualar or rare basis. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good around the Anderson home. We are blessed with great family and friends. We have SO much to be grateful for. We love this time of year when we can reflect on the Savior's birth, and remember what Christmas is all about. We hope everyone else is enjoying their holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2449329652040188301?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2449329652040188301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2449329652040188301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2449329652040188301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2449329652040188301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-time.html' title='Holiday Time'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5368210754989960121</id><published>2009-11-29T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:14:28.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs. Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SxNAwIF2ebI/AAAAAAAAA30/LMvPTKZ3LTk/s1600/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SxNAwIF2ebI/AAAAAAAAA30/LMvPTKZ3LTk/s400/byu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409738772952021426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's set the record straight. I am a BYU fan! Love the cougars, especially BYU football. I want to buy my son BYU outfits all of the time. But, price of things like that get in the way. I think alot of my love for the cougars stems from my dad. In fact, I know it all stems from my dad. We grew up watching the cougars. I nervously watch the rivarly game every year (ok, every year since Ben and I have been married.) Ben was raised to love the Utes, which is fine, and I think maybe somewhere deep down he still loves the Utes but maybe pretends to love BYU just for me and my litte brother Connor. :)&lt;br /&gt;While Ben and I were driving home last night from my parents we were listening to sports talk radio. I always get so frusterated when Ben makes us listen to the after game show when people can call in and voice their rude, hateful, and degrading comments on air. I guess whatever makes people feel better, right?? Both BYU and Ute fans are so rude, and inconsiderate. It is just a game people. Well as we were getting home I hear that Kyle Whittingham's wife got hit or something because some BYU fans were taking pictures of litte INNOCENT ute fans crying because utah lost. Then I hear about beer being thrown on BYU fans last year at the game because Utah was winning. Come on people, where is all of this hatred coming from. It is just a FOOTBALL GAME. Both sides are equally just as bad. BYU and Utah fans are degrading, rude, hateful, and just plain embarassing at times.  Ben had me watch the interview that Max Hall gave last night about "HATING" everything about Utah. I admit I snickered a little about the comments and went about the day. But it's got me thinking more and more about how satan is ever so quietly creeping in on the "simple" joys in life like BYU football (for me). &lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly love cougar football, and have lost a little bit of respect for Max Hall, but I am sure somewhere down the road some Ute player will say the same thing about BYU (if it already hasn't been said). Let's just move on people and enjoy the simple pleasures in life. Life isn't all about BYU or Utah football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5368210754989960121?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5368210754989960121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5368210754989960121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5368210754989960121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5368210754989960121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/11/byu-vs-utah.html' title='BYU vs. Utah'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SxNAwIF2ebI/AAAAAAAAA30/LMvPTKZ3LTk/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1777686206761616203</id><published>2009-11-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:51:48.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Movement!!</title><content type='html'>Little Scout,&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, you are already making me laugh. Can't wait to actually meet you so I can have many more laughs with you. Dad is convinced that you don't like him, but I know better. You already love him. Yesterday while in sacrament you were kicking like crazy. Dad even saw you kick me. Little scout you can already kick me pretty hard, please don't hurt me when you get bigger in my bell;y :) Deal? Dad would put his hand on mom's stomach and you wouldn't move a muscle. I laughed for a while about that one. It still cracks me up, but Dad doesn't think it's funny. I have a feeling that you and dad are going to be VERY close, which I am ok with because I got to carry you for nine months and that is everything to me. Your dad deserves someone to be close with, and I am more than willing to let him have a "real" relationship with his son. I can't speak for your dad, but I know he loves you more than life itself already. He can't wait to see you. He is more excited than me at times. Time sure has slowed down recently. It feels like March is never going to come. With the upcoming holidays I am hoping that that will keep me busy and not watching time tick by. Just so you know, you already went to your first BYU game this past weekend. You went with dad, mom, Andrew, Bryn, Megann and Mitch. BYU won of course. You didn't move much during the game, in fact, while I laid in bed Saturday night I got a little woried because I hadn't felt you move all day. Maybe you were just enjoying your first BYU game and you had to take it all in. Grandma Bennion is already planning on buying you a BYU football outfit for Halloween so you and aunt Blair can go as a Football player and cheerleader...how cute will that be? You also will get to enjoy your first BYU vs UTAH rivarly game this week. Football has been filling up our schedules these past few weeks, but we're just preparing you for this wild journey. It has been fun to enjoy some football games with your dad. He gets into the games and I have a feeling you'll take after him. Another event that happened this past weekend is that Jimmie Johnson won the Sprint Cup Championship. That makes 4 in a row for him. Dad was so happy about that!! He can't wait til you get here because he has figured out that you will only miss two or three races depending on when you arrive...he can't wait to watch the races with you. How time needs to speed up just a little bit, can't wait to meet you little scout. &lt;br /&gt;Tons of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;We get to see you tomorrow at our doctors appointment...can't wait :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1777686206761616203?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1777686206761616203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1777686206761616203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1777686206761616203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1777686206761616203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/11/lots-of-movement.html' title='Lots of Movement!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4557791509783430760</id><published>2009-11-17T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:23:33.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a fan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SwLbfDU5z-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/Yd47QIe81gY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 36px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SwLbfDU5z-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/Yd47QIe81gY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405123829313425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all our peeps out there. Ben has started up a Facebook page for Walker Cinemas. We are going to keep showtimes updated for all four theatres, and keep people updated about Walker Cinemas. At times, we will also be giving out passes. If you have a Facebook account please head on over and be our friend. We would love to see all of you on our friends list :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4557791509783430760?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4557791509783430760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4557791509783430760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4557791509783430760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4557791509783430760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-fan.html' title='Are you a fan?'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SwLbfDU5z-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/Yd47QIe81gY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-78156653341639350</id><published>2009-11-06T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:27:21.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SvRcWwKdiCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mCCG6-86hmw/s1600-h/HPIM1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SvRcWwKdiCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mCCG6-86hmw/s400/HPIM1400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401043399079725090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to do this craft ever since the beginning of October. Well here is it the 6th of November and I am finally finishing the Halloween Craft I set out to do. I finally finished it today, and am now going to put away with all of my other Halloween decorations. At least we'll get to enjoy it next year. I am also thinking about doing the same type of thing for Christmas but with the letters JOY, and some added embelishments. Maybe, I 'll finish that project by the time New Years comes around :)I am now going to attempt to etch glass for a bridal shower I am going to tomorrow. Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-78156653341639350?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/78156653341639350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=78156653341639350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/78156653341639350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/78156653341639350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-craft.html' title='Halloween Craft'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SvRcWwKdiCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mCCG6-86hmw/s72-c/HPIM1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2639481765570086696</id><published>2009-10-29T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:22:12.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SupmnBiRd7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/d1525sBinVU/s1600-h/HPIM1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SupmnBiRd7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/d1525sBinVU/s400/HPIM1399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239923970078642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is changing around the Anderson home. The baby isn't here yet, but changes are already happening that are making me believe more and more that we will have a baby soon. It is amazing to think that in just 4 1/2 months little scout will be here. For Family Home Evening on Monday night we decided to clean out "The Nursery". It's amazing how much stuff we had in there. We definietly took advantage of the extra space. We now have everything moved into the other bedroom and I love it. It is clean and somewhat organized. It's been fun to gather some ideas of how we want to decorate the nursery, but nothing has really stuck. It is hard for me to decide things like that because kids change so much and what I like now probably won't be the same in just three months. Little man's closet is bare now, but I know grandma's are already shopping for him. These are things that Ben and I have bought before we knew if we were having a boy or girl. I am grateful that my intuition of having a boy was right, because we had alot more boys stuff than girls stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Supmm6tQdYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/y33e0k__AG8/s1600-h/HPIM1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Supmm6tQdYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/y33e0k__AG8/s400/HPIM1388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239922137101698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherokee is loving having this clean bedroom to go in and sprawl out and eat her bone. She isn't going to know what to do when we actually start getting things in there. We still LOVE having Cherokee around. Sounds silly because I know that my dog wouldn't kill a fly but when she is home and Ben is not I feel safer having her here. I know she watches out for me and Ben all of the time. She knows when I am sick and not feeling well. She would sit on the side of me whenever I had to run to the bathroom to throw up. She is going to be a great sister to this little guy. Ben and I are still thinking that she will sleep in the hallway when the baby comes that way she will be in between us and the baby. For the first couple of months though we will all be in the same bedroom so that will be a fun experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SupeIx5hRGI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KXpHqdVq0HI/s1600-h/HPIM1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SupeIx5hRGI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KXpHqdVq0HI/s400/HPIM1382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398230608283518050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is being a good husband and has told me that he will help out around the house seeing that my energy level has gone down. I am grateful for his hard work and dedication to our little family. He seems to love the body pillow we bought for me so that I can sleep at night. Well...one night I came home from work to find him like this....&lt;br /&gt;And as for myself, I am not as tired as I use to be, and I am feeling good. It's time to go and buy some maternity pants because I have an ever growing baby bump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sup2-0XexAI/AAAAAAAAA3c/n2d4ObyVVyc/s1600-h/HPIM1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sup2-0XexAI/AAAAAAAAA3c/n2d4ObyVVyc/s400/HPIM1395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398257924938056706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone has a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuphPaixuBI/AAAAAAAAA20/qhRyHe9JaT4/s1600-h/happy_halloween_for_stationery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuphPaixuBI/AAAAAAAAA20/qhRyHe9JaT4/s400/happy_halloween_for_stationery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398234020808079378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2639481765570086696?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2639481765570086696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2639481765570086696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2639481765570086696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2639481765570086696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/10/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SupmnBiRd7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/d1525sBinVU/s72-c/HPIM1399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-825555109348033361</id><published>2009-10-22T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:33:04.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuD5tnR0_KI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dWF2M9A01Rk/s1600-h/baby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuD5tnR0_KI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dWF2M9A01Rk/s400/baby5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586915623042210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuD5tCSKV-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/oiFUMWJNYm4/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuD5tCSKV-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/oiFUMWJNYm4/s400/rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395586905692329954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuC4r3Mt5eI/AAAAAAAAA18/Lc__BJ-cfJE/s1600-h/its_a_boy-4796.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuC4r3Mt5eI/AAAAAAAAA18/Lc__BJ-cfJE/s400/its_a_boy-4796.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395515417281029602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Baby BOY Anderson,&lt;br /&gt;We had our ultrasound today early in the morning, so that your dad could be there. Mom is grateful for dad's boss for letting dad come to all of these appointments. It took a while to get back into the ultrasound room, but we finally made it back. The Ultrasound Tech asked if we knew what we were having and mom said..."I think it's a boy, but who knows?" It didn't take too long for us to see you in all of your glory. You had no problem showing us "your stuff". You were not shy at all. Mom and Dad both laughed when you put yourself all out there. The Tech said that you look healthy, and that you are a very "manly" child. You made her laugh alot, and that reassures us that you are your dad's child...Dad loves to make people laugh. You've got feet, toes, arms, fingers, cute head, and a round belly. You are right on schedule to arrive in this crazy world on March 13, 2010. Oh how we can't wait to meet you. The Tech could NOT get you to move your head, she was pushing on mom's belly for a while determined to get a good face profile of you. Again, you are an Anderson...Anderson's hate getting their pictures taken, they'd rather go to the dentist. Seems that you already have those same characteristics. By far, the best thing that you did today was give us the "Rock On" symbol with your hand. Once again, you are your dad's child. Dad loves music and we feel that you are going to follow right in his footsteps. Dad promises to get some headphones so that you can listen to music while you are still in the womb. Mom is ecsatic to finally be able to get some shopping done. Grandma's,Grandpa's, aunts, uncles, and many more are all so excited as well. Although your not here yet, and I only feel you once in a while (for now) I love you. I love you more than life itself, words can't express the tremendous joy I feel knowing that the Lord has entrusted your dad and I with one of his own. We feel blessed and honored to be your parents. We love you little scout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-825555109348033361?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/825555109348033361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=825555109348033361' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/825555109348033361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/825555109348033361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-boy-anderson.html' title='Baby Boy Anderson'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SuD5tnR0_KI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dWF2M9A01Rk/s72-c/baby5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6512436878080187457</id><published>2009-10-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:58:14.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square Mutual Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/StvHoNVNa2I/AAAAAAAAA10/eATio3ibDzU/s1600-h/3121521491_4c564ff024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/StvHoNVNa2I/AAAAAAAAA10/eATio3ibDzU/s400/3121521491_4c564ff024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394124472293616482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your input...and yes, this means YOU! I made mention at a mutual planning committee about skipping out on Temple Square this December. I didn't realize that the youth LOVE this activity. They freaked when I mentioned that maybe we should do something else. As Leaders, we feel that the youth get nothing out of this acitivy. We get to Salt Lake, walk around the temple grounds, and the youth are hyper as ever and then it is time to go back to the car and head home. So, as Leaders we told the youth that we could go to Temple Square as long as we can do something else besides walking around. We feel that it needs to be a little more on the spiritual side, and something that will be more meaningful to everyone. So, my question to you is...is there any ideas that you have out there that we could use?? Maybe something you did as a youth at Temple Square than the usual walking around???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6512436878080187457?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6512436878080187457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6512436878080187457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6512436878080187457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6512436878080187457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/10/temple-square-mutual-activity.html' title='Temple Square Mutual Activity'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/StvHoNVNa2I/AAAAAAAAA10/eATio3ibDzU/s72-c/3121521491_4c564ff024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6316266539161226002</id><published>2009-10-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:31:22.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new.</title><content type='html'>Don't fall out of your chairs people. Yes, this is Ben writting this blog. Now that I have your attention, I want to tell you all what happened to me this past week. Wednesday September 30 was a normal day. Went to work and Scouts. Didn't really think what the next week would have in store for me. Thursday, I believe, I get a phone call from Dan Sheer, our wards Executive Secretary and one of my home teaching families. He totally threw me a left hook asking if I would meet with the bishop at 6:30pm the upcomming Wednesday. I said yes, and the whole week leading to that appointment, i was nurveous, almost to the extent of becoming sick. Wednesday comes around, and I get ready. I had mutual right after so i had to go in the Bishop's office in my scout uniform. I got there a little early because I remember my mission president, President Branwell, say that when he met with President Packer, he had to be 15 minutes early because President Packer always says "if you're 10 minutes early, your 5 minutes late". So I was 20 minutes early. Well, I pull into the church parking lot and see Brother Fenton, the 2nd counselor in the Young Men's, walking up to the door. Then all the emotions came, but not to the extent of crying. My thoughts were flying every direction. It almost reminded me when i got released as a full time missionary, but not as extreme. &lt;br /&gt;Finally it was my turn to go in and then the small talk starts. I'm the type of person that hates small talk. I'm upfront and to the point. There is no reason to keep me more in suspense. Then Bishop says that they are going to release me as the 1st counselor in the Young Mens. Deep down inside, i knew it was going to happen. I was more scared what they were going to call me into. Since KoriAnn and I have been married, I have been in Young Men's, Scouts or both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;After my release, he then goes on and says we won't keep you in limbo for to long, we would like to call you as the: (Drum Roll.................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/StOO9YtsOiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Zc1lrOzeZXM/s1600-h/Team_coach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/StOO9YtsOiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Zc1lrOzeZXM/s400/Team_coach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391810364149873186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish to say that this is what I wanted. I love working with this age group (14-15 year olds). It's going to be a lot of fun and hard work. Plus the new 1st Counselor, the advisor and Ast. Team Coach, is going to be great too. We are going to take this Team to heights it's never been before. I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;So for all those who were worried about my facebook post last week, this was the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6316266539161226002?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6316266539161226002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6316266539161226002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6316266539161226002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6316266539161226002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new.'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/StOO9YtsOiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Zc1lrOzeZXM/s72-c/Team_coach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-695946456604614895</id><published>2009-10-06T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:29:24.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!!!!</title><content type='html'>I needed a good laugh today. This hit the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahdlyfsEPcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahdlyfsEPcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-695946456604614895?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/695946456604614895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=695946456604614895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/695946456604614895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/695946456604614895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Haha!!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8255755731275991761</id><published>2009-09-29T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:01:23.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Monson's Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhDhiojBPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhDhiojBPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8255755731275991761?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8255755731275991761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8255755731275991761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8255755731275991761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8255755731275991761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='President Monson&apos;s Message'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7818578360609762125</id><published>2009-09-27T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:49:53.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SsAjypijwwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1GJukxqPs10/s1600-h/thumbnailCA8G8DHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344507386348290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SsAjypijwwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1GJukxqPs10/s400/thumbnailCA8G8DHT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like my blog is boring lately. Not much to talk about. Life just continues on it's way and I don't write about it. I know, I am boring. Anyone know of a way I can make this more of a "fun" blog instead of a journal entry?? Not that journal entries aren't great, but all of the time just isn't fun. Ideas would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone have a purple afro wig or just purple wig I can wear for mutual on Wednesday night? We are having a Purple Progressive Party for mutual and I want to win the prize. I am going to give the girl's a run for their money. I totally want to win the prize that I get to go shopping for. Haha!!!! yes, I know I am a total nerd, but I'm cool with it. I have a husband that still loves me and that is all that matters :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7818578360609762125?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7818578360609762125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7818578360609762125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7818578360609762125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7818578360609762125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SsAjypijwwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1GJukxqPs10/s72-c/thumbnailCA8G8DHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1458963739874217376</id><published>2009-09-21T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:37:16.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in the life of the Anderson's</title><content type='html'>We haven't written in a while so I figured it was time to write about life around the Anderson home lately. We stay primarily busy with the theatre, church callings and Ben's schooling. Between all of these things our lives stay busy. Ben has relinquished his Monday nights at the theatre so we can have a night together during the week. It will be a nice change. I know I am going to love the extra time with him. I still can't get enough of him :) He will be doing a lot more matienence around the theatre which will help because the list at the theatre is never ending, he knows that too. Oh, the joys of having work so close to our home. I still am babysitting Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Tuesdays are our long days. Ben heads to work early in the morning, leaves work and goes straight to class and then to a lab after. He is normally home around 9 pm. I babysit until I have to go to work at the theatre, and stay there til close. I come home and crash and get up about 5 times in the middle of the night to empty my bladder :) Miss Cherokee will start her tuesdays by going to my mom's house for the day because no one is home to take care of her all day, and so my mom is willing to take her until this semester of school is over every Tuesday. It will be good for Cherokee she loves being at my mom's house because she can go outside and play whenever she wants to, and my mom spoils her. Just think she spoils her granddog, our child will be even more spoiled by her. Wednesdays are mutual nights. I normally have church meetings at 6pm, and both Ben and I attend mutual at 7pm. We normally get home around 9 and crash, and I once again empty my bladder at least 5 times a night. Thursdays are normally more relaxing for me, and it always seem that that is the one day I am sick. Thursdays should be my cleaning day, but as of the last few weeks it hasn't been that way at all. Ben has class after work on Thursdays, and gets home around 7:30ish. We eat dinner late Thursday night and head to the Melo's house. I for one spend my time with Bryn on Thursday afternoons because there is only so much cleaning I can do in one day. I get to tired, and find that if I am out doing something I don't get as tired. Fridays Ben heads to work early in the morning, and is off by noon so that he can go to another class until about 4:30 pm. I clean the theatre and wash the theatres down with my sister on Fridays. So most of my fridays are spent at the theatre and occasionally I will watch a little boy from our ward if my schedule allows it. Saturdays are spent either at the theatre, or working in the yard. Hopefully the yard will get finished soon (cross your fingers)!!!! Sundays are the best, of course, when we aren't working :) So there ya go, now you know what our lives consist of. Of course when this new bundle of joy finally arrives life will be crazier and probably busier, but that is ok we will adjust. We'll enjoy our sleep while we can :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1458963739874217376?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1458963739874217376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1458963739874217376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1458963739874217376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1458963739874217376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-in-life-of-andersons.html' title='A week in the life of the Anderson&apos;s'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2798977358825597769</id><published>2009-09-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:00:32.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Letting the Secret Out.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SqRof6zOKsI/AAAAAAAAA1E/3LisoykhRMc/s1600-h/baby-feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our House is Growing By.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378539015383192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SqRovN5-krI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6ioT23qeLTQ/s400/baby-feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FEET!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Due March 13th, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3654165027770477977-2798977358825597769?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2798977358825597769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2798977358825597769' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2798977358825597769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2798977358825597769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-letting-secret-out.html' title='We&apos;re Letting the Secret Out.....'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SqRovN5-krI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6ioT23qeLTQ/s72-c/baby-feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8276620766367220452</id><published>2009-09-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:32:18.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SqAwPV8O5EI/AAAAAAAAA08/BtQgjLRMxug/s1600-h/sb1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377350995226321986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SqAwPV8O5EI/AAAAAAAAA08/BtQgjLRMxug/s400/sb1194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;That's it, I HAVE to get a Cricut Machine. I don't know how I have survived without one. There is so many crafts I am missing out on that I can be making with this machine. I've got to save my money, because I HAVE to get one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8276620766367220452?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8276620766367220452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8276620766367220452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8276620766367220452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8276620766367220452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s It!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SqAwPV8O5EI/AAAAAAAAA08/BtQgjLRMxug/s72-c/sb1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-161010697749459542</id><published>2009-09-01T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:02:47.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling CrAfTy!!!</title><content type='html'>Just found out today that I have the wonderful opportunity to speak at my little sister Blair's baptism on Saturday. I will be roping in Bryn on Friday to complete this cute little idea...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3JVUm4lXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7_XnqDzFQSY/s1600-h/greatis8pops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674898296477042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3JVUm4lXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7_XnqDzFQSY/s400/greatis8pops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the CuTeSt BlOg EvEr!!!! Check "the how to Gal" out!!&lt;a href="http://thehowtogal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thehowtogal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; in love with this Cork Board!!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376680014306442882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3N_HOtfoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dFbFLps3X68/s400/Cork_board_after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3PjtlCVcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qrn5n6X6mxw/s1600-h/Topiary_Voila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376681742587549122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3PjtlCVcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qrn5n6X6mxw/s400/Topiary_Voila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Topiaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; the headbands...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3P2XI1jII/AAAAAAAAA0k/JijqMsbct60/s1600-h/3771102720_f9658fa284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376682062981205122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3P2XI1jII/AAAAAAAAA0k/JijqMsbct60/s400/3771102720_f9658fa284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3Q49NP1VI/AAAAAAAAA00/_h03yD9sIcQ/s1600-h/bag_tutorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3Q49NP1VI/AAAAAAAAA00/_h03yD9sIcQ/s1600-h/bag_tutorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376682442383487442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3QMchY8dI/AAAAAAAAA0s/H6amW9IxeuI/s400/3606407686_9d48cafda6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3Q49NP1VI/AAAAAAAAA00/_h03yD9sIcQ/s1600-h/bag_tutorial.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/3654165027770477977-161010697749459542?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/161010697749459542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=161010697749459542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/161010697749459542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/161010697749459542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-crafty.html' title='I&apos;m feeling CrAfTy!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sp3JVUm4lXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7_XnqDzFQSY/s72-c/greatis8pops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6910150917691381259</id><published>2009-08-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:12:24.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensenada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7HsQxrYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lv_G3U-bVyQ/s1600-h/HPIM1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375955583523466626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7HsQxrYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lv_G3U-bVyQ/s400/HPIM1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensenada Mexico&lt;br /&gt;July 24-July 27&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend of July 24th, the Anderson clan headed to San Diego. We left fairly early friday morning and spent the good part of the day at the San Diego Zoo. The zoo is huge. It beats the Salt Lake Zoo. While there we saw plenty of animals and had a good time. Here for your viewing pleasure here are some of the animals that we enjoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWaobUMGVI/AAAAAAAAAxI/q6mLvgGdi5E/s1600-h/HPIM1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374371749654436178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWaobUMGVI/AAAAAAAAAxI/q6mLvgGdi5E/s400/HPIM1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWbVQiIUHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/X05NCfMCTLk/s1600-h/HPIM1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374372519854231666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWbVQiIUHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/X05NCfMCTLk/s400/HPIM1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWanzFtoaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qd7iEB-M2n0/s1600-h/HPIM1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374371738856300962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWanzFtoaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qd7iEB-M2n0/s400/HPIM1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWao8ReviI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/crjTCWa4cN8/s1600-h/HPIM1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374371758501445154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWao8ReviI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/crjTCWa4cN8/s400/HPIM1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWbW4JunGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vyOpAWUnK-A/s1600-h/HPIM1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374372547669171298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SpWbW4JunGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vyOpAWUnK-A/s400/HPIM1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending the day at the Zoo we decided that it was time to go get on our cruise ship. That was an event in itself seeing that I've never been on a cruise. It wasn't to difficult and we were on the ship within a 1/2 hour (thanks to my inlaws who have the VIP status). The ship was huge. Our bedroom was very nice with it's very own private deck, I personally think we got very spoiled. The ship left the port around 6:00 that night and we were off to Ensenada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7kQQ9CPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/p7pB6964lI8/s1600-h/HPIM1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956074224224498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7kQQ9CPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/p7pB6964lI8/s400/HPIM1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7kPSKNtI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZsEYTwpRGnI/s1600-h/HPIM1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956073960847058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7kPSKNtI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZsEYTwpRGnI/s400/HPIM1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7jl3q_8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/URb9drk-AT8/s1600-h/HPIM1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956062843895746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7jl3q_8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/URb9drk-AT8/s400/HPIM1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the fun day at sea. We ate til our little hearts were content, slept plenty, and Ben even enjoyed the ships mini golf tournament. Sunday we got into Ensenada early and we were off the ship by 10:30 am and spent about five hours in Ensenada doing what I do best, SHOP!!!! I scored some pretty sweet things and liked looking at all of the little stores. Although, it felt like all of the stores had the same thing just at different prices. Ben of course haggled some items and got some sweet deals on all of things he purchased. I didn't have the heart to haggle because they have to live off what they make. It breaks my heart and makes me sad that little children are put in those situations from their parents. I was glad I had my sunglasses on because I might have shed a few tears :( It was neat to be there though and explore and see a new culture. After walking around Ensenada we decided to head back to the ship and eat some grub. You know, since we didn't get enough from the night before or the room service that we had ordered that morning. We ate, and we ate good. Ben ate, ate, ate and ate. Oh yeah, did I mention Ben ate??? Haha! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7HSkPmJI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wMfSsvOdYcw/s1600-h/HPIM1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375955576625797266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7HSkPmJI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wMfSsvOdYcw/s400/HPIM1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps-Mhz7yrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QBoRSnXXhic/s1600-h/HPIM1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps-Mhz7yrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QBoRSnXXhic/s1600-h/HPIM1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375958965152369330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps-Mhz7yrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QBoRSnXXhic/s400/HPIM1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were off the ship way to early and heading to Sea World on Monday morning. I went when I was young with my mom but haven't been back since. It definietly has changed, but change isn't bad it was a good change in this case. We saw Shamu, dolphins, sea lions, you name it we probably saw it. As soon as I knew it we were back in the airplane heading for home. It was a nice quick vacation but something I know both Ben and I needed. Thanks Mom and Dad Anderson for taking us and spoiling us rotten. We Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6910150917691381259?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6910150917691381259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6910150917691381259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6910150917691381259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6910150917691381259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/08/ensenada.html' title='Ensenada'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sps7HsQxrYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lv_G3U-bVyQ/s72-c/HPIM1308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3956444894035588526</id><published>2009-08-25T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:57:58.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What The Hubsters Found!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is right...Ben found the camera plugs. So happy about that. Cruise pictures to come tomorrow!!! I am to tired tonight to put them up and then explain each them. You will also notice that there are no pictures with the fam. Well that is because all of the testosertrone in the family overules the estrogen in the family, and all of the boys say that they would rather have their teeth pulled then have pictures taken. It's true ask my mother in law she'll tell you it's true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3956444894035588526?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3956444894035588526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3956444894035588526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3956444894035588526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3956444894035588526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what-hubsters-found.html' title='Guess What The Hubsters Found!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7047735474528844684</id><published>2009-08-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:43:44.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, Music, Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SonHr1V6f2I/AAAAAAAAAww/H08KOATDcKs/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371043586483322722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SonHr1V6f2I/AAAAAAAAAww/H08KOATDcKs/s400/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music makes things all better and easier too. For instance, when I am cleaning the house the radio has to be turned up so I can jam out while I am cleaning. It makes cleaning easier. If there was a camera in my house while I was cleaning you would see me dancing around, singing out loud, and jamming out to my tunes. There is always a mixture of music that I like to listen too. That is why I have created my playlist for my blog. Feel free to jam out, dance around and sing out loud when looking at our blog :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, if you can guess where the second song on my playlist came from I will give you a surprise. You must tell me who sang it and where I got it from. Try not to cheat and look at the playlist though (that would be considered cheating) . I know that means you have to listen to the first song all the way through, but that's ok you'll survive! First comment gets the prize!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7047735474528844684?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7047735474528844684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7047735474528844684' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7047735474528844684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7047735474528844684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-music-music.html' title='Music, Music, Music'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SonHr1V6f2I/AAAAAAAAAww/H08KOATDcKs/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4791540395952824899</id><published>2009-08-13T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:50:08.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Talk...Better Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SoR8X2CwxbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/f26bE2ERZB4/s1600-h/o2006pulpit_5_2_bedna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369553404818408882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SoR8X2CwxbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/f26bE2ERZB4/s400/o2006pulpit_5_2_bedna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Nothing Shall Offend Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder David A. Bednar Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the strengthening power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, you and I can be blessed to avoid and triumph over offense.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I pray that the Holy Ghost will assist me and you as we review together important gospel principles.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite activities as a priesthood leader is visiting members of the Church in their homes. I especially enjoy calling upon and talking with members who commonly are described as "less active."&lt;br /&gt;During the years I served as a stake president, I often would contact one of the bishops and invite him to prayerfully identify individuals or families we could visit together. Before traveling to a home, the bishop and I would kneel and petition our Heavenly Father for guidance and inspiration, for us and for the members with whom we would meet.&lt;br /&gt;Our visits were quite straightforward. We expressed love and appreciation for the opportunity to be in their home. We affirmed that we were servants of the Lord on His errand to their home. We indicated that we missed and needed them—and that they needed the blessings of the restored gospel. And at some point early in our conversation I often would ask a question like this: "Will you please help us understand why you are not actively participating in the blessings and programs of the Church?"&lt;br /&gt;I made hundreds and hundreds of such visits. Each individual, each family, each home, and each answer was different. Over the years, however, I detected a common theme in many of the answers to my questions. Frequently responses like these were given:&lt;br /&gt;"Several years ago a man said something in Sunday School that offended me, and I have not been back since."&lt;br /&gt;"No one in this branch greeted or reached out to me. I felt like an outsider. I was hurt by the unfriendliness of this branch."&lt;br /&gt;"I did not agree with the counsel the bishop gave me. I will not step foot in that building again as long as he is serving in that position."&lt;br /&gt;Many other causes of offense were cited—from doctrinal differences among adults to taunting, teasing, and excluding by youth. But the recurring theme was: "I was offended by . . . "&lt;br /&gt;The bishop and I would listen intently and sincerely. One of us might next ask about their conversion to and testimony of the restored gospel. As we talked, eyes often were moist with tears as these good people recalled the confirming witness of the Holy Ghost and described their prior spiritual experiences. Most of the "less-active" people I have ever visited had a discernible and tender testimony of the truthfulness of the restored gospel. However, they were not presently participating in Church activities and meetings.&lt;br /&gt;And then I would say something like this. "Let me make sure I understand what has happened to you. Because someone at church offended you, you have not been blessed by the ordinance of the sacrament. You have withdrawn yourself from the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost. Because someone at church offended you, you have cut yourself off from priesthood ordinances and the holy temple. You have discontinued your opportunity to serve others and to learn and grow. And you are leaving barriers that will impede the spiritual progress of your children, your children's children, and the generations that will follow." Many times people would think for a moment and then respond: "I have never thought about it that way."&lt;br /&gt;The bishop and I would then extend an invitation: "Dear friend, we are here today to counsel you that the time to stop being offended is now. Not only do we need you, but you need the blessings of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Please come back—now."&lt;br /&gt;Choose Not to Be Offended&lt;br /&gt;When we believe or say we have been offended, we usually mean we feel insulted, mistreated, snubbed, or disrespected. And certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean-spirited things do occur in our interactions with other people that would allow us to take offense. However, it ultimately is impossible for another person to offend you or to offend me. Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false. To be offended is a choice we make; it is not a condition inflicted or imposed upon us by someone or something else.&lt;br /&gt;In the grand division of all of God's creations, there are things to act and things to be acted upon (see &lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2/13-14#13" target="_blank"&gt;2 Nephi 2:13–14&lt;/a&gt;). As sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father, we have been blessed with the gift of moral agency, the capacity for independent action and choice. Endowed with agency, you and I are agents, and we primarily are to act and not just be acted upon. To believe that someone or something can make us feel offended, angry, hurt, or bitter diminishes our moral agency and transforms us into objects to be acted upon. As agents, however, you and I have the power to act and to choose how we will respond to an offensive or hurtful situation.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas B. Marsh, the first President of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles in this dispensation, elected to take offense over an issue as inconsequential as milk strippings (see Deseret News, Apr. 16, 1856, 44). Brigham Young, on the other hand, was severely and publicly rebuked by the Prophet Joseph Smith, but he chose not to take offense (see Truman G. Madsen, "Hugh B. Brown—Youthful Veteran," New Era, Apr. 1976, 16).&lt;br /&gt;In many instances, choosing to be offended is a symptom of a much deeper and more serious spiritual malady. Thomas B. Marsh allowed himself to be acted upon, and the eventual results were apostasy and misery. Brigham Young was an agent who exercised his agency and acted in accordance with correct principles, and he became a mighty instrument in the hands of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;The Savior is the greatest example of how we should respond to potentially offensive events or situations.&lt;br /&gt;"And the world, because of their iniquity, shall judge him to be a thing of naught; wherefore they scourge him, and he suffereth it; and they smite him, and he suffereth it. Yea, they spit upon him, and he suffereth it, because of his loving kindness and his long-suffering towards the children of men" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/19/9#9" target="_blank"&gt;1 Nephi 19:9&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Through the strengthening power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, you and I can be blessed to avoid and triumph over offense. "Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/ps/119/165#165" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm 119:165&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;A Latter-Day Learning Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;The capacity to conquer offense may seem beyond our reach. This capability, however, is not reserved for or restricted to prominent leaders in the Church like Brigham Young. The very nature of the Redeemer's Atonement and the purpose of the restored Church are intended to help us receive precisely this kind of spiritual strength.&lt;br /&gt;Paul taught the Saints in Ephesus that the Savior established His Church "for the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ:&lt;br /&gt;"Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/eph/4/12-13#12" target="_blank"&gt;Ephesians 4:12–13&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Please note the use of the active word perfecting. As described by Elder Neal A. Maxwell, the Church is not "a well-provisioned rest home for the already perfected" ("&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Ensign/1982.htm/ensign%20may%201982%20.htm/a%20brother%20offended.htm" target="_blank"&gt;A Brother Offended,&lt;/a&gt;" Ensign, May 1982, 38). Rather, the Church is a learning laboratory and a workshop in which we gain experience as we practice on each other in the ongoing process of "perfecting the Saints."&lt;br /&gt;Elder Maxwell also insightfully explained that in this latter-day learning laboratory known as the restored Church, the members constitute the "clinical material" (see "&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Ensign/2001.htm/ensign%20february%202001.htm/jesus%20the%20perfect%20mentor.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Jesus, the Perfect Mentor,&lt;/a&gt;" Ensign, Feb. 2001, 13) that is essential for growth and development. A visiting teacher learns her duty as she serves and loves her Relief Society sisters. An inexperienced teacher learns valuable lessons as he teaches both supportive and inattentive learners and thereby becomes a more effective teacher. And a new bishop learns how to be a bishop through inspiration and by working with ward members who wholeheartedly sustain him, even while recognizing his human frailties.&lt;br /&gt;Understanding that the Church is a learning laboratory helps us to prepare for an inevitable reality. In some way and at some time, someone in this Church will do or say something that could be considered offensive. Such an event will surely happen to each and every one of us—and it certainly will occur more than once. Though people may not intend to injure or offend us, they nonetheless can be inconsiderate and tactless.&lt;br /&gt;You and I cannot control the intentions or behavior of other people. However, we do determine how we will act. Please remember that you and I are agents endowed with moral agency, and we can choose not to be offended.&lt;br /&gt;During a perilous period of war, an exchange of letters occurred between Moroni, the captain of the Nephite armies, and Pahoran, the chief judge and governor of the land. Moroni, whose army was suffering because of inadequate support from the government, wrote to Pahoran "by the way of condemnation" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/60/2#2" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 60:2&lt;/a&gt;) and harshly accused him of thoughtlessness, slothfulness, and neglect. Pahoran might easily have resented Moroni and his message, but he chose not to take offense. Pahoran responded compassionately and described a rebellion against the government about which Moroni was not aware. And then he responded, "Behold, I say unto you, Moroni, that I do not joy in your great afflictions, yea, it grieves my soul. . . . And now, in your epistle you have censured me, but it mattereth not; I am not angry, but do rejoice in the greatness of your heart" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/61/2,9#2" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 61:2, 9&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest indicators of our own spiritual maturity is revealed in how we respond to the weaknesses, the inexperience, and the potentially offensive actions of others. A thing, an event, or an expression may be offensive, but you and I can choose not to be offended—and to say with Pahoran, "it mattereth not."&lt;br /&gt;Two Invitations&lt;br /&gt;I conclude my message with two invitations.&lt;br /&gt;Invitation #1&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to learn about and apply the Savior's teachings about interactions and episodes that can be construed as offensive.&lt;br /&gt;"Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy.&lt;br /&gt;"But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you. . . .&lt;br /&gt;"For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same?&lt;br /&gt;"And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so?&lt;br /&gt;"Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/matt/5/43-44#43" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 5:43–44, 46–48&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the admonition to "be ye therefore perfect" is immediately preceded by counsel about how we should act in response to wrongdoing and offense. Clearly, the rigorous requirements that lead to the perfecting of the Saints include assignments that test and challenge us. If a person says or does something that we consider offensive, our first obligation is to refuse to take offense and then communicate privately, honestly, and directly with that individual. Such an approach invites inspiration from the Holy Ghost and permits misperceptions to be clarified and true intent to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Invitation #2&lt;br /&gt;Many of the individuals and families who most need to hear this message about choosing not to be offended are probably not participating with us in conference today. I suspect all of us are acquainted with members who are staying away from church because they have chosen to take offense—and who would be blessed by coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Will you please prayerfully identify a person with whom you will visit and extend the invitation to once again worship with us? Perhaps you could share a copy of this talk with her or him, or you may prefer to discuss the principles we have reviewed today. And please remember that such a request should be conveyed lovingly and in meekness—and not in a spirit of self-righteous superiority and pride.&lt;br /&gt;As we respond to this invitation with faith in the Savior, I testify and promise that doors will open, our mouths will be filled, the Holy Ghost will bear witness of eternal truth, and the fire of testimony will be rekindled.&lt;br /&gt;As His servant, I echo the words of the Master when He declared, "These things have I spoken unto you, that ye should not be offended" (&lt;a class="featureslink" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/john/16/1#1" target="_blank"&gt;John 16:1&lt;/a&gt;). I witness the reality and divinity of a living Savior and of His power to help us avoid and overcome offense. In the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4791540395952824899?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4791540395952824899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4791540395952824899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4791540395952824899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4791540395952824899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-talkbetter-message.html' title='Great Talk...Better Message'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SoR8X2CwxbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/f26bE2ERZB4/s72-c/o2006pulpit_5_2_bedna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4102987695105520953</id><published>2009-08-11T09:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:58:13.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year, it's still different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SoGhi2VA8mI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YKS_JtFbj7w/s1600-h/gramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368749850873623138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SoGhi2VA8mI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YKS_JtFbj7w/s400/gramps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa, it's been a year. It's crazy to think that you are in heaven walking, laughing and out of pain. We miss you down here terribly. Things aren't the same, but that's ok we get by knowing each day we will see you again. I can still hear your silly laugh every once in a while. That's a memory that I will never forget. It seemed that everytime we were with you you were laughing. I loved that about you, I miss it, and I can't wait to hear it again. Thanks for taking care of us and watching over us this past year, we all know that we needed it. Until we meet again, know that I love you and think about you often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4102987695105520953?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4102987695105520953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4102987695105520953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4102987695105520953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4102987695105520953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/08/it_11.html' title='It&apos;s been a year, it&apos;s still different'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SoGhi2VA8mI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YKS_JtFbj7w/s72-c/gramps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3018867218666536797</id><published>2009-08-03T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:35:55.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still alive</title><content type='html'>I know after our cruise there has been no report about the wonderful getaway, but that's only because our camera plugs are gone. Our camera died on our trip so we got no pictures on Monday. We were lucky enough to get what we got on Sunday in Ensenada. It was a fun trip, even more nice to just get away for a few days. Until our plugs show up I will not blog about it because you just won't get the full effect, sorry. Other than our trip life got back to normal once we got home. I know our life is full of uneventful things, but one of these days I'll find our camera plugs and tell you all about the cruise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3018867218666536797?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3018867218666536797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3018867218666536797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3018867218666536797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3018867218666536797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-still-alive.html' title='We are still alive'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6918016712454774150</id><published>2009-07-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:25:59.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hardly wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SmdnVosP8PI/AAAAAAAAAwY/PbvFvLOuqGM/s1600-h/CARNIVAL_ECSTASY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361367502805790962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SmdnVosP8PI/AAAAAAAAAwY/PbvFvLOuqGM/s400/CARNIVAL_ECSTASY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Smdm33MwHkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/dLYVcllIhlg/s1600-h/carnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two more days! I can hardly wait. I am running around like crazy trying to work, clean the house, and pack for this much needed vacation. Somehow it will all come together and we'll be on our way. I'm sure I'll come back from the cruise looking like a lobster, and about five pounds heavier, but I am totally ok with that. Then I can say that I really lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6918016712454774150?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6918016712454774150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6918016712454774150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6918016712454774150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6918016712454774150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-hardly-wait.html' title='I can hardly wait!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SmdnVosP8PI/AAAAAAAAAwY/PbvFvLOuqGM/s72-c/CARNIVAL_ECSTASY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7177450499903435534</id><published>2009-07-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:40:12.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Conference</title><content type='html'>I am back from Youth Conference. I made it home safely with all of the youth in tack and still together. No injuries or problems. I have lost plenty of sleep, became fatter, but I have been spiritually fed and lifted from Youth Conference. I think that I take alot of things for granted and I finally realized that at Youth Conference during a scripture study session that I desperately needed. This year's Youth Conference theme was "Service" we started the day on Thursday. We headed to a trail here in Ogden to help widen the trail, and make it look a lot better. By the time we were done around 1:30pm the trail looked completely different. The trail master told us that we had done something in four hours that would have taken them two weeks to do. I felt a sense of accomplishment from that comment. I also failed to mention that this service project was done with the St. James Catholic Church. They had three youth show up. One boy, and two girls. The two girls both go to a private Catholic school and this service was the first time they had ever done anything with "Mormons". The boy goes to Ben Lomond and our amazing Youth swept him up and took them as their own. I watched in pure astonishment, they treated him with respect and love. I know I was proud of them, and if they only knew that their Heavenly Father was even more proud of them at that moment. The Reverend asked the 2nd Counselor in the Stake Presidency how we as "mormons" get that many youth out to do such a daunting task. He simply replied we love to serve. The Reverend then told him that there was no way he could ever get so many youth out to do what we had done that day. I was proud of our youth! It was hot, and definitely not an easy task but we got it done, and I felt good about what we accomplished. Friday we had two amazing speakers, team building games, and finished some quilts that will be donated to the NICU, some other group that I can't remember, and possibly the DI for christmas. They told us that the DI goes through quilts and baby blankets like crazy during christmas time. They were not huge acts of service but simple easy one's that didn't take much time with each family working on a blanket. I find that the more time I spend with the Youth the more I am taken back by each of them. They truly are the "chosen generation". I was grateful and honored to spend three days with them. Each individual youth has a presence about them and I strive to be more like them each day because they are so strong. Youth Conference was a neat experience and I am so grateful that I have a job that is willing to work around my schedule so that I can go have fun with the Youth. I am also thankful for Ben. He has to work twice as hard when I am gone at things like things, and he continually tells me to go and that he will take care of everything, and he does and I don't worry while I am gone. I am also grateful for my parents who took the time to teach me the gospel. I can't imagine how hard it is and one day I know Ben and I will be there. I am excited and scared all at the same time. I hope that Ben and I can be half of the examples that my parents, his parents and those parents that have youth in our church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7177450499903435534?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7177450499903435534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7177450499903435534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7177450499903435534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7177450499903435534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-conference.html' title='Youth Conference'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5771551378460569687</id><published>2009-07-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:59:14.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Slq-AvABtzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aIu9U9CkM_M/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357803626536482610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Slq-AvABtzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aIu9U9CkM_M/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't know why I put the picture up...but I just felt like putting it up because I haven't put it on the blog yet. (Picture is from Las Vegas Bowl December 2008 BYU vs Arizona. Obviously this picture is before the game. BYU might has well of just not of played at all because that is really what they did. It was a sad game, but very nice not to have to pay for anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I have had some very uneventful weekends lately. They basically consist of very little rest, cleaning the theatre, working at the theatre, and then church on Sunday. By the time I realize that it is Sunday night (like right now) it's time to start a new week all over again. Where does time go? Ben worked at the theatre Friday night, cleaned the theatre early Saturday morning, and we both worked all day at the theatre Saturday. We headed up to Brigham and were able to relax at my parent's house (the only reason why we were able to relax was because the family was gone to Powell to no one was home, and we had the house all to ourselves which was nice), we cam home late last night. Woke up early this morning to clean, and then headed to church. We then had to head over to the church for an Eagle Court of Honor tonight for one of Ben's Varsity Scout boys (we are both very proud of Trevor for earning the rank of Eagle). Ben has worked with Trevor ever since we moved into the ward and I know that Ben is very proud of Trevor. And here we are late Sunday night...the week starts all over in just a few hours. A few things to make it through the week are....Makai's Birthday party on Wednesday, Youth Conference for me on Thursday thru Saturday, Ben will head up Friday night after work so that we can dance the night away (really, they have square dancing on the agenda for youth conference. I don't know how much the youth will have fun, but I know that Ben and I will have fun :) and the real reason we are going to Youth Conference is because of the yummy food that is planned. The only thing that is getting me through these next few weeks is knowing that in 12 more days I have a cruise to look forward too. Can't wait to do nothing, and let people wait on me hand and foot. I won't even have to clean :) So HAPPY about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5771551378460569687?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5771551378460569687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5771551378460569687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5771551378460569687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5771551378460569687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Slq-AvABtzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aIu9U9CkM_M/s72-c/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4559939968615551217</id><published>2009-07-07T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:48:11.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a good day.</title><content type='html'>It's just been one of those days. I got up early ate some yummy breakfast, worked out, then sat down on my couch to catch Studio 5. As I sat down on my couch I thought, man, this day is great already. Well that was rudely interrupted by Michael Jackson's Funeral. I just wanted to watch Studio 5 since I haven't been able to watch in weeks because of the Tennis matches that are always broadcasted on KSL. Wasn't to happy about that at all, tried to flip through the other channels but everything was about Michael Jackson. Yeah, yeah I know he is a good singer and all of that I actually enjoy most of his songs, but come on. Well I decided to go and get some housework done, took the dog to the park, slowly got ready for work, and I am not sitting at work. It has just been a good day, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July was pretty uneventful for us. I had to work at the theatre at 3 pm so I didn't get to enjoy the 4th like I would have, but that's ok. Ben went up to my parent's house to watch the Nascar Race and didn't get home til late so we just stayed at home. Maybe once we have kids holidays will become more eventful for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4559939968615551217?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4559939968615551217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4559939968615551217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4559939968615551217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4559939968615551217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-good-day.html' title='It&apos;s been a good day.'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-8756118728583981045</id><published>2009-06-30T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:02:39.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicked My Butt!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skqndhbx1NI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Rk0dI_WHUqY/s1600-h/billy_blanks_tae_bo_amped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353275232716182738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skqndhbx1NI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Rk0dI_WHUqY/s400/billy_blanks_tae_bo_amped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been determined lately to exercise more. I am going on a cruise at the end of this month I have to lose some weight so that I can eat more on the cruise :) from what I hear eating is all I will do. Ok, maybe not all I will do, but maybe all Ben will do. He keeps talking about ordering himself a turkey avocado sandwich at 2:30 am. We'll see how that goes over. I am not a good person to wake up at 2:30 am. Just ask Ben, our neighbors wake us up all of the time and I am one onery person when that happens. Anways, onto the real subject of this blog. I went out and bought me Taebo Amped. Let me just tell you that I was SWEATING my guts out. No, literally sweat was dripping down my face and seeping through my workout shirt. It was nasty, but felt oh so good to be working out. I love working out when I do it, and when I am finished working out I feel a sense of accomplishment. If anyone wants a good workout give this a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-8756118728583981045?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/8756118728583981045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=8756118728583981045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8756118728583981045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/8756118728583981045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/kicked-my-butt.html' title='Kicked My Butt!!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skqndhbx1NI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Rk0dI_WHUqY/s72-c/billy_blanks_tae_bo_amped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7868317719448642989</id><published>2009-06-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:07:31.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day at Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC93eeVAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/BYoCRPPwCgw/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352531419016877058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC93eeVAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/BYoCRPPwCgw/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;President Hyer working with the girls.  He helped teach the Orienteering activity to help the girls certify. Oh yeah, he sings the best "Ghost Chicken" song ever!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC9grzQnI/AAAAAAAAAvo/m41WTFGxdRc/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352531412898759282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC9grzQnI/AAAAAAAAAvo/m41WTFGxdRc/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister Cox...I can't say enought about Sister Cox. She was awesome at camp, and helped me out more than anyone knows. She bonded very well with the girls and I was so glad that she got called as my assistant. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC9RKTWYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/685T0_QWITE/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352531408731724162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC9RKTWYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/685T0_QWITE/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Kelsey and Kylie...You two rock! Kylie laughs all of the time, and can always put a smile on my face and Miss Kelsey is someone I admire. She has been through alot in her little lifetime and she still comes out on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kylie is on the left and Kelsey is on the right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgCzFYCKNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8VuselLWII0/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352531233769400530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgCzFYCKNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8VuselLWII0/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAMWORK!!! There is no I in team. We had Unity Buidling games on Thursday and yes, the 6th ward rocked the games once again. This is a great group of girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgCqB71MTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/P7wnT_JLeYs/s1600-h/30.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352531078226981170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgCqB71MTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/P7wnT_JLeYs/s400/30.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken right before the Campfire Program. I loved the shirts this year. They were colored to what year you were at camp. 1st year-yellow, 2nd year-green, 3rd year-pink, 4th year-orange, Youth Leaders-purple, and Leaders-blue. I thought that was way cool. But like I said I might be a little bias. These girls are amazing. There spirits are strong! I have loved serving with these young women for the last couple of years at camp. This year was definitely a new experience and one that I don't think anyone will forget. I love each one of these girls to death. I told them last year that I now know how a mom feels towards her own children because I feel that same love for each of these girl's. Now Obviously since I don't have my own children yet, I don't know but I do know that this love I have for each one of these girl's is unconditional and never ending. I told them whether they were making right or wrong choices I would still love them, and it is true, I would. These girls have changed my life, and I thank my heavenly father everyday for the opportunity I get to serve with the youth of our ward. Once again girls, thanks for making camp great. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3654165027770477977-7868317719448642989?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7868317719448642989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7868317719448642989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7868317719448642989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7868317719448642989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-day-at-camp.html' title='3rd day at Camp'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkgC93eeVAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/BYoCRPPwCgw/s72-c/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3114588794481706939</id><published>2009-06-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:51:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day at CaMp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_D4qamxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/F--jde53GOQ/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352527124368104210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_D4qamxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/F--jde53GOQ/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service Project...We made children's books. The girls really seemed to like this project. Maybe because it didn't really feel like service to them?? I thought it was neat to see each book that each girl created in her own way. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_DmWzgNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/qG7HnbMRxXg/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352527119454011602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_DmWzgNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/qG7HnbMRxXg/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Houghton rocked our socks off for the Stake leaders skit. I think what made it even better was that Bishop Medsker helped out too. It was really funny. All of the girls seemed to like it, I know that I was impressed with Sister Houghton's mad singing and dancing skills. Thanks for being such great stake leaders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_DQBt6BI/AAAAAAAAAug/QRI-L1Bu0Bk/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352527113459984402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_DQBt6BI/AAAAAAAAAug/QRI-L1Bu0Bk/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOM-BOOM FIRE POWER!!! Our skit this year was the story of Abinadi. Thanks to Sister Cox who put it together and helped out with it so much. The girls did a wonderful job, and seemed to enjoy putting their acting skills to use. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_DOadDUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lCauTDYl7jk/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352527113026866498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_DOadDUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lCauTDYl7jk/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-IlAuZeI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/F9sao1Aj2dA/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Thanks to the hubby for always being the priesthood leader up at camp while I have been the camp director. He is a great guy. I know I am lucky :) he even topped the night off with AWESOME peach cobbler. I love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-IZNzoNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/HU2V7sxQIS0/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352526102314328274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-IZNzoNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/HU2V7sxQIS0/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent Waterfall that we hiked to. It was totally worth it. Especially watching Sister Scheer slide down the hill on her butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough Katelyn and Rachael. You did it! Great job girls!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-H0je9RI/AAAAAAAAAt4/aMYaMpNMNHY/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352526092473136402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-H0je9RI/AAAAAAAAAt4/aMYaMpNMNHY/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-ID4drcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/YyMl_aDi18I/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352526096587664834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf-ID4drcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/YyMl_aDi18I/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rock! We made it to the waterfall with no injuries. It was great that it was not 95 degrees a little rain and overcast. It was a great hike!! Look, we are still smiling :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3114588794481706939?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3114588794481706939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3114588794481706939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3114588794481706939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3114588794481706939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-day-at-camp.html' title='2nd Day at CaMp'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf_D4qamxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/F--jde53GOQ/s72-c/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-926371071736937694</id><published>2009-06-28T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:53:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Girl's CaMp</title><content type='html'>First day of CaMp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352522127526063698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf6hB-b7lI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4_wSD1mY3B4/s400/38.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the PlEtHoRa of pictures from Girl's Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5iNMj1eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/huhkJjh2mNo/s1600-h/37.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521048206333410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5iNMj1eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/huhkJjh2mNo/s400/37.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5iNMj1eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/huhkJjh2mNo/s1600-h/37.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be a little bias but these are the BeSt Young Women EVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5h8No5nI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dSucX-TUdwE/s1600-h/65.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521043647456882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5h8No5nI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dSucX-TUdwE/s400/65.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf60DEib7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ZxavU8hkXVI/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AwEsOmE LADIES that I have the priveledge to serve with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf7cnoY-VI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IuaWcz87tcY/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352523151246424402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf7cnoY-VI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IuaWcz87tcY/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf84asoHFI/AAAAAAAAAto/cgTRzc34cIg/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352524728322497618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf84asoHFI/AAAAAAAAAto/cgTRzc34cIg/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet CUTE Jasmine. She is the sweetest little thing. She would randomly come up and give you a hug. I loved it, because it seemed that she knew when I needed that extra love. I LoVeD having her at camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5hsl9dzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/GLR8lHivQ_A/s1600-h/36.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352521039454500658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf5hsl9dzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/GLR8lHivQ_A/s400/36.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little CrAzY at camp. The Girl's LOVE it when I play "ride that pony" with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf60DEib7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ZxavU8hkXVI/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3654165027770477977-926371071736937694?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/926371071736937694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=926371071736937694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/926371071736937694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/926371071736937694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-girls-camp.html' title='First day of Girl&apos;s CaMp'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Skf6hB-b7lI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4_wSD1mY3B4/s72-c/38.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-753966875345911633</id><published>2009-06-25T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:09:42.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkPOb19k_nI/AAAAAAAAAqo/g5tUN-RWe6E/s1600-h/oquirrh_mountain_lds_mormon_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351347759983427186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkPOb19k_nI/AAAAAAAAAqo/g5tUN-RWe6E/s400/oquirrh_mountain_lds_mormon_temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't done a Thankful Thursday in a LONG time so this could count as that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Ben and I had the opportunity to go with our mutual group to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House. What a neat experience it was. Temples are always beatiuful, but for me this was an exceptionally beautiful temple. It wasn't big, or flashy it was simple and small. Those are the things that I love the most. It was good to feel the spirit in the temple, it was even more of an experience to go to the temple with my eternal companion. It reminded that we are going to be with each other throughout eternity, and for that I am grateful. I am truly blessed to have the eternal companion that I do. To this day, I don't know how I got so lucky? We were watching a video before we got into the temple and Elder Holland was talking about heaven and he said something that made a big impression on me. He said I can't imagine heaven without my wife and kids. He said that it wouldn't be heaven without them. How much that simple phrased weighed in on my mind. It is so true. Heaven won't be the same without Ben, our children, and yes, even our dog Cherokee. Going inside the temple made this statement even more impressive to me. Temples are the House of the Lord, and if the temples are anything like heaven I want to be there with my family. Not just Ben and my children. I want my parents, ben's parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends there with us too. I want to strive harder to be a better latter day saint, a leader, a wife, a mother, a daughter, and a friend to all so that I can be in heaven with those that I love. It amazes me that the Lord works differently in all of us. My experience was different than Ben's, and others that attended. It was something I needed. My spirit has been feeling low, and not wanted, the temple experience for me was what I have needed. How truly blessed we are to have the Gospel in our lives, and the House of the Lord here on this short journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-753966875345911633?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/753966875345911633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=753966875345911633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/753966875345911633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/753966875345911633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-grateful.html' title='Extremely Grateful'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SkPOb19k_nI/AAAAAAAAAqo/g5tUN-RWe6E/s72-c/oquirrh_mountain_lds_mormon_temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2185255016570272108</id><published>2009-06-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:35:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Barely Survived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3UZ8jOEjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/suFyfyD8spA/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349665474601685554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3UZ8jOEjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/suFyfyD8spA/s400/Girl%27s+Camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am home from camp and this is how I feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIRED, EXHAUSTED, BEAT, BURNT-OUT, DRAINED, SLEEPY, WEAK, WARN-OUT....AND ANY OTHER WORD THAT MAY COME TO YOUR MIND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a very different experience. Some great, good, exciting, and new things that all happened at camp and there were times that were frusterating, bad, and discouraging times as well. I am happy to report though that the good outway the bad by miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for the opportunity I get to serve with these wonderful young women. I get to see them on a whole new level at camp. If you've been to Girls Camp you know what I mean, if you haven't I encourage you to find out. It is simply amazing what these girls are like when they are away from family, church on Sunday, and mid-week activities on Wednesdays. Not going to say much more because I need to get some sleep, but once I get my camera to load all of the pictures onto the computer I will get some fun pictures up. So until then you'll just have to wait...but at least you know that I survived all of the wet, rainy, muddy weather that camp brought this year. Here is a sneak peek of camp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3TySuvp2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OetCN5VExiI/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349664793360836450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3TySuvp2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OetCN5VExiI/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3TyAtijZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/zqvsZPK51Bk/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349664788523945362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3TyAtijZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/zqvsZPK51Bk/s400/Girl%27s+Camp+2009+068.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/3654165027770477977-2185255016570272108?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2185255016570272108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2185255016570272108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2185255016570272108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2185255016570272108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-barely-survived.html' title='Just Barely Survived...'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/Sj3UZ8jOEjI/AAAAAAAAAqg/suFyfyD8spA/s72-c/Girl%27s+Camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6550134393046013904</id><published>2009-06-01T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:49:16.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Here is it 2:42 am. I can't sleep thanks to Mountain Alarm. Who called me at 2:00 am telling me that the alarm was going off at the theatre. I was caught off guard, like most people would be if they were woken up at 2:00 am that I forgot to ask one important question. So, since the phone call I have been awake and started thinking about Girl's Camp. So now I am here on my computer at 2:45 am stressing about camp.I have to just continually remind myself that I survived last year and the girl's still like me, I'm pretty sure I can do it again this year.  And so it begins... 16 more days. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiOVUiBxGdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4zq-CBO1840/s1600-h/Camp+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342277762955680210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiOVUiBxGdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4zq-CBO1840/s400/Camp+007.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;GIRL'S CAMP 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Let me remind you that this was the last full day at camp, We all look pretty bad, but we are still smiling which is always a plus!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-6550134393046013904?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6550134393046013904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6550134393046013904' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6550134393046013904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6550134393046013904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiOVUiBxGdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4zq-CBO1840/s72-c/Camp+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-5492785417868186982</id><published>2009-05-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:31:23.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>NEW TWILIGHT TRAILER!!!!! FREAKING AMAZING. I AM SO SO SO EXCITED. JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW I'M NOT A JACOB FAN, BUT HE LOOKS DANG GOOD!!!! ALSO, I HAVE JUST DECIDED THAT KRISTEN STEWART IS NOT A VERY GOOD ACTRESS. THAT'S ALL GO WATCH THIS RIGHT NOW. K!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/trailerpark"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/trailerpark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-5492785417868186982?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/5492785417868186982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=5492785417868186982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5492785417868186982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/5492785417868186982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-guacamole.html' title='HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3392106488826978565</id><published>2009-05-31T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:38:18.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's growing up...and I don't like it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMZ5ANpDsI/AAAAAAAAApw/FfPgfM8QVqM/s1600-h/HPIM1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342142050091994818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMZ5ANpDsI/AAAAAAAAApw/FfPgfM8QVqM/s400/HPIM1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little sister Shelby graduated from seminary on Thursday night. I am so proud of this little girl. Ok, she's not so little anymore since she's graduating this wednesday but she'll always be my little sister :) She is a good example to be, and still is the peacemaker in my parent's home. I always look up to her for that. She is willing to help anyone in need, she is a good friend, and she always knows how to make me laugh. She has a bright future in store for her, and I am happy that she going to come and live with Ben and I, so that she can go to school at Weber State. We've already got plans to do some fun things together. Oh yes, in true Ben fashion...He is in the background making a face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3392106488826978565?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3392106488826978565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3392106488826978565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3392106488826978565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3392106488826978565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-growing-upand-i-dont-like-it.html' title='She&apos;s growing up...and I don&apos;t like it!!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMZ5ANpDsI/AAAAAAAAApw/FfPgfM8QVqM/s72-c/HPIM1083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-3103094324734345668</id><published>2009-05-31T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:39:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...I do pay for movies. Well, once in a while :)</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, and how could I forget this lovely story about Arizona ... Jill and I went to the movie Friday night. I know your all in shock!! I actually paid for a movie. So, the next time ANYONE ever complains about the prices at the movie theatre I will tell them.."At least you didn't pay $9.75 like I did to go and see a movie! I literally wanted to cry when I was paying for my ticket. Luckily we saw Angels and Demons which I liked. If I wouldn't have liked it I would have been even more pissed that I paid that much for the movie. I also then had to get some treats like most movie goers do. Got a pretty big drink, and some reeses pieces also paid $9.58 for that. So, for one person to go to the movie it cost about $20. That's ridiculous!! Oh yeah one more thing. POSTED as plain as day… PLEASE NO OUTSIDE FOOR OR DRINK (I almost took a picture of it, to prove it)&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; people not ALL movie theatres allow your water containers, drinks or food to come into the movie theatre. So next time anyone &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; complains about Walker Cinemas prices or the fact that we don’t allow you to bring your water bottle or food in I might just have to slap you!!!!!! You’ve been warned :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-3103094324734345668?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/3103094324734345668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=3103094324734345668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3103094324734345668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/3103094324734345668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-so-you-knowi-pay-for-movie.html' title='Just so you know...I do pay for movies. Well, once in a while :)'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-6158093043885312309</id><published>2009-05-31T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:42:35.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRuty5oqI/AAAAAAAAApg/sfsckxkU_pw/s1600-h/HPIM1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342133077256282786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRuty5oqI/AAAAAAAAApg/sfsckxkU_pw/s400/HPIM1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac Eubanks. So cute! I love when babies cry. It is just so adorable, ok not all of the time but in this case it was. I got to hold him alot, which also didn't help the baby hungry thing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annalyn is so cute as well! She was my little buddy the whole time. She was so fun to be around. We read stories together, played in the water fountains together and just all around had a good time. Annalyn makes me want to have a child even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRuGYz4FI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iiDKjhYSxs0/s1600-h/HPIM1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342133066677870674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRuGYz4FI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iiDKjhYSxs0/s400/HPIM1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRubPdb9I/AAAAAAAAApY/ggFQPwOVLbs/s1600-h/HPIM1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342133072275795922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRubPdb9I/AAAAAAAAApY/ggFQPwOVLbs/s400/HPIM1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I headed to Arizona to see my old roommate Jill and her cute family. I felt so bad for Jill. She had to get surgery the day before I came and she still had the energy to entertain her friend. I flew out Wednesday, and got to Arizona later that night. This was a big deal to me. I have never flown by myself, a little scary but I did it, I was proud of myself :) Thursday we ventured out (by the way, I had to drive because Jill was still on some medication. So it was a very brave weekend for me...flying by myself, and driving in a different state...SCARY, but I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it!!)to a candy factory. I pretty much was in heaven the whole time while there. If you know me, and the comments Ben always makes I am a "sugar-a-holic." Friday we headed to the temple in Mesa. It was a neat experience to walk around the temple grounds and the visitor center. I always feel the spirit while I am at the temple even if I am on the temple grounds. Saturday, I had to head home. I was sad to go home. I miss Jill so much. Umm...Jill, why didn't we get a picture together? Thanks Eubanks family for letting me come and see your cute family. I miss you all so much! Ben and I will come back together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRu-7-LMI/AAAAAAAAApo/gvZiYqtY3TA/s1600-h/HPIM1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342133081857731778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRu-7-LMI/AAAAAAAAApo/gvZiYqtY3TA/s400/HPIM1072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRu-7-LMI/AAAAAAAAApo/gvZiYqtY3TA/s1600-h/HPIM1072.jpg"&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/3654165027770477977-6158093043885312309?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/6158093043885312309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=6158093043885312309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6158093043885312309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/6158093043885312309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-arizona.html' title='All About Arizona'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMRuty5oqI/AAAAAAAAApg/sfsckxkU_pw/s72-c/HPIM1076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-4382395427629020786</id><published>2009-05-31T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:23:04.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPPOeqGfI/AAAAAAAAAow/8N8pOAwBN3w/s1600-h/HPIM1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342130337250679282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPPOeqGfI/AAAAAAAAAow/8N8pOAwBN3w/s400/HPIM1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I am totally slacking in the blogging world. So this is why I will be posting at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blogs today. I don’t have much to do since Ben is at work and I need to update my blog for my own piece of mind so that our future generation will know that we actually do have somewhat of a life. I finally am getting around to blogging about St. George. By far, this was the best thing that we saw in St. George...Umm...can I get some Ice Cold Ice? We went to St. George with my cousin Megann and her husband Mitch over Mother’s Day weekend. We had a ton of fun! We left Thursday afternoon, we had to stop and get some dinner in Nephi. Oh boy, was that an experience! We had to get a printo (I mean Pinto) bean burrito and some catsup packets. Ok, only Megann and Mitch would get that. It is something that you just had to be there for. We stayed at Mitch’s aunts condo and we are thankful to her for letting us stay there and save money. Our main reason to go there was to see Brian Regan. On Friday, we headed to the St. George temple Friday morning and that was a neat experience for myself. Lounged around and played at the pool that night as well. On Saturday Mitch and Megann went bike riding early in the morning, and then we headed out to go shotgun shooting. That was a fun experience for me. That was my first time shooting. Ben and I will have to go again sometime. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPPfniVGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9QQ9ZbjrL44/s1600-h/HPIM1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342130341851321442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPPfniVGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9QQ9ZbjrL44/s400/HPIM1053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed to Tuachan after a yummy dinner at Texas Roadhouse. I had never been there before. It is so beautiful there. I don’t know why I’ve never been there before. I think we might venture down south more often. Brian Regan was hilarious! I never stopped laughing. My favorite was when he started talking about being hero. I seriously thought I was going to bust a gut. It was so funny. I also love rate your pain…so hilarious! Sunday we headed back to the real world. Didn’t love that part so much, but we survived coming home. We also got home in time to see our mom’s for Mother’s Day which is always good because our mom’s do so much for both of us. Thanks again Mitch and Megann for the fun weekend. We &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPO_aph7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/72Dr381uUaI/s1600-h/HPIM1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342130333207332786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPO_aph7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/72Dr381uUaI/s400/HPIM1049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will miss you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;much while you are in Tennessee. We do know that Mitch will do awesome in Physical Therapy school though. We’ll come see you soon. We know that there is a lot to see in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMQa6La6HI/AAAAAAAAApA/CvBmgT9RtXw/s1600-h/HPIM1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342131637471340658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMQa6La6HI/AAAAAAAAApA/CvBmgT9RtXw/s400/HPIM1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMQbH9cERI/AAAAAAAAApI/54Z6LnUph4g/s1600-h/HPIM1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342131641170792722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMQbH9cERI/AAAAAAAAApI/54Z6LnUph4g/s400/HPIM1056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. Emily, Sorry we didn't come see you. I did think about you while I was down South. Does that count? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Gaylene I don't know when I'll get around to the forever ago California trip. Since we took my mom's camera I am having difficulty getting them onto our computer. Sorry :) Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-4382395427629020786?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/4382395427629020786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=4382395427629020786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4382395427629020786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/4382395427629020786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-am-totally-slacking-in.html' title='Sunny St. George'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/SiMPPOeqGfI/AAAAAAAAAow/8N8pOAwBN3w/s72-c/HPIM1048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2479076210168176197</id><published>2009-05-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:51:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things</title><content type='html'>8 THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-THE GOSPEL&lt;br /&gt;2-MY HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;3-KIDS&lt;br /&gt;4-FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;5-CHEROKEE&lt;br /&gt;6- FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;7-THE BEACH&lt;br /&gt;8-VACATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I DID TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-ATE A YUMMY DISH&lt;br /&gt;2-HUNGOUT WITH SOME GREAT FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;3-PLAYED WITH THE CUTEST LITTLE ONES EVER&lt;br /&gt;4-FLEW HOME FROM PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;5-HAD GREAT MEXICAN FOOD FROM OUR FAVORITE MEXICAN RESTAURANT IN SLC&lt;br /&gt;6-SMOOCHED THE HUBBY!&lt;br /&gt;7-PLAYED FETCH WITH CHEROKEE&lt;br /&gt;8-SPENT THE REMAINDER OF THE NIGHT WITH BEN AND CHEROKEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I WISH I COULD DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-TRAVEL MORE&lt;br /&gt;2-BE HEALTHIER&lt;br /&gt;3-PLAPLAY THE PIANO...PERIOD!&lt;br /&gt;4-FINISH THE YARD COMPLETLY&lt;br /&gt;5-FINISH THE BASEMENT&lt;br /&gt;6- HAVE KIDS&lt;br /&gt;7-GO TO HAWAII&lt;br /&gt;8-SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 PEOPLE I'VE TAGGED:&lt;br /&gt;BRANDIE, NICOLE, JENNI, BRYN, TIFFANY WEST, AND WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2479076210168176197?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2479076210168176197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2479076210168176197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2479076210168176197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2479076210168176197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1781185689069918634</id><published>2009-05-19T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:54:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know, I know!!!</title><content type='html'>I am totally lacking in the blogging department. Haven't felt to hot since the wisdom teeth pulling (SHOUTOUT: to everyone that called or text me after surgery) Heading to Arizona tomorrow to go and see Jill (I AM SUPER EXCITED, can u tell? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully once I get this trip out of the way I will blog some more. I also have had no patience for my pictures to magically download onto our computer (What's up with that??) Ok, I know I am being plain lazy and boring but maybe this will brighten up your day. I know it brightened mine right up!!!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/ShNh6BVQHBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/h-VZbcAtVEE/s1600-h/6a00d8341c630a53ef01156fa08b62970c-400wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337717632782048274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/ShNh6BVQHBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/h-VZbcAtVEE/s400/6a00d8341c630a53ef01156fa08b62970c-400wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Nicole!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1781185689069918634?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1781185689069918634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1781185689069918634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1781185689069918634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1781185689069918634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know, I know!!!'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXKk-DJwGF0/ShNh6BVQHBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/h-VZbcAtVEE/s72-c/6a00d8341c630a53ef01156fa08b62970c-400wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-2088321173324315871</id><published>2009-05-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:50:42.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>After coming home from St. George life started back up for Ben and I. We have been busy like ususal, and I haven't had the time to post about St. George. I will post pictures and tell you all about it once I get feeling up to it. Hopefully by the end of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-2088321173324315871?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/2088321173324315871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=2088321173324315871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2088321173324315871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/2088321173324315871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-coming-soon.html' title='Update Coming Soon'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7198191218227182806</id><published>2009-05-04T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:54:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ben,</title><content type='html'>Seeing that it is Mother's Day this Sunday, or my birthday is in August, or the fact that our wedding anniversary will be here again before we know it, there is something that I want. You see, I babysit two kids all day long I have found that my wedding ring scratches the heck out of them when I am getting the kids dressed, tickling them, or changing a diaper. I need or actually I (WANT) a ring that won't scratch the heck out of our children when I am doing those things that were mentioned above. Now don't think that you are going to have to go and spend thousands of dollars, because that's not what I want. Something small, but elegant. Something less expensive, but not dirt cheap. Are you catching my drift? Oh, and I know you are thinking..."Well isn't your promise ring, good enough?" Why, yes it is, but that also reminds me of the time that we weren't married. Not that that wasn't great times too. But...Marriage has been the MOST UNFORGETTABLE, CRAZIEST, BUSIEST, LOVEABLE TIME OF MY LIFE!! That's what I want this ring to represent. (Representation of kids too, but that might be a few years down the road, but that can be the purpose behind this ring too.)&lt;br /&gt;I have complete trust in you. I know you will pick out the PERFECT ring. You did it with the promise ring, the engagement ring, and the wedding band.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife&lt;br /&gt;P.S....I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7198191218227182806?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7198191218227182806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7198191218227182806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7198191218227182806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7198191218227182806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-ben.html' title='Dear Ben,'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-1637471255927926622</id><published>2009-04-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:46:29.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with a Three Year Old</title><content type='html'>Here is the latest conversation that Shaylea and I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaylea says..."Kori, when are you getting a kid?"&lt;br /&gt;KoriAnn says..."When I get pregnant then I'll have a kid. There&lt;br /&gt;                             is something wrong because I can't pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Shaylea says..."Maybe Ben breaks the rules, so you can't get pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;That was the highlight of my day today. I laughed for a good ten mintues&lt;br /&gt;about that one.&lt;br /&gt;We were outside playing later today and she said to me...&lt;br /&gt;"Kori, there is a freaking bug!"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I need to stop saying FREAKING! At this age she is&lt;br /&gt;like a sponge and soaks up everything I say. OOPS!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-1637471255927926622?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/1637471255927926622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=1637471255927926622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1637471255927926622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/1637471255927926622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation-with-three-year-old.html' title='Conversation with a Three Year Old'/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654165027770477977.post-7202581031989029153</id><published>2009-04-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:25:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;STUPID JAZZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654165027770477977-7202581031989029153?l=benandkoriann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/feeds/7202581031989029153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654165027770477977&amp;postID=7202581031989029153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7202581031989029153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654165027770477977/posts/default/7202581031989029153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandkoriann.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-jazz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben, KoriAnn &amp;amp; Brighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017610114966950984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVZFOx_ysQ/TukaVAvHYcI/AAAAAAAABEc/RfQmsjNBoiI/s220/2011%2B065.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
