<?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-7467992822888160218</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:49:41.358-07:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='daddy'/><category term='animals'/><category term='people'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='kitties'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='places'/><category term='camera'/><category term='movies'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='golf'/><category term='bryson'/><category term='food'/><category term='Family'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='sports'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='nature'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Bodie'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>Bryson's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is Bryson's space. All the pictures you see were taken by Bryson and all the words are from his mouth and then typed with my hands. - Bryson's Mommy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-89368695721527906</id><published>2010-09-22T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:23:45.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>How to Make a Paper Airplane by Bryson</title><content type='html'>&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOslhd4HI/AAAAAAAAEjc/ucS0pou2tpo/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOslhd4HI/AAAAAAAAEjc/ucS0pou2tpo/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 1: you got to fold it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOuRMWsHI/AAAAAAAAEjk/mPfsGqHbSKk/s1600/IMG_0311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOuRMWsHI/AAAAAAAAEjk/mPfsGqHbSKk/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOvjEatSI/AAAAAAAAEjs/EtqvC3JUCx8/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOvjEatSI/AAAAAAAAEjs/EtqvC3JUCx8/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step2: fold it again&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOww99XFI/AAAAAAAAEj0/WvilsCnzVss/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOww99XFI/AAAAAAAAEj0/WvilsCnzVss/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 3: you got to fold it again. fold it like this now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOyCEZQ2I/AAAAAAAAEj8/hmj6B-odJko/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOyCEZQ2I/AAAAAAAAEj8/hmj6B-odJko/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 4: fold the ears. now make the ears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOzQh04dI/AAAAAAAAEkE/R4VgprZTTFA/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOzQh04dI/AAAAAAAAEkE/R4VgprZTTFA/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 5: make the ears like this&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqO0_symqI/AAAAAAAAEkM/Gh3mbLleQwo/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqO0_symqI/AAAAAAAAEkM/Gh3mbLleQwo/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 6: fold the other ear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqO2IfCXpI/AAAAAAAAEkU/XQEayJ1N_R4/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqO2IfCXpI/AAAAAAAAEkU/XQEayJ1N_R4/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now We're Done!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqPlFse51I/AAAAAAAAEkc/Ve7lFxAosZ8/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqPlFse51I/AAAAAAAAEkc/Ve7lFxAosZ8/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now fly your airplane! You got to make them good like this. i like them because you get to make them and they fly. like you throw them and they fly like that. most awesome things. most most most awesome thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they fly good. and they are most important to make. they are very hard to make. Miss Lizzy makes these ones and they fly good....like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-89368695721527906?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/89368695721527906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-make-paper-airplane-by-bryson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/89368695721527906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/89368695721527906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-make-paper-airplane-by-bryson.html' title='How to Make a Paper Airplane by Bryson'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TJqOslhd4HI/AAAAAAAAEjc/ucS0pou2tpo/s72-c/IMG_0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-2734828501655373742</id><published>2010-06-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:16:56.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>cool outfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TA8Gwki0g1I/AAAAAAAADes/boGolilbufo/s1600/brysons+cool+outfit+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TA8Gwki0g1I/AAAAAAAADes/boGolilbufo/s400/brysons+cool+outfit+002.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mom i like doing poses and stuff. and i like playing with asher. but i do like doing poses. i think i like doing smiles better. i think i like doing smiles better. and i like painting stuff. and i like those shorts and stuff. and i like my shirt, and i like my vest and i like everything in my house. even i like asher...even i like ella jayne. (why did you pick out that outfit?) because i like that outfit. cause it matched and stuff thats why. thats all. (what matched?) the shirt did. (with what?) with my unner shirt. remember those yellow polkadots? thats what im saying. (anything else?) nope. after i am done eating dinner i'll talk about it? think so, mom? think i should do it? (whatever you want, baby) after im done eating dinner could i do this more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-2734828501655373742?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2734828501655373742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-outfit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2734828501655373742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2734828501655373742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-outfit.html' title='cool outfit'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/TA8Gwki0g1I/AAAAAAAADes/boGolilbufo/s72-c/brysons+cool+outfit+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-4946426830086657631</id><published>2010-05-04T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:23:00.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>rattlesnakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S-BWKBxPgeI/AAAAAAAACj0/6WZWSiTdl88/s1600/IMG_7238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S-BWKBxPgeI/AAAAAAAACj0/6WZWSiTdl88/s320/IMG_7238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S-BWFMJyKnI/AAAAAAAACjs/6aeXe-bpYuM/s1600/rattlesnake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S-BWFMJyKnI/AAAAAAAACjs/6aeXe-bpYuM/s320/rattlesnake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do B because i like rattlesnakesb&amp;nbsp; . i want to z. k now i like going here because there were a lot of rattlesnakes. i wish we could go up a mountain. i wish we could climb on it. even i havent eat lunch. did you hear me? i never ate lunch. why do i never eat lunch when i go here? and mom i like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom when we were riding our bikes on the trail we saw 2 rattlesnakes. they looked like brown and stingers. are they stingers? (no) could they hurt you? (yes) if they bite you will you still be alive? (you have to go to the hospital so they can give you medicine) ohhhhh....ohhhh...wait but how will they get it back on? will they give me a robot thing? like a robot elbow? if i get bite-en by them will they give me a robot elbow or will they sew it back on? (it would just be tiny teeth holes) oh...like this (pinches himself) (yes sorta) hahahahaha. well....i dont want to get hurt. mom know what? i never want to get bite by a rattlesnake. every day you see a rattlesnake you gotta get your jeans on. you gotta get your jeans on when you see rattlesnakes. thats all i want to say mom. and im hungry. and can i eat a rattlesnake? (sure - some people do) wait...but we have to cook a rattlesnake. i gotta taste one. can i have a rattlesnake for lunch? (sorry they dont have them at the grocery store) why dont we? why dont we? i like going here cause i really like riding our bikes. i really really do. but why is there rattlesnakes there? (cause that&amp;nbsp; is their home) oh cause they like to hide there. i like that. i like riding our bikes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-4946426830086657631?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4946426830086657631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/05/rattlesnakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4946426830086657631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4946426830086657631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/05/rattlesnakes.html' title='rattlesnakes'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S-BWKBxPgeI/AAAAAAAACj0/6WZWSiTdl88/s72-c/IMG_7238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-8604311997687775982</id><published>2010-04-29T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:23:25.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>madrona marsh</title><content type='html'>i looked at red ants. i like the red ants, but ants dont bite...wait...only red ones bite? but the little tiny black ones dont bite? (right) and the red ants do bite. do they? yeah. they do. there could be some more red ants because only they live in this place because they like to be in holes and stuff. and gophers love to be in holes. do gophers be in holes? (yes) they do. and gophers lay little tiny eggs, do they? (no) but i thought every animal lays eggs? (mammals dont) we dont. only animals lay eggs. but some dont. mom...know what? i want to do the B because i am gunna say this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tell me about where we went) i like going here. i want to go here again. i would like to go here when its sunny. could we? when will you be watching me? when we wake up? (yes) and we could go here could we? (not tomorrow) why? (because we are going somewhere else tomorrow?) i like about the place that there were swamps and stuff. what other animals live in swamps? birdies. frogs. (good job!) i like going here because there are a lot of bugs and red ants. and i even love the thorns. when daddy watches me could you tell him the street to go here? no...he could already know how to go here with his navigator! his phone is a navigator! i love going here. that is all i want to say.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S9o_G2vNLRI/AAAAAAAACbA/9JMVJQqwCu4/s1600/IMG_7085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S9o_G2vNLRI/AAAAAAAACbA/9JMVJQqwCu4/s320/IMG_7085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7467992822888160218-8604311997687775982?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8604311997687775982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/madrona-marsh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8604311997687775982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8604311997687775982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/madrona-marsh.html' title='madrona marsh'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S9o_G2vNLRI/AAAAAAAACbA/9JMVJQqwCu4/s72-c/IMG_7085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-8110970921456310765</id><published>2010-04-10T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:15:16.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>the golf cymbal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S8CxKxAmZoI/AAAAAAAACRM/Vlqy5oeQwa4/s1600/BRYSON+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S8CxKxAmZoI/AAAAAAAACRM/Vlqy5oeQwa4/s320/BRYSON+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'll type mom. i'll type. (no...i'll do it thanks) do K then R then Y and where is O? and then O. oh i love daddy but i dont really like going to my golf class, but i do cause it is good. i want asher to see this. bodie clapped with his hands. i like going golf with daddy, but i dont like doing bad swings. but i do like just doing good stuff. K i like this day. i like this day when i do this. what i am doing. and i like guns and nerf guns. i want a BB gun but i cant have a BB gun. my mom wont let me have one. uncle jake is just messes me up. look at all the histories we did on the golf course the last day. long day. yeah...this hit is good. i did good hits on this thing when i am good at golf. i am really good at golf, but not really. that is all i want to say and mom, i am done with this. mom i am done. mom i said i am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-8110970921456310765?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8110970921456310765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/golf-cymbal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8110970921456310765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8110970921456310765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/golf-cymbal.html' title='the golf cymbal'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S8CxKxAmZoI/AAAAAAAACRM/Vlqy5oeQwa4/s72-c/BRYSON+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-2029467315093556515</id><published>2010-03-04T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:47:31.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>chitty chitty bang bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S4_UKgXT-pI/AAAAAAAAB-A/EctoiduRdeY/s1600-h/dland+bryson+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S4_UKgXT-pI/AAAAAAAAB-A/EctoiduRdeY/s320/dland+bryson+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dont think i want to do it. i just want to look at the pictures. (singing) chitty chitty bang bang chitty chitty bang bang. oh. it just was a song...i dont think you write songs...chitty chitty bang bang chitty chitty bang bang i love you.chitty chity bang bang i love you. (what is the movie about?) a flying car. chitty chitty bang bang. it has wings. dog whistles and dogs got everywhere. im not gunna write all of it. (what was your favorite part?) uhhhh i dunno. oppoop bbbbbbbbbbbbbggggggghjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjkllko987 (stop) did i write chitty chitty bang bang? (no but you did write poop) hahahahahaaha i wrote POOP? does that spell poop? mnn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mz pobbxunlb. njjlhjj=k=kk-hkhkjg (stop! anything else?) chitty chitty bang bang i love you (repeated like 20 times) its just a song you are gunna write...no...nothing else. i like this movie because its cool with the flying car. i want to fly in a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-2029467315093556515?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2029467315093556515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/chitty-chitty-bang-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2029467315093556515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2029467315093556515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/chitty-chitty-bang-bang.html' title='chitty chitty bang bang'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S4_UKgXT-pI/AAAAAAAAB-A/EctoiduRdeY/s72-c/dland+bryson+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-8198156195260704789</id><published>2010-02-20T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:12:19.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Uncle Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S4AWv7lMA0I/AAAAAAAAB6I/wnpIy1qjlHI/s1600-h/barnes+in+town+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S4AWv7lMA0I/AAAAAAAAB6I/wnpIy1qjlHI/s320/barnes+in+town+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;mom you do it...i dont know how to write blogs. what do you want it to say? (whatever you want) i wanted to say i love going to uncle Jake's house. and i love playing with Buddy's guns and his legos and stuff, but he doesnt let me play with his legos. but i do like his legos. i wanted to but he doesnt let me. thats why i wanted to because he just doesnt let me. thats all about uncle Jake thats all i want to say. i love playing with buddy's toys and i love playing with Hopey and i love Katie. she doesnt do anything. she just chills. she does nothing. thats all i want to say. hes not the greatest mom. hes not the greatest. no one is the greatest. except daddy. daddy is the greatest. mom both of you is the greatest i know. uncle jake is a bum...hes the bum and grandpa craig is the bum. only when i go to everybody's house they are the greatest. and when i go uncle jake's he is the greatest and when i go to my house daddy is the greatest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-8198156195260704789?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8198156195260704789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/uncle-jake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8198156195260704789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8198156195260704789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/uncle-jake.html' title='Uncle Jake'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S4AWv7lMA0I/AAAAAAAAB6I/wnpIy1qjlHI/s72-c/barnes+in+town+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-854535063280189627</id><published>2010-01-25T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:17:55.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>i like....continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S13RqZDSdNI/AAAAAAAAB2o/tpmmHmtg_Lo/s1600-h/B+Party+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S13RqZDSdNI/AAAAAAAAB2o/tpmmHmtg_Lo/s320/B+Party+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this one. mom this is good because i like playing with friends. i like having fun with friends. and i love playing swords with friends. and i love jus playin with friends. and i love playing games on the puter and i love shaking hands with people. i dont know what i was gunna say. and i love singing songs with people and i love playing with people with my toys and i love taking pitchers with friends and i like playing games with friends. i said i love playing games with friends and i love jus having fun with friends. thats all i have to say. and i like when we are writing too. thats all i want to say.&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/7467992822888160218-854535063280189627?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/854535063280189627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-likecontinued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/854535063280189627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/854535063280189627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-likecontinued.html' title='i like....continued'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S13RqZDSdNI/AAAAAAAAB2o/tpmmHmtg_Lo/s72-c/B+Party+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6855080648878010493</id><published>2010-01-18T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:37:21.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson in native colassi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S1SM4TNIWqI/AAAAAAAAB04/3Udo8aYmioM/s1600-h/flea+market+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S1SM4TNIWqI/AAAAAAAAB04/3Udo8aYmioM/s320/flea+market+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That one is for showing Asher. I think he's seen it but he hasnt seen it. Mom, Indians are red. Mom, Indians are red. They are different than that. Indians have one feather. (are you talking about the Indians in Peter Pan?) Yes - Indians are red and i like the song they sing. And its good that its good and its good that i like. (do you remember what I told you Indians are supposed to be called?) no...i dont remember. (native...) native colassi....native covasoo...(no) native colassi...its called a navid...(they are called native americans - i then showed him pictures of native americans and how they are NOT red...thank you) mom they only have one feather. mom, they dont look like that. (grrr...peter pan...thanks a lot!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-6855080648878010493?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6855080648878010493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesson-in-native-colassi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6855080648878010493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6855080648878010493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesson-in-native-colassi.html' title='a lesson in native colassi'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S1SM4TNIWqI/AAAAAAAAB04/3Udo8aYmioM/s72-c/flea+market+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-1403504695710403414</id><published>2010-01-06T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:41:26.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>good good good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VI1pbeIjI/AAAAAAAAB0I/GWtx6a_uedk/s1600-h/bryson+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VI1pbeIjI/AAAAAAAAB0I/GWtx6a_uedk/s320/bryson+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VIyPTjmnI/AAAAAAAAB0A/kEJIsnrpvcU/s1600-h/bryson+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VIyPTjmnI/AAAAAAAAB0A/kEJIsnrpvcU/s320/bryson+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this when we do it. when we do it its good. i like when we shake this thing. this is when we do that. i like when you just skype on here doing it. i like this. i like when we do it. i like it when Bodie is here. and i like when daddy is watching me. and mommy watching me. (what were you doing in this picture?) i was doing this with Bodie. shaking this necklace with him. i like when i play with Bodie. this is beautiful. this is good. i like it really good. really good. really good. really really good.bbbbbbbb j&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hhx (stop) (anything else?) nussing else. i like this. really good. there is more. i like this really good when this is good i like it. when he does it it is good. its okay if he pulls my hair. i like cutting my hair. and i like playing games on the computer. thats all i want to say. I LIKE THIS REALLYGOOD AND THIS IS REALLY COOL WHEN I DO IT!!! good good good its good good good (anything you want to say beside good and you like it?) its good good good good.....&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/7467992822888160218-1403504695710403414?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1403504695710403414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-good-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1403504695710403414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1403504695710403414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-good-good.html' title='good good good'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VI1pbeIjI/AAAAAAAAB0I/GWtx6a_uedk/s72-c/bryson+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3844484619937007293</id><published>2010-01-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:36:23.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>i like it when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VH87jlccI/AAAAAAAABz4/laKK6LbbgAg/s1600-h/bryson+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VH87jlccI/AAAAAAAABz4/laKK6LbbgAg/s320/bryson+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one is for asher. that is all i said. this is for you mom. i like you and i like when you watch. and i like when you watch me and i like when daddy watches me. so i love asher and i love when he comes to our house. and i love playing with him. and i really like playing gun games with him. and i really like playing flashlights with him. and i really skyping on here with you. i like this when we talk to people on skype. and i like when you read me stories. and i like when you read me 2 stories...or 3 stories on my Bible. and i like when you read me a lot of pages like all the days. and this is good. i love you mom. this is good when you skype on here. and i like when you do this. i like when we do this mom. that is all i want to say.&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/7467992822888160218-3844484619937007293?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3844484619937007293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-it-when.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3844484619937007293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3844484619937007293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-it-when.html' title='i like it when....'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/S0VH87jlccI/AAAAAAAABz4/laKK6LbbgAg/s72-c/bryson+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6982521235232866730</id><published>2009-12-06T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:45:29.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>st lucia festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sxxct07yVuI/AAAAAAAABuo/3EVCCuzlmCM/s1600-h/st+lucia+festival+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sxxct07yVuI/AAAAAAAABuo/3EVCCuzlmCM/s400/st+lucia+festival+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom...i forgot her name mom...what was her name mom? (santa lucia) okay this picture is to learn me to dance. she is not singing. she is..uh...i dont know what she is doing? (why is she up there?) because they was gunna sing for her. they was gunna sing like her. (why does she have candles on her head?) because thats what they do. (who is they?) they do. the people. but i dont know what the names are. yeah the swedish. (who are the swedish?) all those kids are. they like dancing. they like you. they like us. they put candles on her head because they have numbers on they heads. swedish festival. i went fishing. and i got a fish. no i got a swedish bag...a sweet bag. my goodie bag. goodie bag. mom thats all it is. thats all thatsall. mbbbb. (stop...all done?yup...im all done talking about it.&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/7467992822888160218-6982521235232866730?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6982521235232866730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/st-lucia-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6982521235232866730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6982521235232866730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/st-lucia-festival.html' title='st lucia festival'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sxxct07yVuI/AAAAAAAABuo/3EVCCuzlmCM/s72-c/st+lucia+festival+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6446380261297110122</id><published>2009-11-30T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:04:40.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>max and asher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SxP5N9bVVBI/AAAAAAAABsI/HnyFLMvo6CI/s1600/hallowen+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SxP5N9bVVBI/AAAAAAAABsI/HnyFLMvo6CI/s400/hallowen+094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom i want to write the blog (you dont know how to write&amp;nbsp; yet) mom i do know how to write. (fine, go ahead)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hb xbvhjhgvjfgdhsdeffsggvfuyftsygyaedfgte&amp;nbsp; r uw yry6rruedhwiruirtyroeyrtutrgbvvbbbbdcjshgffjhdgjdgfyghbgfhgfhht tttrughht (what does that mean?) uh, mom, it means Bryson Wallace Barnes. i pressed "B" mom. there is B. mom there is B. theres B theres B theres B theres B. (what about your picture?)bbbbbh vghggufy (stop) mom you could talk about my blog. (but this is your blog, not mine) i dont want to talk about it. (why did you take it) i took it for someone else. to send it to someone. (who?) i wanted to send it to asher. my best friend asher. i wanted to send it to him. (why?) because he is my favorite friend. (why?) moooom...you know why! because he is the best and he is the greatest and grandpa craig is the bum. and asher is the greatest and uncle jake is not the greatest. (what are you wearing?) i am wearing the camera....hahahahah....i'm wearing the camera...(what else?) mom i dont know. i'm wearing my max suit (why?) because i like. to. mom, dont scoot right here because i am going to see where Bodie is...mom that is my spot, dont scoot. (you were talking about your max suit) its because i like my max suit and mom when is the next halloween? i am gunna be max for the next halloween. no, i'm gunna be santa and i'm gunna share and i'm gunna give my max suit to asher, oh but i'm not because i like my max suit. mom thats all it is. mom thats all it is. mom thats all it is.&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/7467992822888160218-6446380261297110122?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6446380261297110122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/max-and-asher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6446380261297110122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6446380261297110122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/max-and-asher.html' title='max and asher'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SxP5N9bVVBI/AAAAAAAABsI/HnyFLMvo6CI/s72-c/hallowen+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-2985035354868578196</id><published>2009-11-03T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:05:42.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>more nature walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PGUPA5eI/AAAAAAAABlw/PETySXtTeFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PGUPA5eI/AAAAAAAABlw/PETySXtTeFQ/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PDZiU6XI/AAAAAAAABlo/F0hHuKfVUHk/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PDZiU6XI/AAAAAAAABlo/F0hHuKfVUHk/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PNLo5x6I/AAAAAAAABl4/juR39FSM6kc/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PNLo5x6I/AAAAAAAABl4/juR39FSM6kc/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PQ22xRQI/AAAAAAAABmA/9cueG1fMJ5I/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PQ22xRQI/AAAAAAAABmA/9cueG1fMJ5I/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the forest. mom i can't do this. mom i want to get down. thats a forest mom. thats a forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i wanted to know what it is. mom what is that furry thing? i think it is a cave. my closet could be a cave. make a cave. mom we should make a cave. &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;&amp;nbsp;what is that? its my max leg. all aboard! but mom it looks like a ghooooost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;uh mom...that one is for concentrating and doing all unner stuff...like going to church. i took it at the nature walk. &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;that ones for concentrating. i want to write the numbers. mom i want to write the numbers..bbbbyujhhjhhnmmbnm,h,hk,hkhmhmmbmb,b,bb (okay my turn) mom i want to try some more. (how bout you talk about your pictures?) i dont think i want to. woah! mom howd you get that smaller? did you press "A"? that is A...that is A...AAAAAA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-2985035354868578196?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2985035354868578196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-nature-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2985035354868578196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2985035354868578196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-nature-walk.html' title='more nature walk'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su5PGUPA5eI/AAAAAAAABlw/PETySXtTeFQ/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6311122527880958626</id><published>2009-11-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:19:38.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SpwQ_tCz6uI/AAAAAAAABUw/-o92ISzzRFo/s1600-h/nature+walk+012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376190741782719202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SpwQ_tCz6uI/AAAAAAAABUw/-o92ISzzRFo/s400/nature+walk+012.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 267px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom i didnt want to take that picture, but i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-6311122527880958626?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6311122527880958626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6311122527880958626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6311122527880958626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree.html' title='tree'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SpwQ_tCz6uI/AAAAAAAABUw/-o92ISzzRFo/s72-c/nature+walk+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-8750371020281953324</id><published>2009-11-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:18:59.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>mor mor the great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SsYpaMhXccI/AAAAAAAABbM/AnXbk4Hjr4g/s1600-h/random+and+mor+mor+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SsYpaMhXccI/AAAAAAAABbM/AnXbk4Hjr4g/s320/random+and+mor+mor+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what was she gunna get? i want to talk about it like mom...just uh...that mor mor's great. i took it because mor mor is great. mom i took it about mor mor because she is great. i just was doing something with her. like...just uh...cutting some carrots...mom...like she took me to the uh...on a walk...or at the park...and...i love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-8750371020281953324?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8750371020281953324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/mor-mor-great.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8750371020281953324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8750371020281953324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/mor-mor-great.html' title='mor mor the great'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SsYpaMhXccI/AAAAAAAABbM/AnXbk4Hjr4g/s72-c/random+and+mor+mor+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-2982664385354344795</id><published>2009-11-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:16:33.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryson'/><title type='text'>where the wild bryson is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su4tQD-V2hI/AAAAAAAABjo/d_JPVwYrR4Q/s1600-h/hallowen+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su4tQD-V2hI/AAAAAAAABjo/d_JPVwYrR4Q/s640/hallowen+094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but i took it because i like my max suit. moooom dont write it out...im just gunna say one...eeeewwww who did that? (why do you like wearing your max suit?) because i like it. because i like it. because mom i looooove max. because. just because. i love people and stuff. uh i do say that i took at the nature walk (that is at our house) i took that...mom...for...for...just uh....because mom....its because mom theres max! the king of the wild things thats why...i like the movie because mom...i love it...and because max is the king of the wild things.&amp;nbsp; thats why i loved the movie. carol was my favorite then max bof of them was my favorites mom. (what was your favorite part of the movie?) when carol ruined the houses. that was my favorite part. and when they was making the fort. that was my favorite part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-2982664385354344795?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2982664385354344795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-wild-bryson-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2982664385354344795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2982664385354344795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-wild-bryson-is.html' title='where the wild bryson is...'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Su4tQD-V2hI/AAAAAAAABjo/d_JPVwYrR4Q/s72-c/hallowen+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-2850656188488422149</id><published>2009-09-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:56:18.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sq6vcXkxu2I/AAAAAAAABWg/qAgOUWXlnPo/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sq6vcXkxu2I/AAAAAAAABWg/qAgOUWXlnPo/s400/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431506653789026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk about this picture when i have a fever cause we arent going to the running beach. he was in the water in the water way deep...he was way way way where the fishies was...you know that? you know that he was? because he wanted to be in the water...but he cant cause its DIRTY...you know that mom? you know that? (who are you talking about?) pockey pock. he is my favorite favorite friend. he is way deep in the water. he is way deep in the water and he is with the fishies and the fishies are his friends. the big boys are in the water and they got biten by the shark that is pockey pock's friend. they just have blood and they just hurt theyselves. oh mom they are three bites from the shark. because the other one got all bit all over the place because he just was bitten. (anything else?) no. mom some other kids got bite from some fish. but mom only pockey pock will get bite from some mean fish (i thought they were his friends?) oh yeah...they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom. when i was sleeping last night daddy said it breaks my heart when he spanks me. (why did he spank you?) no no mom. i mean it breaks his heart when he spanks me because he doesnt like to spank me and do you dont like to spank me too? (of course i dont) oh okay. then dont spank me when i be a bad boy! (what should we do then when you are a bad boy?) just should hug me when i am a bad boy. (really? will that teach you anything?) yeah. oh and mom someone almost drinked all of my orange gooterade. who did it mom? did you do it? (i am trying to write about the picture) oh. (anything else you want to say about the picture?) nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-2850656188488422149?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2850656188488422149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-talk-about-this-picture-when-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2850656188488422149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/2850656188488422149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-talk-about-this-picture-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sq6vcXkxu2I/AAAAAAAABWg/qAgOUWXlnPo/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-5443723455332134566</id><published>2009-09-02T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:54:27.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>jesus on a cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sp6vNQ_WeVI/AAAAAAAABVw/36FLHF7Shzs/s1600-h/jesus+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sp6vNQ_WeVI/AAAAAAAABVw/36FLHF7Shzs/s320/jesus+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376927647560792402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's bloodholes. oh i was gunna talk about something else. the nails are for Jesus so he won't get off...off the cross. and they rolled the dice because someone else wants to wear his clothes. they want to wear his clothes because someone else wanted to be Jesus. that's why. the white is for his pee-nee because they put it on his pee-nee when he dies. i wanted to take another picture of him when he is on the computer. i sawed it at church mom. you're right mom i sawed it at church. what mom? what mom? what mom? what daddy do mom? what daddy do? (what did you see at church?) that thing on him. that white thing. i was gunna make it black. (who put it on him?) the people that was there. and when we was at meema and papas i had a tunnel cookie and we bringed it home. and mom did you pick me up? mom did you pick me up? oh...i thought i was gunna go by myself. (did Jesus stay on the cross?) NO! they put him in the tunnel and then he pushed the rock and then he went back in heaven. (do you want to say anything else?) nope. i just want to take a picture of him on the computer. oh mom daddy took a picture of me...put it on my blog. i thought i would die on the cross. (you won't...they don't do that anymore) oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sp6vM9rRxtI/AAAAAAAABVo/6V8NZbdwg8Y/s1600-h/jesus+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sp6vM9rRxtI/AAAAAAAABVo/6V8NZbdwg8Y/s320/jesus+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376927642376324818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-5443723455332134566?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5443723455332134566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-on-cross.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5443723455332134566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5443723455332134566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-on-cross.html' title='jesus on a cross'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sp6vNQ_WeVI/AAAAAAAABVw/36FLHF7Shzs/s72-c/jesus+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6825907324479823597</id><published>2009-08-12T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:00:58.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodie'/><title type='text'>Bottled Bodie</title><content type='html'>i like this picture cause he is smiling like...he's is like what? im gunna talk like a horse. and now he is talking like a horse still. and cause i...im bottle(?) mom, bodie's like, i'm bottled...mom, bodie's like, i'm bottled (what does that mean) that means he's happy. about bodie. i want to talk about...i'm talking ice cream...ha ha ha...i'm talking ice cream...mom make it splash on that. make it splash mom! oh yeah its all gone! make it splash again! (?) those number things both splash-ed. oh yeah! (anything else about your brother?) nothing else about my bro-yer...cause there isnt room. i talk about bodie down here. he is just...he is beautiful. mom, bodie's beautiful in there. i want to say that he is beautiful again. he is beautiful again. (anything else?) on the other pictures i want to say something.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SoLYFJcCuxI/AAAAAAAABTc/ek_lO_H5rGs/s1600-h/bandeau+dress+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369091288723536658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SoLYFJcCuxI/AAAAAAAABTc/ek_lO_H5rGs/s400/bandeau+dress+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-6825907324479823597?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6825907324479823597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/bottled-bodie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6825907324479823597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6825907324479823597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/bottled-bodie.html' title='Bottled Bodie'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SoLYFJcCuxI/AAAAAAAABTc/ek_lO_H5rGs/s72-c/bandeau+dress+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-1827038671808239599</id><published>2009-08-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:55:33.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>ice cream colored things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SoLXGducycI/AAAAAAAABTU/AbDjjWJk918/s1600-h/bandeau+dress+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369090211837692354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SoLXGducycI/AAAAAAAABTU/AbDjjWJk918/s400/bandeau+dress+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(bryson did not take this picture, but wanted to talk about this one...so i'll roll with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm eating ice cream. how do you talk about it, mom? (just say why you like the picture) i like the picture cause i'm eating ice cream. mom what is that? what is that colored things? mom what is that colored things? mom i want to go at the store and get ice cream. i like about ice cream with worms in it. mom i'm done talking. i'm done talking with this one. mom i want you to hold on to me. i need to hold on to you. i can't do this. you could just press the buttons now. (okay...i get it...sheesh!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-1827038671808239599?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1827038671808239599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream-colored-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1827038671808239599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1827038671808239599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream-colored-things.html' title='ice cream colored things'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SoLXGducycI/AAAAAAAABTU/AbDjjWJk918/s72-c/bandeau+dress+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-1521647500612239598</id><published>2009-06-16T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:01:56.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>the picnic one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sjfc7gzuq-I/AAAAAAAABFM/Y5M9G96ICfE/s1600-h/bodie+eating,+sports+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sjfc7gzuq-I/AAAAAAAABFM/Y5M9G96ICfE/s400/bodie+eating,+sports+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985997503048674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom we should go play golf and see how i hit balls. mom we didnt do that in a looong long time. is there a pencil somewhere (why?) cause i need to draw a ball. mom i drawed the golf ball and get ready and hit it and go *pshhhhhhhhhh* that is all the balls flying in the air. (what about this picture you took?) thats it mom. done golfing. done golfing mom. did you heard that? it was a good day but i dont want to say anything else. mom we should go golf! go golfing now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-1521647500612239598?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1521647500612239598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/picnic-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1521647500612239598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1521647500612239598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/picnic-one.html' title='the picnic one'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sjfc7gzuq-I/AAAAAAAABFM/Y5M9G96ICfE/s72-c/bodie+eating,+sports+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-7748681413582890282</id><published>2009-06-08T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:07:02.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Si2Yjl62EGI/AAAAAAAABEE/o8hbP_hz2vM/s1600-h/bodie+eating,+sports+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Si2Yjl62EGI/AAAAAAAABEE/o8hbP_hz2vM/s400/bodie+eating,+sports+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345096070000414818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say flying in the air. wait dont write it till its on! flying in the air. another...that was like over that line sky. mom lets go golfing. and i want to talk about another flying ball. mom i want to talk about another flying ball when i was hitting it with the tennis racket. when we was leaving. mom i wanna see one when we was hitting it on my tennis racket. the ball on my tennis racket when we was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the air when it has a line on it. thats why i like the air. mommy i want to go golfing again. lets go golfing mom. lets go golfiiiiiiiing. dad....mom...lets go golfing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-7748681413582890282?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7748681413582890282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/7748681413582890282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/7748681413582890282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sky.html' title='the sky'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Si2Yjl62EGI/AAAAAAAABEE/o8hbP_hz2vM/s72-c/bodie+eating,+sports+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6692916318569475644</id><published>2009-06-05T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:11:14.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>the driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SinAwLAP1CI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ru6Sq2tMOr4/s1600-h/tummy+tub+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SinAwLAP1CI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ru6Sq2tMOr4/s400/tummy+tub+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344014366671885346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a driver of playing golf? is it a driver? (yes it is). it is a picture of playing golf. playing golf at the range. hitting balls. hitting golf balls? uh oh now my club got burned in the fire and now i cant use it. i like golf cause i'm a johnson. (who told you that?) uncle jake did. uncle darrol. buddy is a johnson and i am a johnson. we both johnsons. (what does that mean?) that means you're great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-6692916318569475644?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6692916318569475644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/driver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6692916318569475644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6692916318569475644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/driver.html' title='the driver'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SinAwLAP1CI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ru6Sq2tMOr4/s72-c/tummy+tub+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-8230917638715433696</id><published>2009-06-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:02:34.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>D-R-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sim_SCW29wI/AAAAAAAABDU/WMwnWHZvMc4/s1600-h/bryson+dland+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sim_SCW29wI/AAAAAAAABDU/WMwnWHZvMc4/s320/bryson+dland+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344012749443102466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bodie. bodie - D-R-Y-D-R-Y-D-R-Y - because bodie is like that D-R-Y (i am assuming he thinks that is how you spell his name) what is you doing? you feeding him? you feeding him mom. i like to say D-R-Y. D-R-Y Bodie. (singing) D-R-Y... D-R-Y...D-R-Y....(anything else?) um mom? the jacuzzi is just right. i want to go see daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-8230917638715433696?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8230917638715433696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/d-r-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8230917638715433696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8230917638715433696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/d-r-y.html' title='D-R-Y'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sim_SCW29wI/AAAAAAAABDU/WMwnWHZvMc4/s72-c/bryson+dland+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6897338003665309670</id><published>2009-05-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:32:23.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>mommy and daddy</title><content type='html'>daddy looks funny. daddy has a pacifier in his mouth. yes. thats funny. thats the one that i took. yes. uh...mommy...my lips are burning. oh - i want to see the one where you are putting your thumbs up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdZK9oUs4pI/AAAAAAAAA1o/HdEsXD654Qk/s1600-h/bryson+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522432441541266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdZK9oUs4pI/AAAAAAAAA1o/HdEsXD654Qk/s400/bryson+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdZKBdqelHI/AAAAAAAAA1g/BDF2JHhy-Os/s1600-h/bryson+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320521398787937394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdZKBdqelHI/AAAAAAAAA1g/BDF2JHhy-Os/s400/bryson+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes. what one is a video? (none of them - they are pictures) yes they are let me show you (presses the enter key like 10 times with me saying that doesnt work and stop pushing that the entire time) you are putting your thumbs up. feeding bodie. you are feeding bodie. i want to see david bowie on your picture says, "power of voodoo"&lt;br /&gt;(why did you take this picture?) cause i thought it was beautiful. cause it was beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-6897338003665309670?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6897338003665309670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommy-and-daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6897338003665309670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6897338003665309670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommy-and-daddy.html' title='mommy and daddy'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdZK9oUs4pI/AAAAAAAAA1o/HdEsXD654Qk/s72-c/bryson+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6149110756703624289</id><published>2009-05-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:24:35.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>david bowie and baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SgMhEF5rNHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/d1Qz5mifZ98/s1600-h/bodie+4+mo+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142737924076658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SgMhEF5rNHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/d1Qz5mifZ98/s400/bodie+4+mo+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is your hair like that? (like what?) like that what i saw. why is your hair like david bowie? you are like david bowie in that picture. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SgMbXR73bJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pvefX347l7s/s1600-h/bodie+4+mo+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333136470502239378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SgMbXR73bJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pvefX347l7s/s400/bodie+4+mo+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a picture of bodie. he is rolling over. and he was hitting baseballs and bodie was hitting baseballs - he was hitting baseballs! bodie was hitting baseball. he was playing baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's silly. that's when everyone goes huh huh huh huh hahahahahaha. just kidding im good at wasseling (wrestling) too. &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/7467992822888160218-6149110756703624289?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6149110756703624289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-bowie-and-baseball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6149110756703624289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6149110756703624289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-bowie-and-baseball.html' title='david bowie and baseball'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SgMhEF5rNHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/d1Qz5mifZ98/s72-c/bodie+4+mo+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3355367910455246167</id><published>2009-04-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:22:36.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>gondola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-QF3VlpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/abWL9yVPOv4/s1600-h/tahoe+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334224143160978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-QF3VlpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/abWL9yVPOv4/s400/tahoe+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that was the gondola. (why did you take the picture?) cause i wanted to. cause i wanted to. cause i wanted to. thats the gondola. (what did you do on it?) i played on it. the gondola when we go in. the gondola stops. now i want to see the gondola when we go up the hill with the broken trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-P_zKegI/AAAAAAAAA48/AoQbMzEO3PE/s1600-h/tahoe+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334222515042818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-P_zKegI/AAAAAAAAA48/AoQbMzEO3PE/s400/tahoe+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one?) yes. with the broken trees. we was riding up the hill. yes. we was riding up the hill. mommy? (what?) uh, mommy i dont want to tell you something. i just want to draw. mommy let me go away! (fine, go) ::grumble grumble::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-At-CzFI/AAAAAAAAA40/Udz-ISt0_xg/s1600-h/tahoe+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-AcxjTKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nJ0AYtH9wRo/s1600-h/tahoe+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-ACqQ0RI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lWl_bQFwmRs/s1600-h/tahoe+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-3355367910455246167?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3355367910455246167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/gondola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3355367910455246167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3355367910455246167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/gondola.html' title='gondola'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Se5-QF3VlpI/AAAAAAAAA5E/abWL9yVPOv4/s72-c/tahoe+113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6975445263917823911</id><published>2009-03-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:36:03.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdKJ1WdUD3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/An0zyPj-n58/s1600-h/garden+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319465659532578674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdKJ1WdUD3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/An0zyPj-n58/s400/garden+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i want to talk about the spiders. you want to see a black spider? mommy mommy..do you want to see a black spider? i dont want to talk about the plant one. i want to see what spider is this. so i want to see a black spider. (but you took this picture of the garden) i cut the plants with my sharp scissors. i cut the one and i cut the other leaves too. and we need to leave one. mommy i want to talk about the black spider (fine - go ahead - i posted the pic of the spider...he didnt take that) black spider. i want a black spider. mommy mommy mommy put on the spider one. i want to see the black spider. well that one's red (referring to the brown widow picture i posted....which we found ALL over the backyard and now he is obsessed...great!) you cant make spiders dead mommy (referring to the 3 brown widows i killed). we want spiders to live. you're right those are brown. that is brown. its leg is brown. ummm....ummmm....can  you touch another spider (no - those spiders hurt) well they're dead. mommy they're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdKLqzKoaaI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5AvovQafcSM/s1600-h/brown+widow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467677283543458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdKLqzKoaaI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5AvovQafcSM/s400/brown+widow.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/7467992822888160218-6975445263917823911?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6975445263917823911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6975445263917823911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6975445263917823911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/garden.html' title='garden'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdKJ1WdUD3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/An0zyPj-n58/s72-c/garden+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-1945120601288405887</id><published>2009-03-29T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:11:04.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Still Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdApqW1txDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AJIs3AdUPMI/s1600-h/bodie+n+bryson+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318796967586677810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdApqW1txDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AJIs3AdUPMI/s400/bodie+n+bryson+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(why did you take this picture?) cause i wanted to. im not gunna talk about this picture. see? i dont like bananas. i like those fruit things. i like bananas and i like computers. i like to eat computers (smacking noise) what? i like to eat you (bites my nose...STOP! anything else about the picture?) i like to eat that...im done. i want to do it later please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-1945120601288405887?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1945120601288405887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-fruit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1945120601288405887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1945120601288405887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-fruit.html' title='Still Fruit'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdApqW1txDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AJIs3AdUPMI/s72-c/bodie+n+bryson+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3720014393381332264</id><published>2009-03-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:07:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoY0mLekI/AAAAAAAAAzE/YzuEmGMBGQg/s1600-h/bodie+n+bryson+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795566825306690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoY0mLekI/AAAAAAAAAzE/YzuEmGMBGQg/s320/bodie+n+bryson+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; theres daddy and me and theres daddy and mommy. but i want to be in this picture. i wanted to be in that picture with you. we took that at chuck e cheese. me about you on that. what picture? (anything else) yes. i want to do my blog. me and me and me and me and me and me. and me and me. memememebbbbbb. (great. anything else?) memememememe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoYF9rSQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/8yiEOXPO2ro/s1600-h/bodie+n+bryson+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795554307393794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoYF9rSQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/8yiEOXPO2ro/s320/bodie+n+bryson+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoXtqn-XI/AAAAAAAAAy0/jqA648ZRLpw/s1600-h/bodie+n+bryson+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795547785034098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoXtqn-XI/AAAAAAAAAy0/jqA648ZRLpw/s320/bodie+n+bryson+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fridge. theres no people and there is people. there is people and there is people. and me and you and and my fridgerator be on this and this and this and this and Bodie and Bodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7467992822888160218-3720014393381332264?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3720014393381332264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3720014393381332264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3720014393381332264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridge.html' title='the fridge'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SdAoY0mLekI/AAAAAAAAAzE/YzuEmGMBGQg/s72-c/bodie+n+bryson+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-4076163918982791526</id><published>2009-03-24T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:02:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>computer heart</title><content type='html'>foot on the wall. log in. daddy took that picture in that box. in there. in. what? thats the picture. (talk about it) i dont know that. i dont know that picture. hey theres a heart right there. look at that box. mommy see that heart? let me show you the heart. (crawls up on the desk and points at it in the picture) did you see where i pointed to the heart? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Scl_0IMEdLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/boXbdDjB-Fs/s1600-h/BRYSON+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316921368615613618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Scl_0IMEdLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/boXbdDjB-Fs/s400/BRYSON+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(yes) oh. (anything else?) the plant. is it the plant? is it a picture of the plant?&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/7467992822888160218-4076163918982791526?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4076163918982791526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/computer-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4076163918982791526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4076163918982791526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/computer-heart.html' title='computer heart'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Scl_0IMEdLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/boXbdDjB-Fs/s72-c/BRYSON+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3945378406587320254</id><published>2009-03-05T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:42:57.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>FROM THE MAMA: so - i realized that bryson was IN the last photo and obviously not the picture taker and i also found out the other day that BRYAN took the one of eric and julia. which is funny because i thought it was in Bryson's batch and Bryson even asked me, "tell me about the picture you took" i thought he was being silly, but he actually REMEMBERS which are his....it is funny - he is so serious about this blog - he tells me at very random times, "mommy can i put a picture on my bwog and tell people about it?" anyway - apologies for the false picture posts, but i'm not taking them down cause they are too precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-3945378406587320254?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3945378406587320254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3945378406587320254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3945378406587320254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-1418295334308802852</id><published>2009-03-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:54:52.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Charlotte's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SbAQ1HnVJsI/AAAAAAAAArc/k5pguDSV9Hc/s1600-h/BRYSON+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309762465432938178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SbAQ1HnVJsI/AAAAAAAAArc/k5pguDSV9Hc/s400/BRYSON+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where's charlotte? char-let, charlotte! oh. asher, charlotte and elliette and rashelle and rashelle and who is that mommy right there? (ella jayne) ella jayne? oh yes. ella jayne. thats all the people. (what were you doing?) we was cutting. we was cutting. and dwawing and gluing. we was gluing too. mommy has you seen that game the nose goes zzzzz and you put the plug in and it goes zzzzz (operation?) no. the things in the boys body. in his tummy. and we gotta get them out of that boy. its called that game. its at buddy and hopey's house. (what about the picture? anything else?) yes. and rashelle and ella jayne and charlotte and asher and the paper and the glue and the crayons and and and RASHELLE and CHARLOTTE!!&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/7467992822888160218-1418295334308802852?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1418295334308802852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/charlottes-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1418295334308802852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1418295334308802852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/charlottes-bday.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SbAQ1HnVJsI/AAAAAAAAArc/k5pguDSV9Hc/s72-c/BRYSON+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3198464832333960583</id><published>2009-03-03T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:48:50.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>uncle peep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sa35hDE_JVI/AAAAAAAAArU/TgXM-w9G2WQ/s1600-h/BRYSON+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173881896904018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sa35hDE_JVI/AAAAAAAAArU/TgXM-w9G2WQ/s400/BRYSON+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i didnt take a picture of that one. oh. oh. mommy i saw something on your finger. no look it on your other finger. (who is that bryson?) thats uncle pete. (what is he doing) he is going to go running. (what does he have on his head?) uh.uh. i dont know.oh yes. a headband. he is wearing a headband because he is going to go run with daddy and bryson and mommy and daddy and auntie. and you goed (talking to auntie sara) and then you didnt go and you goed to the party. whyd you go to the party? (i had to go to a shower, sara said) oh. but you cant go because the party is too little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-3198464832333960583?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3198464832333960583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-peep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3198464832333960583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3198464832333960583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-peep.html' title='uncle peep'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sa35hDE_JVI/AAAAAAAAArU/TgXM-w9G2WQ/s72-c/BRYSON+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-7424478798257124512</id><published>2009-02-27T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:00:49.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Asher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaiWAje_oaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9cf3f6yf9lo/s1600-h/BRYSON+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307657097125536162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaiWAje_oaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9cf3f6yf9lo/s400/BRYSON+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. but i dont see his face. he is at our house. wheres his face? i dont see his face. i didnt see his face. wheres his face? what? where is his face? mommy can you get me some water and i will put a straw in it and i will mix it into apple juice. i will mix it into strawberry milk. (this is asher) oh. hes my friend. hes at my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-7424478798257124512?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7424478798257124512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/asher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/7424478798257124512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/7424478798257124512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/asher.html' title='Asher'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaiWAje_oaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9cf3f6yf9lo/s72-c/BRYSON+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-1249490156458914391</id><published>2009-02-26T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:12:09.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SadnPPkd-FI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SCgMH8reLqU/s1600-h/bryson+dland+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307324197454608466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SadnPPkd-FI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SCgMH8reLqU/s400/bryson+dland+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hopie...and Buddy and Katlyn and Gammy and Grandpa and oh...and Grandpa Craig. Uncle Jake said yesterday Grandpa Craig is the bum (he just left the room...okay he is back...anything else?) no. i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SadnPZ6v_II/AAAAAAAAAqM/vzdPsHd6KPE/s1600-h/bryson+dland+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307324200232418434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SadnPZ6v_II/AAAAAAAAAqM/vzdPsHd6KPE/s400/bryson+dland+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7467992822888160218-1249490156458914391?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1249490156458914391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1249490156458914391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/1249490156458914391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/disneyland.html' title='disneyland'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SadnPPkd-FI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SCgMH8reLqU/s72-c/bryson+dland+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-4605397642718361872</id><published>2009-02-25T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:55:19.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>julia and eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaYR79RpP6I/AAAAAAAAApk/pukUGEdRvwk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306948932661231522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaYR79RpP6I/AAAAAAAAApk/pukUGEdRvwk/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey. what? hey. thats julia and eric. mommy wish they would come to our house again. so cute. so cute. so cute. so cute. ow. ow. ow. ow. nope. nope. mommy tell me bout your picture that you took (you took this picture bryson) oh. well. which one you took? i didnt took one. i didnt take one. mommy wheres the little camera? mommy give me that camera i have. the little one. (do you want to say anything else about this picture?) YES! julia and eric i said. julia and eric. julia and eric. im not talking about it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-4605397642718361872?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4605397642718361872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/julia-and-eric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4605397642718361872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4605397642718361872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/julia-and-eric.html' title='julia and eric'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaYR79RpP6I/AAAAAAAAApk/pukUGEdRvwk/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-4903410649484343783</id><published>2009-02-24T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:03:31.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitties'/><title type='text'>kitty step</title><content type='html'>of the kitty? uh oh. i stepped on him. did i step on him? is that when i stepped on him? (what else do you want to say?) i want to say kitty step. kitty i stepped on buck-a-buck-koo. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaSmNFTY3qI/AAAAAAAAApU/AB7fN1ZRq4Q/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306549004641296034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaSmNFTY3qI/AAAAAAAAApU/AB7fN1ZRq4Q/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (why?) uh...i didnt step on him. let me see thats the foot. i wanna see thats a foot. can i see thats a foot. mommy wish i would have a computer. (you will someday) oh. i will put my pictures on the computer. oh im gunna have a computer.&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/7467992822888160218-4903410649484343783?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4903410649484343783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitty-step.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4903410649484343783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4903410649484343783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitty-step.html' title='kitty step'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaSmNFTY3qI/AAAAAAAAApU/AB7fN1ZRq4Q/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-496217824682105162</id><published>2009-02-23T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:03:25.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryson'/><title type='text'>self-portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOM2sbm41I/AAAAAAAAAo0/lAZy-E8EQuE/s1600-h/bryon+pivd+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306239657240355666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOM2sbm41I/AAAAAAAAAo0/lAZy-E8EQuE/s400/bryon+pivd+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i taked the picture of the rug. thats the rug. (and who is this?) thats bryson. (why did you take a picture of  yourself) because i like that. that picture is good. what? these are aliens. those are aliens i drawed. (what about your pictures?) the picture is W Y. i taked the picture of W Y. (that is his frog...not sure what he is talking about at this point sorry...bryson anything else?) yes. once upon a time there was a boy named petrie. petrie? yes petrie. (okay i think i officially lost him)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOMuJWseLI/AAAAAAAAAos/TI6J3b6vNsc/s1600-h/bryon+pivd+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306239510385555634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOMuJWseLI/AAAAAAAAAos/TI6J3b6vNsc/s400/bryon+pivd+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7467992822888160218-496217824682105162?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/496217824682105162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-portrait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/496217824682105162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/496217824682105162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-portrait.html' title='self-portrait'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOM2sbm41I/AAAAAAAAAo0/lAZy-E8EQuE/s72-c/bryon+pivd+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-5106252494447683444</id><published>2009-02-23T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:57:50.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>umbrella golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOMADItVKI/AAAAAAAAAok/sJQ_JgXClWs/s1600-h/bryon+pivd+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238718442296482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOMADItVKI/AAAAAAAAAok/sJQ_JgXClWs/s400/bryon+pivd+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah - thats the one i took yestertime. its a golf ball in an umbrella...but those ones are stuck. and thats the camera thing. (i think he is talking about the string hanging down there) i was putting them in there - in the umbrella. nothing. thats all i did.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOL55kv9wI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W0mTOk4_gRA/s1600-h/bryon+pivd+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238612796339970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOL55kv9wI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W0mTOk4_gRA/s400/bryon+pivd+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7467992822888160218-5106252494447683444?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5106252494447683444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/umbrella-golf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5106252494447683444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5106252494447683444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/umbrella-golf.html' title='umbrella golf'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SaOMADItVKI/AAAAAAAAAok/sJQ_JgXClWs/s72-c/bryon+pivd+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-5601105914723745120</id><published>2009-02-13T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:21:24.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Beyond Borders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMtSLyA3I/AAAAAAAAAno/AMB5uA97gn4/s1600-h/bryson+beyond+border+s+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302439583390237554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMtSLyA3I/AAAAAAAAAno/AMB5uA97gn4/s320/bryson+beyond+border+s+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (today i took bryson with me to &lt;a href="http://www.eastlaclassic.org/bborders.html"&gt;Beyond Borders&lt;/a&gt;, which is a series of plays put on by 5th graders, which our Jr League is putting on at an elementary school in downtown Long Beach. he asked me if he could take pictures so i let him, but he didnt take any of the actual plays...just the students around us...much more interesting to a 3 yr old i suppose - this is what he wanted to say....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one and that one. there is two. i just want to do two. that one (the back of the chair picture) looks like a beehive. (where were you today?) i was at the uh...uh...i dont know what i was at...i was at the play. (what play?) i dunno! the school play! (what were they about?) i dunno! i dont know mommy! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMtE6Wp2I/AAAAAAAAAng/wt3aT3wOJwk/s1600-h/bryson+beyond+border+s+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302439579827480418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMtE6Wp2I/AAAAAAAAAng/wt3aT3wOJwk/s320/bryson+beyond+border+s+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about the play. i talked. did they dont like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMs4wxv1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/fpt25nMN0QM/s1600-h/bryson+beyond+border+s+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302439576566087506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMs4wxv1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/fpt25nMN0QM/s320/bryson+beyond+border+s+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMsjDz2FI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N5hFn_fq5BY/s1600-h/bryson+beyond+border+s+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302439570740336722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMsjDz2FI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N5hFn_fq5BY/s320/bryson+beyond+border+s+015.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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-5601105914723745120?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5601105914723745120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyond-borders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5601105914723745120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5601105914723745120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyond-borders.html' title='Beyond Borders'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZYMtSLyA3I/AAAAAAAAAno/AMB5uA97gn4/s72-c/bryson+beyond+border+s+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3154368062739243812</id><published>2009-02-12T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:10:46.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZRggKoaglI/AAAAAAAAAmo/t4HLaxKzGHI/s1600-h/BRYSON2+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301968767047860818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZRggKoaglI/AAAAAAAAAmo/t4HLaxKzGHI/s400/BRYSON2+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where are them? i can't see them! i pulled him. (who?) buck-a-buck-koo! (why?) cause i wanted to hold him. mommy i wanted to hold him cause i wanted to hold him. he screamed again. i want to see i talk to daddy (the video from the last post). i want to see him and i want see him.&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/7467992822888160218-3154368062739243812?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3154368062739243812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3154368062739243812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3154368062739243812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitties.html' title='kitties'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZRggKoaglI/AAAAAAAAAmo/t4HLaxKzGHI/s72-c/BRYSON2+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-4872842811889168101</id><published>2009-02-10T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:11:06.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><title type='text'>Bryson Taking Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6cca5ef56966658f" 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" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-9111430190512534503</id><published>2009-02-09T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:11:18.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>vegetarian ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZDsHcxbuFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TcAAsgVWRSk/s1600-h/Vegas+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996374141843538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZDsHcxbuFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TcAAsgVWRSk/s400/Vegas+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a picture of the ducks because they wanted to take a picture. thats why we do that. duck. he going to eat. (eat what?) the leaves! i like ducks cause i like them to eat the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-9111430190512534503?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9111430190512534503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegetarian-ducks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/9111430190512534503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/9111430190512534503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegetarian-ducks.html' title='vegetarian ducks'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZDsHcxbuFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TcAAsgVWRSk/s72-c/Vegas+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-3076696576622848383</id><published>2009-02-09T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:11:34.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>nature walk observations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn9sBn2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/fBLYZOUEdY4/s1600-h/BRYSON3+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300862792314756962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn9sBn2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/fBLYZOUEdY4/s320/BRYSON3+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;squirrel's&lt;/a&gt; back and his tail. my shoe and my other shoe. that is what i want to say. oh yeah. i want to see those ones. (where'd you take these pictures?) at a nature walk. i want to say some squirrel's body. that is what i want to say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZBy4dTkl2I/AAAAAAAAAko/bKT8FUZ12oU/s1600-h/nature+walk+and+vegas+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300863075680032610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZBy4dTkl2I/AAAAAAAAAko/bKT8FUZ12oU/s320/nature+walk+and+vegas+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn5pPuRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/fZ8qVmYj80s/s1600-h/BRYSON3+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300862791229356306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn5pPuRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/fZ8qVmYj80s/s320/BRYSON3+051.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn6yiphI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/14APEZ6xkWw/s1600-h/BRYSON3+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300862791536780818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn6yiphI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/14APEZ6xkWw/s320/BRYSON3+024.JPG" border="0" /&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/7467992822888160218-3076696576622848383?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3076696576622848383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/nature-walk-observations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3076696576622848383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/3076696576622848383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/nature-walk-observations.html' title='nature walk observations.'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SZByn9sBn2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/fBLYZOUEdY4/s72-c/BRYSON3+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-836407487667536148</id><published>2009-02-05T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:11:44.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>tom's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYtZEa_CwXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yKYMW_yBwws/s1600-h/BRYSON+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299427319029612914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYtZEa_CwXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yKYMW_yBwws/s320/BRYSON+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This was taken with his Diego Camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your shoes? On the ground. I want to go to the lost city with my friends. tom's. they are tom's tom's. ah ah i'm bleeding i'm bleeding...no no...i did it with my sock...i think i'm in trouble. mumble mumble...(anything else you want to say?) when you want to see a picture you see a mit. (a mit? whats a mit?) a mit is when you see a rock or apples. apples some are green and are some are bad. (what about the picture?) the picture is when you see the garden and the angels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-836407487667536148?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/836407487667536148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/toms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/836407487667536148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/836407487667536148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/toms.html' title='tom&apos;s'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYtZEa_CwXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yKYMW_yBwws/s72-c/BRYSON+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-7410142307342214109</id><published>2009-02-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:11:56.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodie'/><title type='text'>Beachbreak Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnVHFtIKPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/g9d9xU6RGL0/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUyC5qPtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gA0_WRkB3q0/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299000392815361746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUyC5qPtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gA0_WRkB3q0/s320/Bryson+Pictures+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you was a pen i wanted to draw with you. i want to draw with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Top Picture) Woah. By the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;(Second One Down) Oh yes. By a boat. Yes. By Mommy. Hmmmm. What is it Mommy&lt;br /&gt;(Third One) Toilet? Was that a toilet?&lt;br /&gt;(Fourth One) Bodie.&lt;br /&gt;(Fifth One) The roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnVGrG9QCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EF9EmjX2T6s/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299000747205935138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnVGrG9QCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EF9EmjX2T6s/s320/Bryson+Pictures+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnVG-TtMjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/BQAlYC4aCso/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299000752359682610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnVG-TtMjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/BQAlYC4aCso/s320/Bryson+Pictures+053.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUx_w6usI/AAAAAAAAAg8/194tlR3fm20/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+049.JPG"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUyYYsfrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sYtO0Zh43uI/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299000398582677170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUyYYsfrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sYtO0Zh43uI/s320/Bryson+Pictures+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUw9jRvOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9AFHFz3CFVQ/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299000374199434466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUw9jRvOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9AFHFz3CFVQ/s320/Bryson+Pictures+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7467992822888160218-7410142307342214109?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7410142307342214109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-was-pen-i-wanted-to-draw-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/7410142307342214109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/7410142307342214109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-was-pen-i-wanted-to-draw-with.html' title='Beachbreak Cafe'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnUyC5qPtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gA0_WRkB3q0/s72-c/Bryson+Pictures+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-8442621505545585834</id><published>2009-02-04T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:45:33.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTPja-QbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ilG7_Eh1yA4/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298998700737970610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTPja-QbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ilG7_Eh1yA4/s320/Bryson+Pictures+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTPF9UAeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wo8Iq9bc2lY/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298998692828938722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTPF9UAeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wo8Iq9bc2lY/s320/Bryson+Pictures+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTOzPUrRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FSKeyFtTqns/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298998687804206354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTOzPUrRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FSKeyFtTqns/s320/Bryson+Pictures+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that one (the one of my uncle Kevin). Mommy, who is him? (he is your gruncle) Gruncle? Is that his house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Mor Mor. I wish we would see Mor Mor. Mommy are we gunna see Mor Mor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy when you was a baby you used to play a drum. You used to play a machine. Mommy you used to blow up balloons for your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7467992822888160218-8442621505545585834?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8442621505545585834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-that-one-one-of-my-uncle-kevin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8442621505545585834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/8442621505545585834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-that-one-one-of-my-uncle-kevin.html' title=''/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYnTPja-QbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ilG7_Eh1yA4/s72-c/Bryson+Pictures+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-4238667534165103560</id><published>2009-02-03T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:12:09.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Santa Barbara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9VTT43GI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sjQSbjJkzE8/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298763504004160610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9VTT43GI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sjQSbjJkzE8/s320/Bryson+Pictures+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky. Thats the jungle. I like them. I want to see an animal like a zebra or a camel. At the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9USH4TBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/46kyo3kg7vU/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298763486505487378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9USH4TBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/46kyo3kg7vU/s320/Bryson+Pictures+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9UEgcsKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sDDLMuOuEI4/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298763482850439330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9UEgcsKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sDDLMuOuEI4/s320/Bryson+Pictures+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7467992822888160218-4238667534165103560?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4238667534165103560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/santa-barbara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4238667534165103560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/4238667534165103560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/santa-barbara.html' title='Santa Barbara'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYj9VTT43GI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sjQSbjJkzE8/s72-c/Bryson+Pictures+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-5419859556141396022</id><published>2009-02-03T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:25:47.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodie'/><title type='text'>Bodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSln8Kp6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/t8iENNv2Z8c/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716505419720610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSln8Kp6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/t8iENNv2Z8c/s320/Bryson+Pictures+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bodie was in the swing and it burned with fire on it...but just pretend. See that smoke. Mommy is that smoke? Oh i will put fire on that psssshhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSlbwazSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/P3sSbNEFA8Q/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716502149221666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSlbwazSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/P3sSbNEFA8Q/s320/Bryson+Pictures+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSk_r4YKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-Fo_t_k0sNE/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716494613995682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSk_r4YKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-Fo_t_k0sNE/s320/Bryson+Pictures+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSkvVy4qI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gPdy35Zo6lk/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716490226393762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSkvVy4qI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gPdy35Zo6lk/s320/Bryson+Pictures+009.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-5419859556141396022?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5419859556141396022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bodie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5419859556141396022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/5419859556141396022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bodie.html' title='Bodie'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjSln8Kp6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/t8iENNv2Z8c/s72-c/Bryson+Pictures+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-9023848445640880142</id><published>2009-02-03T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:24:23.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Cory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjR8RRBlKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E-Rvrlg2eao/s1600-h/Bryson+Pictures+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715794958554274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjR8RRBlKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E-Rvrlg2eao/s400/Bryson+Pictures+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Cory. He's a cool guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-9023848445640880142?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9023848445640880142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/cory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/9023848445640880142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/9023848445640880142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/cory.html' title='Cory'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjR8RRBlKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E-Rvrlg2eao/s72-c/Bryson+Pictures+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467992822888160218.post-6648525182237137048</id><published>2009-02-03T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:12:18.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><title type='text'>My First Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjN8fz4BII/AAAAAAAAAeA/ko1HXJ34s90/s1600-h/bryson+camera+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298711400816313474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjN8fz4BII/AAAAAAAAAeA/ko1HXJ34s90/s400/bryson+camera+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryson bought his first camera today and wanted to start putting pictures up on the computer like mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him why he wanted a camera - he said, "because i want to take pictures"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him why he wanted to take pictures - he said, "because i am a boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post his pictures with his words...no editing..so the next entries will be entirely his words...seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7467992822888160218-6648525182237137048?l=brysonbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6648525182237137048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6648525182237137048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7467992822888160218/posts/default/6648525182237137048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brysonbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-camera.html' title='My First Camera'/><author><name>CarleeKajsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05703204293632684852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/Sgt79rUZlpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gx2PlDPQg2o/S220/garden+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8Y8QyrO1-E/SYjN8fz4BII/AAAAAAAAAeA/ko1HXJ34s90/s72-c/bryson+camera+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
