tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47664017337581775102024-03-13T01:04:11.486-07:00The Brullooly FamilyThe Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-56234806709493736672010-08-18T16:53:00.000-07:002010-08-18T16:53:06.733-07:00The Brullooly's Have Moved!<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, last night I attempted to post K's 16 month post. Blogger wouldn't let me. So, I am switching to WordPress. I started my Project Life blog there, and I really like it, so there you go. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Please follow us here: <a href="http://brunnerfam.wordpress.com/">http://brunnerfam.wordpress.com/</a></span>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-72992382733774989792010-08-12T15:30:00.000-07:002010-08-12T15:30:43.888-07:00The Great Camping Trip<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We took Kenley camping for the first time to at Oxbow Regional Park. It's not far, but we wanted to stay a little close to home, just in case. There was no need to worry because she did great! She had a short nap that day, so bedtime was pretty easy. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I married my best friend. Philip, you're the best and I love you to pieces!<b> </b>Thank you for all you do for Kenley and me!</span></div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-8702131091727424022010-07-23T16:32:00.000-07:002010-07-23T16:32:25.830-07:00Kenley's First Trip to the Coast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJF-BhVaRNLJ3MiOGn0t2PRO47AEQjhHtnn_kKYTWEAz8A-_Ju97bwdag3FynGxe0tMTjpmjBf0ngap3LihDXVWpRCSNQxx3Glx0WPW3g7pn_1pzTpdSzSbTz-p1C10Ty82V_FwejXDmdS/s1600/Coast1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJF-BhVaRNLJ3MiOGn0t2PRO47AEQjhHtnn_kKYTWEAz8A-_Ju97bwdag3FynGxe0tMTjpmjBf0ngap3LihDXVWpRCSNQxx3Glx0WPW3g7pn_1pzTpdSzSbTz-p1C10Ty82V_FwejXDmdS/s320/Coast1.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not so sure how she feels about the sand!</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This past month, you have really started to test your boundaries. You have been saying "uh oh" for a while now, but you finally learned to use it in context...except you purposefully cause the "uh oh's." You'll push your cup off the table..uh oh! You throw your toys...uh oh! You also started hitting. Where do babies get this??? It's not like you've ever seen people being hit. I tell you no, and you just laugh and laugh. What am I going to do with you! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Even though you are pushing boundaries, you have become so much more cuddly and loving this past month. You love to hug my neck and give me kisses. It melts my heart more than anything when you come up to me and give me a hug or kiss that I didn't prompt. You will also actually sit in our laps for more than a half a second. You really love just sitting next to us on the couch. </span></div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You have proven several times this month that you are MORE than capable of walking. You've walked across the living room a couple of times with no problem, not even a waver. But, you still prefer crawling. I guess you'll walk when you are good and ready! I don't know where you get that stubborn streak (Papa)! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We are going to the beach today to celebrate your Papa's 29th birthday...your first time! We are going to have a blast! I love you so much Sweet Baby!</span><br />
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</div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-45414155330460102112010-07-10T22:17:00.000-07:002010-07-10T22:17:53.393-07:00Nana's Visit So Far<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJC78XPjIpzu1DCpt-Z_TdI-LtuIlETnaTRUmA86s8oBHqyeBHGepiDGD8VsEfn_TDKBL5nQHuIQ0myowniJHo1ZcIAZ5e3UDHPRZk9mIPCrLLFH6ofdzhmABhRxh1EOAdW0z23rhYk2Y/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJC78XPjIpzu1DCpt-Z_TdI-LtuIlETnaTRUmA86s8oBHqyeBHGepiDGD8VsEfn_TDKBL5nQHuIQ0myowniJHo1ZcIAZ5e3UDHPRZk9mIPCrLLFH6ofdzhmABhRxh1EOAdW0z23rhYk2Y/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEPlgGqmuD7Yfv3ZgchHcoULNEtBZqXEjEWjWA8Y2-NIGphYd6vB-fNFlvnBoIK9AQmhVDQGIWOD_2wneTgZQTpzoogwHcU8YjairTQgBa6IZdUxtjbBSWOQR19yz6cWTcpFlk3xTOQsr/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEPlgGqmuD7Yfv3ZgchHcoULNEtBZqXEjEWjWA8Y2-NIGphYd6vB-fNFlvnBoIK9AQmhVDQGIWOD_2wneTgZQTpzoogwHcU8YjairTQgBa6IZdUxtjbBSWOQR19yz6cWTcpFlk3xTOQsr/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbKRO8tV534trcQXFNV3dSD3szH-NxuSBkOYD1-EnmwEalmmdi6OFr8CnCse34vGVQhkkEyvY3Ni4to870YD3_zj6ZOnIC9PZ1ocU69Y2l3dI5btvpdNacxD4_dM2N-plVSqJJj6Yuj7-/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbKRO8tV534trcQXFNV3dSD3szH-NxuSBkOYD1-EnmwEalmmdi6OFr8CnCse34vGVQhkkEyvY3Ni4to870YD3_zj6ZOnIC9PZ1ocU69Y2l3dI5btvpdNacxD4_dM2N-plVSqJJj6Yuj7-/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvnlxhkFb5DqZs2PNci_h7b8JsPW3gPw1XOPund2F5EnZ_XpqGRVDtbhqrSFoEAjpVMkQXt2X_9472CLbgN-moIjuJ6D-58ibX7u2Fem78IPKorTmSatHm9g2O9RVtgo3LgozlVG9J6o-/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvnlxhkFb5DqZs2PNci_h7b8JsPW3gPw1XOPund2F5EnZ_XpqGRVDtbhqrSFoEAjpVMkQXt2X_9472CLbgN-moIjuJ6D-58ibX7u2Fem78IPKorTmSatHm9g2O9RVtgo3LgozlVG9J6o-/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" /></a></div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-4620089185445346032010-07-06T22:25:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:25:11.442-07:00Look Who Finally Decided to Walk!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6GZaDc-ACs-CteG9sJgjTYbd19-WPGFfDKgi-oap9j6TA_uvUhAkr14ngq_i6GtVwfYvRy0C5PvGcSesrtw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-69623984800781175772010-07-02T22:25:00.000-07:002010-07-02T22:25:57.493-07:00Kenley's First Trip to the Zoo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For some reason, Phil's company decided to give it's employees today off instead of July 5, like the rest of the business world. So, we took advantage of the odd day off and took Kenley to the zoo for the first time! It was a stifling 61º in Portland today. Yes, it's July and it's still in the 60's (I'll be wishing for this day next week, when it's supposed to be 90º).</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I would never want to put cottage cheese in my mouth. It's gross. My Mom said even as a baby I wouldn't eat it. I even tried it again a couple of months ago, just to see if my tastes had changed...nope, still nasty. </span><b> </b></div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-88872519491385975602010-06-20T13:56:00.000-07:002010-06-20T13:56:18.764-07:00Happy Father's Day!!!!!<div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THE BEST PAPA EVER!!!!!</span></b></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today you are 14 months old! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This month you have continued to amaze me with your ability to pick up on things. You learn so quickly. We really have to watch what we say and do around you :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You still don't want to walk. You can walk. You will walk between your Dad and me if you we prompt you, but you still prefer crawling. You learned to climb on to and off of the couch recently. You think this is really cool. We accidentally learned you can also go down stairs now! You are kind of a little climber. We can no longer use strategically place objects to box you into an area. You can pretty much climb your way out of anything. Luckily, you haven't figured out how to crawl over gates or out of your crib yet!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwe5QmFiisWjRk4lxxb0bBrkx3Erz3KYj3nkuzn7IN_NIPe4pkvlV2h648qQ5sEKisiPksWuAzgy7uTXZMrcx14aGIn1DlDrKwcF1oZrsRmYsDvdfJSDoJXFNQGofnpNCICmgBQ62L7GYa/s1600/dress.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwe5QmFiisWjRk4lxxb0bBrkx3Erz3KYj3nkuzn7IN_NIPe4pkvlV2h648qQ5sEKisiPksWuAzgy7uTXZMrcx14aGIn1DlDrKwcF1oZrsRmYsDvdfJSDoJXFNQGofnpNCICmgBQ62L7GYa/s320/dress.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This past month, your Grandpa Dan moved out of his house in Beaverton in to a house 7 blocks away from you! While we were helping him pack, we found all kinds of cool stuff. Like the dress in the picture above. It was made by your Grandma Signe and used to be Aunt Rachel's! It's still a little big on you, but it was still really cute!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I have a mind like a steel trap. I remember everything. Kindergarten...I remember. Embarrassing story about a family member...I remember. It's fun to be able to recall all those fun moments!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Also, stain fighting...I can get a stain out of anything. Old stain, new stain...I can do it!</span></span>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-91586107799260896822010-06-14T16:48:00.000-07:002010-06-14T16:48:05.267-07:00NaBloPoMo June 14<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>June 14: What are the five best bands you've seen play live?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">1. Radiohead</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2. Sigur Ros </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">3. Flaming Lips</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">4. Elliott Smith</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">5. Wilco</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'd love to hear what my husband's answer is to this question.... </span><b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">June 10, 2010</b><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">: If you could go back in time and meet your 16-year-old self, what three things would you tell yourself?</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2. You're going to miss your Mom, even though you don't think so now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">3. High school doesn't mean anything 2 years after you're done. You won't ever see most of those people ever again. But the ones that mattered will pop back into your life now and again.</span>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-77523660281294123862010-06-07T15:46:00.000-07:002010-06-07T15:46:41.887-07:00NaBloPoMo June 7<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There were no questions over the weekend. </span></span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">June 7: </span> Do you owe an apology to anyone? Why?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Boring, but I don't think I do. If you think I owe you an apology, let me know! </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On a funny random note, when Kenley woke up this morning, she sat in her crib and meowed until I came and got her!</div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-65933522348021794612010-06-04T12:05:00.000-07:002010-06-04T12:06:07.302-07:00NaBloPoMo June 4<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friday, June 4: What's the first thing that pops into your mind when you think of your father?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The safest answer to this is "no comment."</span></div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-69196512934340770672010-06-03T14:12:00.000-07:002010-06-03T14:34:54.337-07:00NaBloPoMo June 3<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">June 3: Define "freedom."</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Freedom....hmmmm. Hard to explain. I think of freedom as doing whatever makes you happy, even if it doesn't fit what most people consider your ideals to be. I always think of this example. Most people would consider me a feminist (as I do myself). When I decided to be a stay at home Mom, some people just couldn't believe a "feminist" would choose to do something that is sooo not female empowering. But that's just the thing. I "choose" to stay at home with my daughter. Doesn't make me any less of a feminist because I choose to spend my time raising my child. I "choose" to do this. The right to choose, whatever it may be, is what I think freedom is. </span> </span></div>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-32381005513858687492010-06-02T22:45:00.000-07:002010-06-02T22:45:09.746-07:00NaBloPoMo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I saw this on someone else's blog, and I liked it, so I am going to do it to. It stands for <a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/">National Blog Posting Month</a>. That would be the month of June. It's a question a day, so I'm a little behind, but I'll do two today!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oddly enough, I always wanted to be a lawyer. I think it stemmed from the fact that people were always telling me I'd make a good one. I wanted to be a lawyer all the way up until I was about 19 and worked for a lawyer. That changed my mind very quickly. She worked all the time and hardly ever got to see her family, and, to be honest, I just don't like to work that hard! I wanted kids and figured it was pointless to have kids if I never got to see them. Thus, I did not become a lawyer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>June 2: </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>What's your favorite poem? (And if you don't have one, why?</b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I'll be back tomorrow with next question!</span></span>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766401733758177510.post-37210149255513702352010-05-23T11:28:00.001-07:002010-05-23T11:33:46.842-07:00Boots!<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Just recently, Kenley has been really into her shoes. Yesterday, she found her imitation Ugg boots. She insisted on wearing them. I thought it was pretty cute!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnsUi0vbhhRSaJd12iT96etzI6aBrr3WRzNvAdMhAgOrslnNapdxAm1HOy2d7MPElNMBcFpWcnAefkhL3IRaCKsGYBkpwTrCWV-K4t7di9At7f9jXzE6Hb4vmHsc8BBNph-1oKuxI8-tL/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnsUi0vbhhRSaJd12iT96etzI6aBrr3WRzNvAdMhAgOrslnNapdxAm1HOy2d7MPElNMBcFpWcnAefkhL3IRaCKsGYBkpwTrCWV-K4t7di9At7f9jXzE6Hb4vmHsc8BBNph-1oKuxI8-tL/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474534472663509778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGsg7CrojA8pjZ1aWbZF9PKR_qgspgiYF-F4bIIS1W7FgAoG-S4VOi0uUULIKJK-5lkq99mOFWUP75nTJ9gIBIBewyuli1b_bHhHc7nUUdpc7dJqQWP5SC6ixKtmwx1YrXBK0t48clzkJ/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGsg7CrojA8pjZ1aWbZF9PKR_qgspgiYF-F4bIIS1W7FgAoG-S4VOi0uUULIKJK-5lkq99mOFWUP75nTJ9gIBIBewyuli1b_bHhHc7nUUdpc7dJqQWP5SC6ixKtmwx1YrXBK0t48clzkJ/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474534462374674114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">This picture is of Kenley's "mean" face. I know it doesn't look very mean, but she thinks it's mean! She makes this face and blows air in and out of her nose. It's very entertaining!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE3O_8mD_1IRxDVqlXci02f8wuuTbTFZ1xaO-p4ax1Fm_AxpzSToSfee0jOcUiDiRKdghrD_jcVTQHlNqPsmx5WZbYr1Mi7u3brMnzLnIOGnTlp-FjxuJrup0ojzBrFMdo1GbVVWGA24a/s1600/Mean.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE3O_8mD_1IRxDVqlXci02f8wuuTbTFZ1xaO-p4ax1Fm_AxpzSToSfee0jOcUiDiRKdghrD_jcVTQHlNqPsmx5WZbYr1Mi7u3brMnzLnIOGnTlp-FjxuJrup0ojzBrFMdo1GbVVWGA24a/s320/Mean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474534458038230898" border="0" /></a>The Brullooly Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034101097506759749noreply@blogger.com0