<?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-2313212716794472189</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:04:41.520-07:00</updated><category term='Becky'/><category term='ER visit'/><category term='Alisha'/><category term='Tianna'/><category term='Jenny'/><category term='Natalie'/><category term='Angie'/><category term='Amber'/><category term='Jennifer'/><category term='Miranda'/><category term='Ashlyn 1 month'/><category term='Janelle'/><category term='Cathy'/><category term='Becca'/><category term='Trisha'/><category term='Heather'/><category term='Jeanne'/><category term='Andrea'/><category term='Robyn'/><title type='text'>COX</title><subtitle type='html'>KEVIN and ROBYN
EST. 2004</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6005007119828176956</id><published>2009-08-28T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:30:05.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Well since everyone keeps asking me about the "stress", I will just tell you. Me and Kevin are going through the big D and I don't mean Dallas. It's a mutual decision between us. Anyway, so with that said, I am starting a new blog and I may make it private, still trying to decide because I HATE private blogs. Anyway, the blog address is http://gityoblogon.blogspot.com. If you will email me at &lt;br /&gt;bobbybop at gmail dot com and let me know if you still want to read about my ever so exciting life please do so I can add you. I am slowly getting everyone transferred from this blog to the next.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep this one as a back up and post things on how Kevin is doing from time to time while he is gone for Military.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6005007119828176956?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6005007119828176956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6005007119828176956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6005007119828176956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6005007119828176956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8785515755273004847</id><published>2009-08-08T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:18:05.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stress...</title><content type='html'>So I have a lot of stress going on in my life. Some of you may know, others may not. Well I am not going to blab all about it on the internet. Lets just say, there is major stress. So with my new found stress I have been dropping the L.B.'s like MAD! I mean 22 in a month... not too shabby. I also have found a new stress reliever. Working out! Who'da thunk it? I have been working out twice a day... that's right, TWICE! Major stress reliever. And when you have PINK blaring on your ipod... even better. So I decided that I wasn't going to take baby steps into the whole working out thing. I jumped in head first. The first night I walked/ran 2.6 miles. That's the most I have done in 2 months. The following morning I walked again for 1.3 miles (had to cut it short because Ashlyn was ready to get out of the stroller). Then that night I biked 4.2 miles... and could've gone more. I had a burst of energy. THEN this morning I got up and went again for 4.2 miles. I felt like a champ. I am sure that sometime it will kick in and I will be sore, but right now I feel great.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't recommend this stress to anyone. I do say that it is a great diet though. But it is what it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8785515755273004847?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8785515755273004847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8785515755273004847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8785515755273004847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8785515755273004847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/stress.html' title='stress...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8014192515233670727</id><published>2009-07-25T16:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:49:20.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It came... whether I wanted it to or not</title><content type='html'>Well last Sunday was Ashlyn's 1st birthday. It was so much fun. I can't believe where the year has gone. She is at such a fun stage and has quite the little personality. We just had our families together for a bbq/party. It wasn't too hot of a day and grandma don-don and grandpa dickie's backyard is shaded so it made it that much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday we gave Ashlyn her new forward facing carseat and she loves it! What a whole new world there is when you don't have to look at a seat. We also bought her a cute cute dress from Andrea Bell (go to bella-boutique.blogspot.com) and put in your order today. She looked so cute in it. I will get pictures posted soon of it. And we are also going to go have her ears pierced. She has been so sick with a UTI and 103 fever for a week and didn't think she needed to be tortured any more.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I look forward to the next year with Ash, and all the ones after that. She is the best baby ever. We love her so much. Happy Birthay ROO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**new changes to blog coming soon, stay posted**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-81.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325769539713&amp;amp;site=widget-81.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325769539713&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p1/3314649325769539713/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325769539713&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p2/3314649325769539713/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325769539713&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p4/3314649325769539713/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8014192515233670727?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8014192515233670727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8014192515233670727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8014192515233670727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8014192515233670727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-came-whether-i-wanted-it-to-or-not_25.html' title='It came... whether I wanted it to or not'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3966728881945194563</id><published>2009-06-23T23:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:30:42.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn</title><content type='html'>Well in about 7 hours from now I will be having someone slit my wrist. Literally. And then they will also slit into my palm. And then when it is all over and done with I will be home snoozing away until it's time to go to Transformers for FREE!!! WOOT WOOT! It should be pretty amazing while I am drugged. Hopefully I don't sleep through the entire thing. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3966728881945194563?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3966728881945194563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3966728881945194563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3966728881945194563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3966728881945194563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-turn.html' title='My turn'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8530088274450344749</id><published>2009-06-05T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:02:36.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>My dad's surgeon ended up being too sick to perform the surgery Tuesday morning, which the news came AFTER he had already been doped up. So he went this morning at 6:00, was taken back and 8:15 and surgery was finished around 11:30. The doctor said everything went really well. Now he has to stay overnight in the hospital and comes home tomorrow. Hopefully this will fix my dad's back problems.&lt;br /&gt;Next up... MY surgery! No I am not getting anything bigger or anything sucked out of me, that will be the next surgeries (hopefully). Anyone want to take a shift with Ashlyn since I won't be able to take care of her for at least a week??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8530088274450344749?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8530088274450344749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8530088274450344749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8530088274450344749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8530088274450344749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8023849537338728964</id><published>2009-06-01T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:11:18.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO...</title><content type='html'>My dad is having some back surgery in the morning. I ask you all to keep him in your prayers. He means THE WORLD to me. I know nothing will go wrong with the surgery because if it did, I am not sure how I would live without him. It's sort of a big surgery so I just ask you to keep him in your thoughts (even if you don't know him). I will post about his surgery later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8023849537338728964?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8023849537338728964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8023849537338728964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8023849537338728964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8023849537338728964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='SO...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3265509302161530250</id><published>2009-06-01T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:31:40.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>"It only hurts if its true" That means when someone accuses you of something and you get defensive and it probably hurts, then its probably true. When someone is trying to help you and calls you out on something and it hurts you and you think about it so much well its probably true about yourself. Deal with it and accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3265509302161530250?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3265509302161530250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3265509302161530250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3265509302161530250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3265509302161530250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7584871837748233512</id><published>2009-05-26T10:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:11:17.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days that didn't start off all to well, and then something else happens and you just EXPLODE? I am sure that we all have and you are lying to yourself if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Well mine was about 2 months ago. I am not going to get into it because it is between me and a great friend. If you don't know the story, you never will. I will just say that I was having a bad day (or 2 or 3) and when this thing happened I SNAPPED! Boy did I snap. At the time I was so wrapped up in madness that I didn't even think of the future between the 2 of us. Since then, I will not say I have consumed all my time by thinking of what I had said, but certain things will trigger my memory of what use to be and I tear up. I was watching the funniest movie, and there I was sitting crying throughout the entire thing while being reminded of what I had done to this person.&lt;br /&gt;The day after this happened I received an email from someone who had not emailed me in forever. When I read the headline, I teared up again. Then I watched the video... bring out the water works. Good thing it was only me and Ashlyn around and she didn't know what the crap mom was doing.&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I blog about this subject now, is because I have alot of emotions going on in my head right now, and the first person that I would usually go complain to, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I have been having mixed emotions about our big move. But the thing that I don't want is to move and still have this between us. I don't even know if this person reads my blog, but if they do... then they do. I just hope all of you can get something out of this video. If it makes you cry, then good. If you have seen it before, watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4WUsr689Y4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4WUsr689Y4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-7584871837748233512?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7584871837748233512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7584871837748233512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7584871837748233512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7584871837748233512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness....'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2603973007029525675</id><published>2009-05-19T21:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:29:42.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 60 days....</title><content type='html'>Ashlyn with her new Horsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ShOGnEF0AII/AAAAAAAAAdY/ja2nVsKvm9w/s1600-h/100_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ShOGnEF0AII/AAAAAAAAAdY/ja2nVsKvm9w/s320/100_1644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337757989035311234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... until Ashlyn turns 1! I can't believe it. Where has the time gone? She is at such a fun age. She mimicks everything we do. She is a jabber box too. She has her "tiny voice" and her "outside voice". She will yell at you if you aren't paying attention to her and the next minute she will be sitting talking to her doll or something in her tiny voice. She also LOVES to be outside. She just sits and looks at everything. She loves it. She also loves to watch her "signing time" videos. She doesn't move when they are on. And I am proud to say that she can sign "dog", and when you ask her what a doggie says she will tell you. It's so cute. Just tonight we were shopping at Albertsons and she was looking at her baby animal book and she started saying "kitty kitty", in her tiny voice. TOO CUTE! She still has no interest in crawling, she loves to lay on her belly, but doesn't want to crawl. She is bound to walk before crawling. We also bought her a horse jumper and she loves it. I will try to post the video on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another topic, we have a busy week ahead of us. This Friday, Kevin's step brother Hakan graduates in Cedar, then on Monday we spend Memorial Day in Morgan, Tuesday Kevin's sister Cassie and foster sister Elena graduate from Fremont and Thursday Tristan gets home from his mission!!! We can't wait!!! I will have to take some pics of what we are going to wear to the airport when he arrives. Then Saturday we are going to RMR with my brother Ryan and his family and then Sunday is Tristan's first welcome home. What a busy week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ShOGm09Z9gI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O9DbdAliROk/s1600-h/100_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ShOGm09Z9gI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O9DbdAliROk/s320/100_1640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337757984973518338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 generations on Mother's Day: Grandma Don-Don (who Ashlyn is named after), Me, Ashlyn and Grama Nae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2603973007029525675?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2603973007029525675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2603973007029525675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2603973007029525675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2603973007029525675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-minus-60-days.html' title='T minus 60 days....'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ShOGnEF0AII/AAAAAAAAAdY/ja2nVsKvm9w/s72-c/100_1644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1558313407285588668</id><published>2009-05-04T10:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:26:26.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!! I'm a military wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sf8lJjWV3JI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ObEe0Bx83Ek/s1600-h/KEVIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sf8lJjWV3JI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ObEe0Bx83Ek/s320/KEVIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332021329867955346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sf8lJq9bU9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/JlZE2X7t6bA/s1600-h/100_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sf8lJq9bU9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/JlZE2X7t6bA/s320/100_1607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332021331910939602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning Kevin had to be in Bountiful around 5:15 to head to Salt Lake with SFC Keegan to finish up some paperwork and have his security clearance interview. I left our house around 8, headed to Draper to watch him be sworn in. Well SFC Keegan text me around 9:30 and said that he still wasn't finished yet. So off to IKEA (for the second time this week, note to everyone, DO NOT attempt IKEA with yourself and a 9 1/2 month old who is teething and doesn't want to be in a stroller). Anyway, so I am shopping my little heart away when they call and say to head on over to the National Guard headquarters. So we get there and we walk into this building that is very deceiving from the outside. If you don't know the building I am talking about it is on the East side of the Freeway just before Bangerter with the jet on a stick in front.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we go in and they take Kevin down to get his uniform and then back down to the offices.&lt;br /&gt;So we go in and talk about his contract and things and then they take us back out into the lobby and that is where they swear you in. I had mixed emotions while they were doing this, but the end result was PROUD! It does my heart good to see Kevin in his uniform.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back into the room to finish some paperwork and in walks Mike... the reason for all of this... sorry you had to miss the swearing in Mike! Anyway, then SFC Keegan took us all to lunch and we talked for a while longer about the upcoming events which are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin leaves to Boot Camp on Sept 22nd. He actually leaves the 21st to stay overnight in SLC and then leaves the next day. He will be in Ft Jackson, South Carolina for 10 weeks. Then he will head to either Ft Huachuca, AZ for 17 weeks to learn his MOS (Human Intelligence Collector) or Monterrey, CA for 63 weeks to learn his language (which is Arabic). So we will be gone for a while. Me and Ash don't get to go to South Carolina with him, until he graduates, but we will be in AZ and Cali with him. I am so excited to move but at the same time it will kill me to leave OUR families and friends. In case you are wondering about driving out to visit us, both AZ and CA are 13 hours from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks again to everyone who is supporting us in this adventure. We are excited to see where this will take us. I am excited to have the benefits and hopefully be able to have the so needed surgery on my hands! It has been long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to Runs Fast (Mike) &amp; Ari, about talking to us about this. I hope our bonus for you will come in handy for that little princess you are waiting for. And if you get Abeni while we are gone, you WILL come and bring her to visit us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Holy Smoke in Layton, where all of this started... and your great food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1558313407285588668?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1558313407285588668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1558313407285588668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1558313407285588668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1558313407285588668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-official-im-military-wife.html' title='It&apos;s official!! I&apos;m a military wife!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sf8lJjWV3JI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ObEe0Bx83Ek/s72-c/KEVIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3773938007994346577</id><published>2009-04-28T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:19:54.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can I get a WOOT WOOT</title><content type='html'>Dear ROBYN :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your recent application for the Big Game Drawing.  Your results are:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Appl #  Hunt #                                 Result&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;738***  *** GENERAL BUCK                       SUCCESSFUL for hunt 995 NORTHERN            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FINALLY GOING HUNTING!!!!!!! I have had my blue card for almost 5 years, but something has always come up and I haven't been able to go. Well this year I will either be living in Cali or Arizona but will fly home to go, nothing can stop me this time! I am so excited! Leave me a comment of your hunting excursions through a girl's point of view. It's always been just the guys that go and us girl's (plus Kestin, Wyatt &amp; Tyson)who all end up at the Olive Garden while they are gone. Well I will gladly miss that this year. WOOT WOOT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3773938007994346577?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3773938007994346577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3773938007994346577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3773938007994346577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3773938007994346577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-get-woot-woot.html' title='can I get a WOOT WOOT'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6649023964215908021</id><published>2009-04-20T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:30:19.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ROO is 9 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Seysp1P_WoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rn1AE48Xv1A/s1600-h/100_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Seysp1P_WoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rn1AE48Xv1A/s320/100_1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326822293941213826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlyn at the Treehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Seysptm0h_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/W2FtHzExN2E/s1600-h/100_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Seysptm0h_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/W2FtHzExN2E/s320/100_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326822291889489906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlyn on the scooter on Easter with Uncle Bud (you can't tell but she is really sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go? She is already 9 months! She has been such a sick little girl (again) for the last couple of weeks. We took her to the doctor last Friday and she has an ear infection, sore throat, she's been throwing up and her gums are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; swollen. I wish those darn teeth would just pop through already. She has been teething for about 4 months now... AARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is at such a fun age. She is the happiest baby, even while sick. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; shows some interest in crawling. She gets on her hands and knees and scoots backwards. She goes all over the floor that way and I just sit and laugh it is too cute. She also will rock back and forth so I am sure in the next little bit she will be crawling the right way. She also loves to stand. Whenever she is near the computer she stares at it looking for pictures of herself. (They are our screensaver, obviously) She also loves to watch Signing Time and doesn't take her eyes off it. She even dances to it. She loves pattycake and sings along with you. If you aren't paying attention to her she fake coughs or amkes an eh sound to get you to look at her. She also likes to scare the dogs... they are afraid of her. She laughs so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash is so fun. I love being a mom. Kevin loves being a dad. It's going to be hard for Kevin to be away from her for 10 weeks, and it's going to be hard to take her away from our families after that for however long we are gone. (we hopefully will know by this time next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who is supporting us in this adventure in our lives. I know it's what we are suppose to be doing right now, even if I am having a hard time coming to terms with being a Military Wife. I am going to miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my friends, and hopefully you will all continue to stalk me as I will continue to stalk all of you (except for those who have deleted me... you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6649023964215908021?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6649023964215908021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6649023964215908021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6649023964215908021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6649023964215908021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/roo-is-9-months.html' title='ROO is 9 months!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Seysp1P_WoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rn1AE48Xv1A/s72-c/100_1578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2201843200714273792</id><published>2009-04-09T15:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:00:36.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News/ Bad News</title><content type='html'>So this is going to be a blog about the events in our lives right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: Ashlyn's eye doctor appointment went REALLY well. The doctor saw no need for glasses as of right now.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: Because of our family history with eyesight, she has to keep going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: Elder Cox (Kevin's younger brother Tristan) gets home in 49 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: Kevin might not be here for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: Kevin is taking the ASVAB test on Tuesday. (When he took it in High School he passed with flying colors and had recruiters knocking on his door)&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: High School was over 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: If he passes the ASVAB, he joins the National Guard. :)&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: If he passes the ASVAB, he joins the National Guard. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: If he scores good on the ASVAB, he can choose pretty much whatever job he wants.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: If he doesn't get a good score, they tell him what job he can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: Basic training is ONLY 10 weeks long.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: He has to leave me and Ashlyn for 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: After basic training he will go to school to learn a career.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: If his school is over 8 weeks (which it most likely will be) we will be moving away with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: While Kevin is gone I get a housing and food allowance.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: I don't want to move somewhere and live alone while he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: We get 100% medical and dental coverage!!&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: I have to choose new doctors on base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: He most likely won't have to go to Iraq!!&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: He could be deployed somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: If he passes the language test, he can go to school to learn a language!&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: We will be living away much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: Everyone LOVES a man in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: It's not the uniform I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS: We have prayed our little hearts out that this is the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS: We have to leave our families while we embark on this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE ARMY NATIONAL GUARD... YOU CAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2201843200714273792?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2201843200714273792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2201843200714273792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2201843200714273792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2201843200714273792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News/ Bad News'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8828406088692039198</id><published>2009-04-05T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:02:20.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good song</title><content type='html'>So I heard this song on the ACM's tonight and I had tears in my eyes almost the entire time. Mainly because of the upcoming event that is going to happen in me and Kevin's life. I am scared, nervous, excited and also know this is the best for our family right now. I will explain more after we meet with someone on Tuesday. ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LuLvlp1Pao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LuLvlp1Pao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8828406088692039198?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8828406088692039198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8828406088692039198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8828406088692039198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8828406088692039198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-song.html' title='Good song'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5707508629747979208</id><published>2009-04-01T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:49:42.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash's eye</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow we take Ashlyn down to Primary Children's to meet with Dr Dries, an opthalmologist. I am SO nervous. Her left eye is lazy and our Pediatrician said "that's not a good thing". Bad eye sight runs in our families. I don't want to have to worry about glasses for Ashlyn at such a young age (if they even do that) nor do I want to think of surgery. I mean she is only 8 1/2 months old for pete's sake. ARGH! Wish us luck! And we love prayers too!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you look at some of her pictures you can see it... it is so sad cause she is so dang cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5707508629747979208?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5707508629747979208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5707508629747979208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5707508629747979208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5707508629747979208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/ashs-eye.html' title='Ash&apos;s eye'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8550518282242939485</id><published>2009-03-27T16:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:11:54.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM thought for the day</title><content type='html'>I got this off a friends blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop, drop and roll does not work in Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought it was great. Be prepared for more random daily thoughts from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8550518282242939485?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8550518282242939485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8550518282242939485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8550518282242939485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8550518282242939485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thought-for-day.html' title='RANDOM thought for the day'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8897795566238034028</id><published>2009-03-20T18:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:40:43.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ScQ3OEJtBBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aaYLtTnXNkM/s1600-h/100_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ScQ3OEJtBBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aaYLtTnXNkM/s320/100_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315434174976164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yesterday was completely hectic and I didn't get to make a post for Ashlyn's 8 month birthday. So here it is... don't you just love her first piggy tails? Yes, I know... she is TOTALLY adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8897795566238034028?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8897795566238034028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8897795566238034028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8897795566238034028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8897795566238034028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-late.html' title='A day late...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/ScQ3OEJtBBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aaYLtTnXNkM/s72-c/100_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2953008074711689794</id><published>2009-03-16T15:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:49:54.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day  my life changed forever</title><content type='html'>So 17 years ago today, my life changed forever. I was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes, or type I diabetes. Stupid Disease. I was 12 years old and had no idea what that meant. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;In November of 1991 my Grandma Creager was hospitalized. I use to spend EVERY night there with my mom. My mom started noticing how often I was going to the bathroom and that I was extremely thirsty. I also had the flu pretty severe and dropped quite a bit of weight, which no 6th grader needed to lose.&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday March 13th, 1992 my brother picked me up from school and told me that my Grandma had died. I was so sad. My dad's sister and her family flew in for the funeral. On Monday March 16th, I had a doctor's appointment up at Herfordshire with Dr. Wood.&lt;br /&gt;So we get there and we are back in the room and my mom asks him to check my blood sugar. OUCH! not only did they do it once, but they did it twice! It took a few minutes to get the results back but when he came into the room, I knew that something was wrong. He said "You have juvenile diabetes". I was 12, and never heard about that before. My grandma who had just died had it, and I was scared to death! He said that my blood sugars were at 625, not good, and that I needed to get up to the hospital A.S.A.P. So me, mom and dad all left the office, all crying, and drove over to my Grandma's house where everyone was cleaning. We walked in, tear stricken faces, and told them what was going on. My Uncle Cliff was there and he helped my dad give me a blessing. So we head home, I shower, get some things packed... like my favorite barbie and head to the hospital. Still terrified.&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the St Ben's (Ogden Regional) Monday night and got me all checked in. They checked my blood sugars again and I was still scary high. My mom spent the night with me and the next morning they had me giving myself shots. That first one was a kicker, and I did it in my leg. So scared.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward until now and I have been all over the board. I have had the highest blood sugars and been hospitalized. I have had the lowest blood sugars, passed out while driving and wrecked my jeep. I have been severely depressed, even suicidal. And I have been the happiest in my life. I have been crippled as an old lady with neuropathy where I couldn't walk and rode in a wheelchair most places.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change what  I have been through with diabetes. I think it has made me stronger and have more sympathy for those with terminal illnesses. I could have a disease much worse than diabetes, so I am thankful that this is all I have.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I really want to teach others about this disease. I want to get my R.N. so that I can go on to be a diabetic educator. I understand what others are going through. Lots of people I know that are diabetics have either been so tight with their regimen that they don't know how it is to be "out of control". I was told NEVER to try and get pregnant because they said neither me or the baby would make it through the delivery. Well guess what, I started really caring for myself and I had a very healthy baby. And I plan to have another, but won't push myself beyond 2.&lt;br /&gt;This post is mainly for me. I like to talk about this disease that I use to hide from everyone. I met a little girl the other night that had this little pouch on her pocket and I saw some tubing. I went over and asked her if she had an insulin pump. She said yes and so I showed her mine. She was so excited. She said "mom look! She has one too!" She was only about 6 and had been diagnosed at the age of 4. I told her that only special people got to wear these. We are special, and she made my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2953008074711689794?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2953008074711689794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2953008074711689794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2953008074711689794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2953008074711689794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-my-life-changed-forever.html' title='The day  my life changed forever'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1238402466091139911</id><published>2009-03-11T19:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:51:57.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST family pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949604360603&amp;amp;site=widget-9b.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949604360603&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/p1/3026418949604360603/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949604360603&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/p2/3026418949604360603/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949604360603&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/p4/3026418949604360603/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" 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/2313212716794472189-1238402466091139911?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1238402466091139911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1238402466091139911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1238402466091139911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1238402466091139911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/cox-family.html' title='FIRST family pictures'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-362497118470859532</id><published>2009-03-08T13:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:08:53.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay tuned...</title><content type='html'>... new ever so adorable pictures of Ashlyn coming soon. I know you can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-362497118470859532?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/362497118470859532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=362497118470859532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/362497118470859532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/362497118470859532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay tuned...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1053103448431422568</id><published>2009-03-08T12:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:50:05.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Dinner @ La Ferrovia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SbQRgghe51I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6uBbYCJOVYE/s1600-h/100_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SbQRgghe51I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6uBbYCJOVYE/s320/100_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310889110760515410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left: Jessica, Holly, Bazzle (Barry), MO (Mande), Me, Kevin, Rob, Tori, Ari, Runs Fast (Mike), Cathy, Wade &amp;amp; Povey (Quent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I got a group of us together to go to dinner for my birthday (which was last Sunday for those of you who forgot; wink wink) at La Ferrovia. It was SO much fun to be with a group of my closest friends (except Katie &amp;amp; Jared who dogged us for the land of warmth, they are forgiven THIS time). We spent a few hours just sitting eating and B.S.'ing since most of them haven't seen each other for years.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun evening friends! Let's keep it up and do it more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. aren't you glad that I keep in touch with everyone so I can bring us all together for happy times? and food? You are all welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1053103448431422568?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1053103448431422568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1053103448431422568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1053103448431422568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1053103448431422568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-dinner-la-ferrovia.html' title='Birthday Dinner @ La Ferrovia'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SbQRgghe51I/AAAAAAAAAb0/6uBbYCJOVYE/s72-c/100_1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2928813753493540626</id><published>2009-03-02T10:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:21:06.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really? I'm 29?</title><content type='html'>Well another year has come and gone. I just can't believe that I am 29! Where has the time gone? My birthday was a busy day. We had Kevin's step brother with us for the weekend, my brother Randy and Vicki came to town, and my sister Raelyn was getting back from Kentucky. It was a busy day. We had taco salads for dinner... yummy... then we had Kevin's family and my family over for cake and ice cream. It was a good time. Mom and Raelyn made the best cake called "death by chocolate"... WOWZA'S, it was fab. I got some pretty decent presents too. I didn't get a Barbie, so now I have to go buy my own.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin bought me my BIG GAME HUNTING LICENSE!!! YAY!!! I have had my blue card for 4 years now and I have wanted to go every year but something has come up. Well not this year. I am going with my dad and brothers. (Kevin lost his blue card so he can't hunt this year)&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought me a mirror from RC Willey's (which you should all go on their website and look at the discount section. This mirror was regularly either $300 or $500 and we got it for... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$9.99!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you read that correctly. They have major things on sale there. She also bought me the new Anita Stansfield book "Winds of Hope". I got the first 2 for Christmas from my mom and I just found out there is a 4th book coming out too!! YES!! Anyway, she is also buying me a belt which I am in desperate need of. &lt;br /&gt;Randy and Vicki gave me a gift card to dinner, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Then Kevin's family game me some moola so I can go buy me some running shoes. I will announce it right here that I am going to run a 5k on Memorial Day in Syracuse! That's right folks, I am gonna be a runner, but only for a short time. I have always wanted to run a 5k and now I am going to. I am a little nervous, but thanks to a couple of friends suggestions (Tori and Jane) I think I can train to do it right. I don't have any desire like Jennie and Tyson to run 26 miles... Eck, so I will be content with the 5k. Plus, I really need to get back into shape so this will be a double bonus.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. I will be expecting your gifts in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sawhe2WhRqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LD8VOwjl0PA/s1600-h/100_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sawhe2WhRqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LD8VOwjl0PA/s320/100_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308654874632734370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MO and Holly made me some cute blocks that say Family on the front and Friend on the back. They are purdy talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SawhemdURiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UDvVd8exSwA/s1600-h/100_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SawhemdURiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UDvVd8exSwA/s320/100_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308654870366275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and dad got me a new skirt for church and an adorable angel that is holding a baby. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sawhd_l_rfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DdzumTgq850/s1600-h/100_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sawhd_l_rfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DdzumTgq850/s320/100_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308654859933691378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running Shoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2928813753493540626?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2928813753493540626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2928813753493540626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2928813753493540626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2928813753493540626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-im-29.html' title='Really? I&apos;m 29?'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sawhe2WhRqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LD8VOwjl0PA/s72-c/100_1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1517170115192625430</id><published>2009-02-26T16:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:26:40.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we do for pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SacylLtJQAI/AAAAAAAAAas/iIWKuPcuVOw/s1600-h/100_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SacylLtJQAI/AAAAAAAAAas/iIWKuPcuVOw/s320/100_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307266300258107394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Kodi comforting Roxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sacyk3wcuDI/AAAAAAAAAak/rYt67M63nYc/s1600-h/100_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/Sacyk3wcuDI/AAAAAAAAAak/rYt67M63nYc/s320/100_1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307266294903257138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Sick little Roxi&lt;br /&gt;What a week... and it's only Thursday. Let me rewind. Monday night I went with my sister to Walmart to get a few things for her trip to Kentucky. Well we forgot our coupons so we had Kevin bring them to us. So after we finished shopping there me and Raelyn had to make one more stop before heading home so we sent Kevin home.&lt;br /&gt;Well when we arrived home I saw the chairs pulled away from the dining table and something on the floor underneath. At first I just saw our socks, which is normal, but then I saw some shining packaging. As Kevin is getting the stuff out we realize that it was the sheets that his Advil Cold &amp;amp; Sinus were on, only it was empty. Instantly my heart sank. We decided that she had eaten 4 pills, not good for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin says that we need to induce vomiting. I didn't have a clue how to do this but Kevin did. So he brings Roxi into the bathroom and sticks her in the tub and has the hydrogen peroxide. This made me even sicker. So he holds her in the bathtub and I have to be the mean one that injects it in her mouth. So we do the deed and a few minutes later the heaving begins. If you know me, I don't handle crap like that so out of the bathroom I go.&lt;br /&gt;Well she ends up throwing up again and I tell Kevin that we need to call the ER vet. So I take Roxi in the bedroom with me because she just looks miserable and Kevin calls the vet. Well they say that we need to bring her in. So at midnight, I ask my mom if she would be willing to go lay in our room by Ashlyn so that I can go be with Roxi, if things should turn sour.&lt;br /&gt;So we arrive at the vet and we tell them the story and Dr. Sweeney tells us all the things that could possibly happen to her: ulcers, kidney failure, dehyrdration, loss of appetite, seizures. Now I am already a bawling mess at this point so to hear that just made it worse. I prayed my heart out for little Roxi. Now if you have read previous posts, then you know this isn't the first stupid thing that Roxi has eaten... light bulbs, half pan of brownies, chalk, etc... but this time it really scared me.&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor tells us that the next 24 hours she really need to be monitored for the reasons above and that we need to check her pulse also and make sure that it isn't too slow, or too fast. So they give Roxi her first dose of Charcoal to help filter the poison and a shot of Pepcid AC. Then he tells us that we will need to give her 3 more doses of Charcoal at home every 8 hours, followed by a dose of Pepcid once a day, Misoprostol 3 times a day and a dose of sucralfate 3 times a day also. BUT none of these should be taken together and they should be at least  hours apart... and I thought having a baby made you lose sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So we head home and that night was MISERABLE! We decided to let Roxi sleep in our bed because if she was having a seizure we wouldn't know if she slept on her pillow on the floor. So we are sleeping and I feel Roxi bolt to the floor and then she starts heaving... twice. And it looked bloody. I was trying to be a big girl and look but inside I was heaving myself. All the while Ashlyn isn't sleeping good either and was awake every 2 hours. So NO SLEEP THERE EITHER! Well Roxi ended up puking I am guessing about 6 more times in the next few hours. She has also pee'd on the floor 4 times which sucks because she has never had accidents in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Well I will skip ahead, but she has puked everyday, won't eat and trying to give her the meds is retarded. She hates it. She is so lethargic which is sad because she is our playful dog so to see her laying around makes me cry even more. It is also affecting Kodi because she is his buddy and he loves to wrestle with her, but he won't even touch her right now. He just mopes right along the side of her.&lt;br /&gt;The good news, is that we bought some food that comes in what looks like a toothpaste tube and she has successfully kept down 2 teaspoons... for 4 hours. YAY! Hopefully we can keep this going and maybe she will be back to solids by the weekend. Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Well I love my dogs and I will do anything for them. When we bought our first dog Tugg, who we had to put to sleep at 1 1/2 months because of hydrocephalus, me and Kevin both slept on the kitchen floor next to him. Now I think that is love. I just hope that Roxi progresses more because it is killing Kevin inside too. Roxi is HIS dog. She loves him. And to not even have her give us kisses because she is so sick, just tears us both us inside.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is the big prelude to my birthday weekend. There won't be much celebrating going on around here because we can't leave Roxi alone until she is off her meds... next Monday. UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1517170115192625430?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1517170115192625430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1517170115192625430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1517170115192625430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1517170115192625430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-we-do-for-pets.html' title='Things we do for pets'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SacylLtJQAI/AAAAAAAAAas/iIWKuPcuVOw/s72-c/100_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2143642746432931153</id><published>2009-02-20T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:58:20.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albertson's Hot Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ-VkRNbQhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/kxrL1Ossdjk/s1600-h/100_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ-VkRNbQhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/kxrL1Ossdjk/s320/100_1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305123336393277970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This was an amazing trip to the store. We got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5   Crescent Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4   Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9   Toaster Strudels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10 Warm Delights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2   Bottles of Tums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6   Tubs of Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10 Boxes of Cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4   Cookie Pouches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2   Bags Albertson chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6   Nature Valley Granola Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;16 Fruit snacks (all sorts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5   Cake Mixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8   Muffin Mixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2   20 oz Diet Cokes (because we deserved them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred Savings     $102.02&lt;br /&gt;Coupons Tendered    $120.50&lt;br /&gt;Total Paid                   $  63.56&lt;br /&gt;Total Savings              $222.52&lt;br /&gt;Bought    89 items&lt;br /&gt;so if you were to break it down per item, we paid .71 cents an item. Not to SHABBY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2143642746432931153?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2143642746432931153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2143642746432931153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2143642746432931153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2143642746432931153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/albertsons-hot-buy.html' title='Albertson&apos;s Hot Buy'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ-VkRNbQhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/kxrL1Ossdjk/s72-c/100_1410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2732379608100190752</id><published>2009-02-19T12:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:34:12.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash is 7 months!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! 7 months! She is getting so big and surprises us all the time with the new things that she learns. She is still the best baby. She has been so sick this past little while and she still doesn't fuss. She also has found her voice and LOVES it. It is so cute. I can be rocking her to sleep and she will open her eyes and just start talking away. I am trying to capture it on video and will post it. She is so dang cute. When she wakes up she just starts talking and then as soon as you look into her crib she gets the biggest smile on her face. Oh I could just eat her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days ago she wouldn't sit up and then yesterday we sat her on the floor to try and get her to do it and she did. She just sat there like a big girl for so long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2xKIX_yWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1NsO557x2fg/s1600-h/IMG00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2xKIX_yWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1NsO557x2fg/s1600-h/IMG00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2xKIX_yWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1NsO557x2fg/s320/IMG00297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304590723717253474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also LOVES her tongue. We call this her little Gene Simmons. She is so funny when she sticks it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2xJ1R64sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NYrCL-iTKAE/s1600-h/IMG00281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2xJ1R64sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NYrCL-iTKAE/s320/IMG00281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304590718591492802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also likes to drink out of her sippy cup. We also have a little tiny stein that she likes to drink out of. It is about the size of a shot glass and she just devours her drinks out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2wakCztDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/vgLtaXByKyg/s1600-h/100_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2wakCztDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/vgLtaXByKyg/s320/100_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589906510853170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what would be a post without funny pictures? We have many pictures of our family in these glasses, so when I stumbled upon them the other day I couldn't pass up the opportunity to put them on Ashlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2waG7V6mI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qJ8QcVq3mFw/s1600-h/100_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2waG7V6mI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qJ8QcVq3mFw/s320/100_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589898694912610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so good to just sit there and let mommy get a good laugh out of it. Happy 7 months ROO! We can't wait to see what you learn next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2wZz0MkCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/w0yAut57l6g/s1600-h/100_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2wZz0MkCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/w0yAut57l6g/s320/100_1405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589893564665890" 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/2313212716794472189-2732379608100190752?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2732379608100190752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2732379608100190752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2732379608100190752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2732379608100190752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-is-7-months.html' title='Ash is 7 months!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZ2xKIX_yWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1NsO557x2fg/s72-c/IMG00297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6016763836159204920</id><published>2009-02-15T20:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:36:40.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house of terror</title><content type='html'>So this weekend we had my brother and his friend in town and they brought their big dog with them. His name was Fallon and he was a scary dog. Now if you don't know my dogs Kodi, he is a shi-tzu and yorkie mix... but think he is a rottweiler. Roxi is a mini schnauzer... thinks she is a boxer. Well they didn't look so tough with the new dog in their territory. He would kick his legs back and dig like he was a bull... Kodi and Roxi were terrified. They will now be in therapy for years to come after dealing with this massive dog. I have in cluded a picture for you to see this tank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZjdnc4dozI/AAAAAAAAAYk/De6Gi4bjq_s/s1600-h/100_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZjdnc4dozI/AAAAAAAAAYk/De6Gi4bjq_s/s320/100_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232231066411826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a little tiny yorkie. My dogs are babies. Doesn't he look like a Boyd's Bear? Fallon was too cute... and Vicki, you will get my bill for the therapy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6016763836159204920?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6016763836159204920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6016763836159204920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6016763836159204920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6016763836159204920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-of-terror.html' title='house of terror'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SZjdnc4dozI/AAAAAAAAAYk/De6Gi4bjq_s/s72-c/100_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-854706161486644716</id><published>2009-02-09T10:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:46:52.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash being a big girl</title><content type='html'>So Ash first rolled over at about 2 weeks old, she almost rolled right off the cabinet but my leg caught her. She has been such a wiggle worm the last little while and we knew that this day would be approaching us fast. Well the first time that she rolled over she did for Kevin. So we all went in to stand around and watch her and NOTHING! I recorded for 20 minutes and she wouldn't do a thing. So then while we were gone shopping Kevin bust out the recorder when she started rolling over and over so he got this. So then when we got home he had her on the floor and we all stood out of sight and she did it! Now she won't stop!! I love it! But I am so sad that she is getting so big... I can't believe it's been almost 7 months! Time Flies... Enjoy my little Roo's video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66ecb968f26ec770" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66ecb968f26ec770%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331575767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C45388F4E8064F6D635DBC211639EF899DE6F25.5117FEBD5FD59DA1FDE44C3508930217078B1AEE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66ecb968f26ec770%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DivEZUIDjTzhVkGWdQUq1lGt1y3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66ecb968f26ec770%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331575767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C45388F4E8064F6D635DBC211639EF899DE6F25.5117FEBD5FD59DA1FDE44C3508930217078B1AEE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66ecb968f26ec770%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DivEZUIDjTzhVkGWdQUq1lGt1y3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-854706161486644716?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=66ecb968f26ec770&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/854706161486644716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=854706161486644716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/854706161486644716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/854706161486644716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-being-big-girl.html' title='Ash being a big girl'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4168927130563250396</id><published>2009-02-04T11:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:32:06.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Savy Saver</title><content type='html'>So if you are like me and my sister you LOVE to coupon shop. My sister has this friend who created a website to show us some of her tips on how she saves. Her savings are incredible and yours can be too. So if you want to pop on over or bookmark her page, the link is &lt;a href="http://savysaver.blogspot.com"&gt;http://savysaver.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. So here is my shout out Cami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-4168927130563250396?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4168927130563250396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4168927130563250396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4168927130563250396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4168927130563250396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-out-savy-saver.html' title='Check out Savy Saver'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5854957887806306827</id><published>2009-02-02T10:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:08:41.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day is when???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SYcz-ZHXuQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/60nIco8fnbM/s1600-h/100_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SYcz-ZHXuQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/60nIco8fnbM/s320/100_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298260633611385090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SYcz-e0iZNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HtdPOkH0I08/s1600-h/100_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SYcz-e0iZNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HtdPOkH0I08/s320/100_1371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298260635143005394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, about a week ago Kevin tells me he "made a mistake" but wouldn't tell me what it was. I was really getting so mad at him because he wouldn't tell me. Well Friday I came up from my grandma's and I look on the table and there is a box that has my name on it from a place called "proflowers". So I open the box up and this is what I found. 2 dozen roses!! So I walk down to see Kevin and he said "That is what I screwed up on. I had a brain fart and thought that Valentine's was on the 2nd". I started laughing so hard. At least he even thought about it. So here are my Groundhog's Day flowers. They are gorgeous. Thanks Babe. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5854957887806306827?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5854957887806306827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5854957887806306827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5854957887806306827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5854957887806306827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-when.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day is when???'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SYcz-ZHXuQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/60nIco8fnbM/s72-c/100_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-372751900103223682</id><published>2009-01-22T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:12:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High school</title><content type='html'>1. DID YOU DATE SOMEONE FROM YOUR SCHOOL? Just someone? NO I dated lots of someone's from school... The list is too long to name them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT KIND OF CAR DID YOU DRIVE? I drove the DODGE!!! Yeah, I totally thought I was cool. At least all the guys liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DID YOU PASS YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE TEST YOUR FIRST TRY? Barely. My test was right after Kent's funeral and I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WERE YOU A PARTY ANIMAL? Define party animal... No I didn't drink or any of that stuff but I was pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WERE YOU CONSIDERED A FLIRT?  I was more of a TEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WERE YOU IN BAND, ORCHESTRA, OR CHOIR? Yup, I was in choir my sophomore year. And President too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WERE YOU A NERD? No I was an all-around girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WERE YOU ON ANY VARSITY TEAMS? Varsity loud mouth maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DID YOU EVER GET SUSPENDED/EXPELLED? Heck no! Officer Creager was on my side, plus everyone (who didn't know me) thought he was my real dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CAN YOU STILL SING THE FIGHT SONG? Um, I never could to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHO WERE YOUR FAVORITE TEACHERS? There are so many... I loved Mr Horne aka "daddy", I liked Teacher Karen (child care), JO (agriculture) Mr Thompson (gym) Deann (dance) and Mr Geoff (choir)... can't think of others at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHERE DID YOU SIT FOR LUNCH?  Wherever... either in the cafeteria or I would grab a bite to eat on my way back from the ATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR SCHOOL'S FULL NAME? Fremont High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR SCHOOL'S MASCOT AND COLORS? Wolf, burgundy, blue &amp;amp; silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHO WAS HOMECOMING ROYALTY? um... who cares? The only one I can remember is the one who wore her tennis shoes under her dress. As for names, again, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. IF YOU COULD GO BACK AND DO IT AGAIN WOULD YOU? Only because I miss the friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER MOST ABOUT GRADUATION? I remember the dedication to those who passed on... it was pretty sweet. But I was also bitter because I didn't get to be with my real best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHERE DID YOU GO SENIOR SKIP DAY? I went to school, sadly I had A LOT of credits to make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WERE YOU IN ANY CLUBS? nope, I really wasn't happy in school so I didn't want to be any more apart of it than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU GAINED SOME WEIGHT SINCE THEN?  Well after graduation I lost A LOT of weight and then I gained most of it back when I started caring about my diabetes. But I am slowly, but surely, losing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO WAS YOUR PROM DATE? Cotillion date? His name was Brandon Anderson and he was from Layton. He was only 16 (yes I robbed the cradle) but I was really into him. And we have stayed friends all these years and he even served his mission with another of my ex's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ARE YOU PLANNING ON GOING TO YOUR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION? I did go to the 10. I was really looking forward to going but then something happened about a week before and so I was pretty unhappy there. I wish we would have a 15 and go have a picnic or something so we can meet everyone's family (hint, hint Natalie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DID YOU HAVE A JOB IN HIGH SCHOOL? not until the middle of senior year, and it was Harmons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WERE YOU AN HONOR STUDENT? hahaha, i never had over a 3.0, until senior year. then it was nothing under a 3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Did you take Seminary? Yes I did. Bro Hall- sophomore, Bro Hadley- junior and Bro Happy Ditton- senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR MOST FUN TIME? I just loved the friendships. Anything with my friends was great. And the dances... especially ALL of us piled into a suburban and playing at West Weber elem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WERE YOU CONSIDERED SHY OR OUTGOING? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; not shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. ANY LAST MEMORIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE? Well a few more fond memories were stealing signs, stealing things off people's houses (roy high rival's houses), dragging the vard, going to Fresh, being friends with everyone, dying our hair, having crush after crush after crush on the guys, not having a care in the world, hanging out at Pilot, dances, stomps, sluffing at Layton at layton and clearfield, going to Sill's for breakfast, going to Big Z's, rodeo's, the fair, dating, dating, dating and causing good mischief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-372751900103223682?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/372751900103223682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=372751900103223682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/372751900103223682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/372751900103223682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-school_22.html' title='High school'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2214546228056726758</id><published>2009-01-19T21:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:18:34.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6 months ROO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SXVOwtkiaTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fyaLRXZGAdQ/s1600-h/100_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SXVOwtkiaTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fyaLRXZGAdQ/s320/100_1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293223535817419058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SXVOwUxXGmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IBqGcTrqMGM/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SXVOwUxXGmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IBqGcTrqMGM/s320/100_1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293223529160317538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Ashlyn's 6 month Birthday. Seriously, where does the time go? She is so much fun and SUCH a happy girl. She still doesn't fuss and it is great. She sleeps at least 9 hours at night and is so close to rolling over... it will be any day now. She also can sit by herself for about 3 seconds. Her favorite game is to grab onto Uncle Bud's goatee and scream, then he screams and she screams even louder. It is so cute. She loves him. We go to the doctor on Friday for her shots and check-up. Not looking forward to that, but at least daddy will be there this time to help comfort her. We also have gone for 4 months with no breathing problems... until tonight. She was upstairs just playing on the floor and she started flailing and arching her back and then her face turned red. So I pick her up and run downstairs and get my mom and sister and we start suctioning her and she just keeps struggling for a breath for about 10 - 15 minutes. It is so scary... for both me and her. ARGH! When will it ever end??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday little ROO... Mommy and Daddy love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2214546228056726758?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2214546228056726758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2214546228056726758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2214546228056726758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2214546228056726758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-6-months-roo.html' title='Happy 6 months ROO!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SXVOwtkiaTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fyaLRXZGAdQ/s72-c/100_1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2516723394866126550</id><published>2009-01-13T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:03:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I was waiting for....</title><content type='html'>Now since I am a dancer, I love this guy. I heard the rumor this video was out there and now I found it!!! YAY!!!! ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4R4mwgvaFY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4R4mwgvaFY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2516723394866126550?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2516723394866126550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2516723394866126550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2516723394866126550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2516723394866126550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-i-was-waiting-for.html' title='The day I was waiting for....'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6594273060308744498</id><published>2009-01-10T23:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:02:53.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE $&amp;#*&amp;h&amp;*(&amp;</title><content type='html'>So Ashlyn starts with sickness 2 1/2 weeks ago... my dad started with the flu yesterday... Kevin started last night... mom started this afternoon... Raelyn started tonight... So by tomorrow it may have succeeded in hitting all of us.  AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!! And I am the one with the weakest immune system. Please pray that I don't get it. I will go postal! Good luck all you "well" people. It's gon' gitcha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6594273060308744498?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6594273060308744498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6594273060308744498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6594273060308744498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6594273060308744498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='WHAT THE $&amp;#*&amp;h&amp;*(&amp;'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1216573521725997285</id><published>2009-01-07T13:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:55:46.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tori...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We could've done a lot more of this stuff... together... and got into A LOT of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Just copy and paste this to your blog and bold the ones that you HAVE done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;… and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;- I did Karaoke!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bungee jumped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited Paris (in Vegas)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child- working on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. -Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty- I at least get to see it in a few months&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept overnight on a train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when your not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Run a Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden a gondola in Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagra Falls in person- again, I get to in a few months!&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Amish country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;- countdown has begun!&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;- well at least new to me!&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Saved someone’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;One cavity or less&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1216573521725997285?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1216573521725997285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1216573521725997285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1216573521725997285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1216573521725997285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-tori.html' title='For Tori...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1142358355277056584</id><published>2009-01-05T13:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:02:57.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Feelings.</title><content type='html'>So I am not one to wear my feelings on my sleeves. I bottle them up and let them fester inside of me until I can't take it anymore. Then I get so far down in negative town that it takes a long time to come back around.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is for me to express MY feelings on. I post what I want and I don't really care if it hurts people's feelings. That is what this post is about. If I offend anyone, too bad so sad. Cry me a river. Build a bridge and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that lately I have been visiting Negative Town quite often. In fact, they made me honorary Downer-Meister. I have been known to have depression for most of my life. It sucks. I even took meds to which they only made it worse. I saw counselors but knew how to fake it and get through them. I can fake my happiness pretty well... I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think what I am feeling is still postpartum depression. I love Ashlyn SO SO SO much and she makes me so happy. I could be in the worst of moods and she can flash me a smile and turn my frown upside down. I waited so long for her to arrive and can't see my life without her. I think that the depression is from always sitting at home doing absolutely nothing, all the time. I can't go for a drive with her because I am so afraid that she will quit breathing on me and I won't even know it. I know that I am missing out on so much because of that. But I love Ashlyn and would do anything for her. Even sit and home and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, that I miss my friends. All of them. When I do get to see some of you, I feel totally out of the loop at the things you say. I have no clue what you are talking about because you are off doing fun things without me. I am not saying this for any pity. I am stating facts of how I feel. I feel like I am in High School again, or hell, even Junior High when it first started. Is there something wrong with me? It makes me feel as though no one wants to be around me because of my negativity. I understand. I had my heart broken TWICE by guys because of my negativity. I am so happy that they both found girls who truly make them happy and that they don't have to deal with all my B.S. At the same time I am so jealous of them because they are happy. I should be that way, but I am not. I don't know why, I can't change it. I am also greatful for these wives to let me continue to talk to their husbands once in a while. They were, at one point, a big part of my life and I still care for their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I just make myself happy you ask? I have tried. I doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;I sit and think about all the "what if's" and "why's" and it gets me know where. Now I don't share this with a lot of people, but I have tried to end my life. Not recently, but I did. Actually quite a few times. I sit and wonder what made me not go through with it and the answer I keep coming up with, and what I told my counselor, is that there must be something that I know would make me happy and I would miss out on it if I completed the task. So far, it's been Ashlyn. I think that I just needed to wait around a little while and find out what it really was.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have major issues. I don't need any help to figure that out. I just need to figure out for myself what is important in my life. Do I really care that I am left out of a lot of stuff, or is it just Negative Nancy thinking that I am. Do I try to hold on to friendships that don't really seem to be there anymore? Do I just go sit in my bubble and clean it with windex all day?&lt;br /&gt;I think that these feelings come out more around Christmas time because I really don't care for the Holiday. I care for the meaning behind it with Christ and all, but other than that it could just come and go and I wouldn't mind. I don't remember a lot of happy Christmas' growing up. Dad was never really into it and I am a total daddy's girl so maybe that is where I get it from. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am calling a town meeting for those in Negative Town so I will end this now. I am not directing any of this stuff to anyone in particular so don't get your panties in a bunch. Or boxers. Or G's. Or whatever you where. If you ask me who I might be talking about, well I ain't gonna say. These are MY feelings. It's a free country and until the 20th I have my freedom of speach. Obama is gonna take away my hand gun, maybe he will take away my freedom of speach too. If that happens I will still carry my handgun and still say what I want. Where I want. How I want. And who I want to say it to. Okay, I will probably just blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all who truly care for me and my attitude. It's what makes me who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1142358355277056584?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1142358355277056584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1142358355277056584' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1142358355277056584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1142358355277056584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-feelings.html' title='MY Feelings.'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4700545215175890245</id><published>2008-12-30T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:11:55.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics from Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325747289444&amp;amp;site=widget-64.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325747289444&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/3314649325747289444/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325747289444&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p2/3314649325747289444/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325747289444&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p4/3314649325747289444/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-4700545215175890245?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4700545215175890245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4700545215175890245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4700545215175890245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4700545215175890245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pics-from-christmas.html' title='some pics from Christmas'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-901753378229573198</id><published>2008-12-30T16:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:12:34.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>Christmas came so fast this year. We had a busy few days. Ash got sick on the 23rd, and still isn't better yet. She has thrown up a few times, has a major cold and she sounds like a smoker when she coughs. Poor little girl, but she still keeps a smile on her face. We spent Christmas Eve shopping, as usual, but just for a few small items. Then that night we wrapped the rest of our gifts, watched movies and ate Chinese food which is a tradition for our family. Then we all went to bed at around 1:00 and the phone rang at 5:00. I thought it was the kids telling us to come over but when I came out of the room my sister was hurrying to head out the door to go to my brother's house because he was taking his wife to the ER. What a way to spend Christmas morning. (I have done it in the past, but it was in the evening, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we had to be out to Momma Gwen's at 9:00 to open presents with them. We ended up leaving Ash at home because the weather was miserable and I just didn't want to take her out into the cold as miserable as she was. We all got some fun presents... clothes, toys, games.&lt;br /&gt;So then we had to be back to my parents house to open presents at noon. Again we got some great gifts... clothes, toys, games and Ash finally got her Bumbo chair. She is so stinkin cute sittin in it. She loves it. So after we did that and then cooked our "traditional" Tony's pizza that we have every Christmas Day. They were sooo yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Next we had to be back out to Gwen's at 4:00 for dinner and Tristan was calling at 5:00. For those of you who don't know Tristan, he is Kevin's "Big" little brother who is serving a mission in New York. It was so fun to talk to him. He will be home in May and we are all planning on going out there to bring him home, or he will come home and then we will all go back out and spend some time there. I am so excited to go to New York, hence the countdown on the bottom of my page.&lt;br /&gt;Then after we ate dinner, it started to get crappy outside again so we decide to head home. We took Ashlyn with us this time and I hate to travel in bad weather myself, so I wanted to get home. Well almost an hour later, we arrived. We had only passed 2 cars off the side of the road on 21st street, glad it wasn't us though. The weather was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday was Kevin's birthday and we didn't do much. Me and him went to McGrath's (yucky) for dinner since he loves seafood and I hate it. Then his mom had planned a surprise party for him that night. So we went back out to her house and it was so much fun. We played Eplanation, a game that we learned on Thanksgiving that my cousin Dr. Josh made up, and it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother and his friend drove in from Elko that night and stayed until Sunday. We had a fun time with them also. My mom's family Christmas party was on friday so we went for a little while and then my family all went to dinner at Lucky China and then down to Temple Square. After we were all frozen we came back home and watched some funny videos on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun Christmas, even though I don't care for the Holiday. It will be funner next year when Ashlyn knows what is going on and she can open her own presents. We are hoping that in 2 years we can all go to Disneyland for Christmas. The first time that we all went was in 1984, then we went for a day in 1995 and then me and Kevin went in 2006. So I think that it is time we go again. The kids have never been and we can't wait to surprise them. We wanted to go next year but with us going to New York, we can't afford 2 major trips a few months apart.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you all had a Merry Christmas and that you have an amazing New Year. We will most likely be sitting on our butts doing nothing, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-901753378229573198?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/901753378229573198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=901753378229573198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/901753378229573198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/901753378229573198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3498409273684137254</id><published>2008-12-26T11:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:01:39.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin is 30 today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SVUp75BCQpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mibC3YYmdFI/s1600-h/100_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SVUp75BCQpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mibC3YYmdFI/s320/100_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284175846683329170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Kevin's 30th birthday. He has been dreading this birthday for a while... on the other hand I like to rub it in that he is getting old. So here is my 30 things that I love about Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  He is an amazing husband.&lt;br /&gt;-  He is an even more amazing daddy.&lt;br /&gt;-  He loves his family (and mine) more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;-  He would help anyone, even strangers, at the drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;-  He is the biggest kid.&lt;br /&gt;-  He love kids.&lt;br /&gt;-  He loves me even though I am cranky.&lt;br /&gt;-  He is friends with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-  He does stupid things to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-  He can fix almost anything... except a broken nail&lt;br /&gt;-  He will go to a store no matter what time it is, and buy me whatever I need... to fix a broken nail&lt;br /&gt;-  He is caring&lt;br /&gt;-  He can make a mean cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;-  He follows his little boy dream and will most likely become a cop next year&lt;br /&gt;-  He has lived with my parents for almost a year&lt;br /&gt;-  He puts everyone else before his own needs&lt;br /&gt;-  He slept in a hospital chair when we were dating so that my parents could go home and get a good night's rest... he also asked my dad the same night if he could marry me.&lt;br /&gt;-  He will sleep in a hospital chair for 9 nights... and only complained once&lt;br /&gt;-  He doubled the size of my diamond so that I would say yes... I would've said yes anyway, but that DID help :)&lt;br /&gt;-  He never wanted a small dog, an inside dog, or a dog to sleep in a bed with him. Now we have 2 dogs, 2 small dogs, and 2 dogs that sleep in bed with us.&lt;br /&gt;-  He does the dishes and I do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;-  He lets me buy the vehicles I want... and then complains about the "horses"&lt;br /&gt;-  He lets me eat at Wingers and Cafe Rio as many times in a row as I want&lt;br /&gt;-  He drives his pimp 1990 Honda... and lets me keep the nice car even when I don't go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;-  He likes all my friends and thinks we should all hang out more (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;-  He will trek to every Walmart in a 10 mile radius so we can get what we are looking for&lt;br /&gt;-  He will do poop clean up and not even bat an eye&lt;br /&gt;-  He wants to have more kids, even if they are girls&lt;br /&gt;-  He wants the best for me and Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev, I love you for more than 30 reasons, but this is a good start of telling you (even though you will never read this). I love you Mr So-Nice! Hope you have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Christmas post will come later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3498409273684137254?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3498409273684137254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3498409273684137254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3498409273684137254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3498409273684137254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/kevin-is-30-today.html' title='Kevin is 30 today!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SVUp75BCQpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mibC3YYmdFI/s72-c/100_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1923923426695841352</id><published>2008-12-19T22:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:26:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel beat me this month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBd2kz59I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Pev6ptQ-d2Y/s1600-h/100_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBd2kz59I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Pev6ptQ-d2Y/s320/100_1299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738812864849874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBdgk6w3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9x5ZhET6yzk/s1600-h/100_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBdgk6w3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9x5ZhET6yzk/s320/100_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738806959719282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBdPM5G_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZB5LdgG0_co/s1600-h/100_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBdPM5G_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZB5LdgG0_co/s320/100_1286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738802295544818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since Ash and Boston are exactly one month apart, I told Mel that we will always have posts the same day. Well today has slipped away and I didn't get a post of Ash before she did of Boston... but here it is. Happy 5 month's Tinsy-Rue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the last picture is the first time she had rice cereal. She looks like she doesn't like it but she was actually fussing because we didn't get it in her mouth fast enough**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1923923426695841352?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1923923426695841352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1923923426695841352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1923923426695841352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1923923426695841352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/mel-beat-me-this-month.html' title='Mel beat me this month'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUyBd2kz59I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Pev6ptQ-d2Y/s72-c/100_1299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1810523417699781419</id><published>2008-12-16T13:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:52:33.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My updates.. what little they are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUgORQbt_UI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JTtzahviI1c/s1600-h/cid_185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUgORQbt_UI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JTtzahviI1c/s320/cid_185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280486252723699010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here it is. My Christmas tree. I know that you all covet how cute it is, but please don't, it won't get you far. It has 84 ornaments on it and although it doesn't top last years cardboard Christmas Tree with 1200 lights, I am quite please with it. Now many of you know I don't really care for Christmas but I do like lights and I like trees. I don't like to decorate them, but still I like them. We have 7 in my mom's house this year. I know that you all think that is a lot, but my dad's boss' wife for his night job has 40 in her house. Yes, I agree... insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, there is still time to order some delicious pizza's!! Thank you to all those who have already bought some. And for those of you who haven't... GET ON IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line. I haven't done much in the last little while. My dad had trigger finger surgery the end of November and then about a week later ripped it open and had to have it restitched. In the meantime, he had his rotator cuff surgery as well, so I have been his little helper bee. I have also got really close with quite a few people at the hospital since we have been there at least 2 - 3 times a week. That is about the only time I get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, my brother Randy's dee-vo is finalized. Yay!! And he is actually happier... it's been nice to have the old Dizel back. And he hasn't been talking much about Germany so hopefully he will be staying close, well as close as Elko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin is also getting closer to becoming an employee with Weber County!! WOO HOO!!! He passed his P.T. with flying colors and then we had to wait to hear from them. He was suppose to take his written test but they are waiting for it to come in from another jurisdiction so in the mean time, he had his interview. When we had our little "in" contact the interviewer afterwards, they said that 2 of the applicants really impressed them. The first one was the guy who had just moved from Florida with 14 years experience. The second one was KEVIN!!! How cool is that? If all goes well, he will start the academy April. It is 17 weeks long, but at least this time I will be close to our families if I need something. (Kevin was going to do Highway Patrol while we lived in St George and that meant that he would have left me down there while he attended the academy in Salt Lake for 17 weeks). So keep him in your prayers. He was wanted this for SO long and I know he will be a great Sheriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlyn is doing really well. She is laughing all the time and is her "PA's girl". Anytime my dad talks to her she just gets the biggest smile on her face. She will be 5 months on Friday and is still on the smaller side. I think she weighs around 13 pounds is all and we just started her in her 3-6 month clothes. She is the best baby and doesn't really even cry. She has her fussy time at night but just because she is tired. So we just give her the magic medicine, her binky and a blankie, and she is content. I really can't believe how fast the time has gone. I mean it was just a year ago on Christmas morning that I found out we were pregnant! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last but not least, I am going in for some mouth surgery in the morning. I am not looking forward to it at all. I am going to have my last meal tonight at MO's, because when I had this done last time, I was out of commission for a little while. It sucks, but it needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now my really last thing. Kevin turns 30 the day after Christmas and I want to do something fun. I would love to have a surprise party for him, but it is hard being so close to Christmas. He is dreading this birthday so I want to make it memorable. Anyone who has ideas let me know... I am open to most anything. I thought about having a party for him on New Year's but then realized that most of our friends probably already have plans made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1810523417699781419?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1810523417699781419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1810523417699781419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1810523417699781419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1810523417699781419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-updates-what-little-they-are.html' title='My updates.. what little they are'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUgORQbt_UI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JTtzahviI1c/s72-c/cid_185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2530060222435286091</id><published>2008-12-10T20:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:25:33.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUCIIKYiPoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hhgI48DsDqQ/s1600-h/kestin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 64px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUCIIKYiPoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hhgI48DsDqQ/s320/kestin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278368437085814402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cute little niece Kestin has been taking dance for so many years and wants to dance through High School and maybe get a dance scholarship. Good ambition for a 13 year-old I think. Anyway, so my sister has been paying for all of her dance stuff since sh started and well, it's getting sort of expensive these days. So we decided to have Kestin sell some pizza's to earn a little money to help out. Now if you are like our family and can't live without Tony's pizza then this post is for you.&lt;br /&gt;She is selling them until December 31st and the pizza's will be delivered on January 6th. They are $7.00 each and you can make them to your liking. The choices are Mushroom, Ham, Green Peppers, Green Olives, Pepperoni and my personal favorite The works.&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in helping out an adorable, fun, cute girl, no not me this time, then let us know. You can either call me 388-8162 or email me an order at bobby-bop@hotmail.com. We need to have the money by December 31st. We can take cash or check and you make the check's out to my sister Raelyn Creager.&lt;br /&gt;If you order, thank you so much. I debated on whether or not to even post something like this, but who doesn't love GREAT pizza??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2530060222435286091?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2530060222435286091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2530060222435286091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2530060222435286091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2530060222435286091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/pizza-time.html' title='Pizza Time!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SUCIIKYiPoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hhgI48DsDqQ/s72-c/kestin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8838502866142687194</id><published>2008-11-26T13:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:45:35.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful...</title><content type='html'>That today marks 2 months since Ashlyn's last breathing episode (or should I say not breathing). I hope that this trend continues. I totally believe in the power of prayer and know the miracles that come from them... like my little girl whose face is staring at me as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of this sappy crap...  BRING ON THE GRUBBAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I know that I should post about other things that I am thankful for like my husband, our families, my bestest friends and my closest friends, and my true friends, and my good friends, and my just friends and my blog friends and the friends who just stalk my blog but don't comment... but i don't want to. right now. or later. or tomorrow and friday i will be shopping, so maybe next year for all you others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8838502866142687194?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8838502866142687194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8838502866142687194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8838502866142687194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8838502866142687194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2928248063778116794</id><published>2008-11-23T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:02:34.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious times 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj7uaDtl0fg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj7uaDtl0fg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2928248063778116794?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2928248063778116794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2928248063778116794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2928248063778116794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2928248063778116794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/hilarious-times-2.html' title='hilarious times 2'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8554365527350567615</id><published>2008-11-23T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:22:52.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious!</title><content type='html'>This video is so stinkin funny... it is right up there with the "summit ward talent show". ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2cWbOakLBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2cWbOakLBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8554365527350567615?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8554365527350567615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8554365527350567615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8554365527350567615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8554365527350567615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/hilarious.html' title='hilarious!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1137610868845517250</id><published>2008-11-21T15:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:42:30.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight night</title><content type='html'>So last night me, Cathy &amp;amp; her mom Sandy, my sis Raelyn and her friends Katie &amp;amp; Angelee &amp;amp; her daughters Jaycee and Shaylee (spelling?) all went to the midnight showing of Twilight. It was so fun to spend time out with "girls". Now I love to be with Ashlyn, but I love a girl's night out. I was/am not a Twi-hard like most of you but I will give props to the movie. It actually followed the book for the most part and I was happy I went. I didn't like Edward at first, but he grew on me and his eyes are B-E-A-utiful! And then it showed Emmett... yes he is quite dee-lish himself. And then my favorite... James. I heart him. In the first scene when he appears... oh baby, I was all for it. I could've licked him! Anyway, so I guess I will finish the next book and probably go see it when it comes out also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20or%20twilight%20movie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff288/Love_lacey/TWILIGHT/movie_cam.jpg" border="0" alt="james Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. on January 9th a new movie with Kate Hudson comes out and OMH, it looks so funny. Me and Cathy have a date for it and we are accepting more apps from people to come with us... It will be great fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1137610868845517250?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1137610868845517250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1137610868845517250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1137610868845517250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1137610868845517250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-night.html' title='Twilight night'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff288/Love_lacey/TWILIGHT/th_movie_cam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3938579563775313315</id><published>2008-11-19T16:48:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:59:24.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashlyn is 4 months old today... time flies when you are in love with your little one. I look at her and I am amazed at how big she is getting, but yet she is still little. We went to the doctor on Monday because she has had some goo coming out of her left eye. Dr. N said that it is a clogged tear duct. Poor little girl, if it's not one problem, it's another (just like her mommy). She also weighed in at 12.1 lbs and will find out her height on Friday when she gets her shots. Anyway, she hasn't acted sick at all so it must not bother her. She is still the happiest girl ever. Another accomplishment is that is has almost been 2 months since her last "episode". She had it at Laurie's wedding shower on September 26th... prayers have truly been answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Some highlights of the last 4 months are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#1: She responds so well to voices. She just smiles. She especially knows her "PA" (my dad) and just glows when he talks to her, it is too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#2: She laughs. It is so dang cute to hear her laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#3: She talks so much. When she wakes up in the night, or in the morning she just sits and talks like "Mommy get me outta here, I am HUNGRY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#4: She is always moving. When she has her tubbies she is wild. It takes everything my mom has to hold her. (I can't bath her yet, which makes me sad, but my hands are so weak that I am afraid I will drop her)... at least I have got some on video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#5: She has started with a tooth. It hasn't broken through at all, but you can feel the little lump in the right side of her mouth. It is so exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#6: She still don't have a bald spot! HALLELUJAH!!!! Thanks to my sister's thinking, we made these little things that go under her head wherever she lays and they totally work! Thanks SIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#7: She loves the color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She truly was meant to be named after her Grandma Don-Don who LOVES red. She will find something red and just stare at it for hours. It is too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#8: She can sit on her own for 5-6 seconds. It is so fun to watch her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#9: She absolutely HATES tummy time. Dr. N said to have her on her tummy for at least 15 minutes a day. She lasts, at most 5 minutes and then she wails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#10: She recognizes Jesus' face. It is so sweet to see the peaceful look she has on her face when she finds his picture and then she gets the biggest smile on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#11: She is such a happy baby. The only time that she cries is if I don't get her bottle to her fast enough. And she starts to fuss when she gets out of the tub. She loves her tubbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ash- we love you so much. We are so proud to be your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ENJOY some CUTE pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqp8kY1fI/AAAAAAAAATg/96TmFAfulmc/s1600-h/IMG00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqp8kY1fI/AAAAAAAAATg/96TmFAfulmc/s320/IMG00176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270525101540431346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqp6GNSLI/AAAAAAAAATY/YED4NejFdC4/s1600-h/IMG00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqp6GNSLI/AAAAAAAAATY/YED4NejFdC4/s320/IMG00180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270525100876974258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqqO9aW3I/AAAAAAAAATo/bNYNJZUAGew/s1600-h/IMG00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqqO9aW3I/AAAAAAAAATo/bNYNJZUAGew/s320/IMG00146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270525106477226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3938579563775313315?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3938579563775313315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3938579563775313315' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3938579563775313315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3938579563775313315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-months-later.html' title='4 months later...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SSSqp8kY1fI/AAAAAAAAATg/96TmFAfulmc/s72-c/IMG00176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5512593372949094620</id><published>2008-11-14T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:39:14.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Smarts Class</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone... this is short notice, but since I haven't had any RSVP's from my family (eh hmm Steph and Aunt Kami) then I am extending our invite to the Grocery Smarts Class at our house this Tuesday night. Here is our "official" invite... but I need RSVP's by Sunday (Monday the latest!) Please send an email if you would like to join!   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bobby-bop@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hey  Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt; Just wanted to invite friends and family to our  house on Tuesday Nov. 18th at 6:30 pm. We are having a Grocery Smarts Class. We  went to this class back in October and we couldn't believe how much money there  is out there to save, especially this time of year. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;You don't have to buy  anything&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; just come and learn about the smartsource and redplum ads in the  Sunday paper. There is also a free website that gives you a weekly list of items  that are on sale for the best deal which includes online coupons as  well. The idea is to get enough coupons for each person living in your  household. So this is how you do it. Come to the class and sign up for additional  news papers to be delivered to your door. We bought two additonal papers  (Deseret News and Salt Lake Tribune) Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Holidays  only. It was $40 for 10 weeks, but then we got a $20 gift card to Albertson's.  So what she is really selling is newspapers, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;which you don't have to buy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. So if  you are interested in saving some money, just come to the class and just listen  to what you can do with just the internet. We promise it will be worth  it! Listed below is our first savings at Albertson's just by using a  few online coupons and my preferred card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;1st  Trip = We paid $47 and saved $46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;2nd  Trip = We paid $109 and saved $147&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;We  saved this much just by using the online best buys list. Please RSVP by Nov.  14th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Call us if you have any questions.This isn't just for the women, we know guys like to save money also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The  Creager's/ Cox's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_EC_EC_756113422-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5512593372949094620?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5512593372949094620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5512593372949094620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5512593372949094620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5512593372949094620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/grocery-smarts-class.html' title='Grocery Smarts Class'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7510753816412014266</id><published>2008-11-09T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:50:47.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlyn's Blessing Day 09/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I am a little late with this post, I know, but the day we blessed Ashlyn was so hectic. We had so much family over afterwards and so many people wanted to see and hold Ashlyn so we didn't get many pictures taken. And in the ones that did get taken, she started fussing because she was so hungry. Anyway, so yesterday after church, we put Ashlyn back in her blessing dress and took some pictures. She has gotten so big since her blessing day because her dress was huge on her and now it fits her pretty good. Oh well, I don't care that I am late taking them. We did at least get a couple from that day, I am just glad to have more of her in the dress. 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I could do more FHM's if they are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was suppose to be titled "My ode to Mike", but FHM is funnier to me.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I am watching Cher on ELLEN and I was really into it, when the house phone rang around 4:30 and I knocked it off the night stand. I was holding Ashlyn who was sleeping so I couldn't get down on the floor to find it. Next thing I heard someone talking on the answering machine, but just thought that it was those stupid phone calls saying "please vote for mister panzy" (Rob Bishop) So a few minutes later I come down into the kitchen and look at the caller I.D. on the kitchen phone and it said Michael Mathews... I thought what the heck? So then I push the button to listen to the message and it says "This is Michael Mathews... yada yada yada... and I have some tickets for Robyn and Kevin to the METALLICA concert if they can get a babysitter." The message was alot longer than that but you get the picture. I would have loved to have seen the look on my face at that moment. I hollered up to Raelyn to ask if she could watch Ashlyn and she bust down the stairs thinking that something was wrong. I am trying to spit out the words that I just heard but I was SO EXCITED!! I finally got out the words "METALLICA concert" and she said that she hated me. Anyway, so I call Mike back and he said that the ARMY had some free tickets and he had 14 of them. I told him definitely that I would go... DREAM COME TRUE!!! So the thoughts in my head are #1: I have no time to get ready, #2: I can FINALLY meet ARI, even though it is at a concert where we couldn't talk and get to know each other, and #3: Is this a dream? So as I come back to reality while talking to Mike he said that his wife wasn't going to be going, so I was sad... but only for a few minutes. Sorry Ari, I was going to METALLICA and couldn't be sad for too long. He said that he would be at Crown Burger at 6:00 and that we can get free parking if we eat there. Let me remind you, it is after 4:30 and I hadn't even showered for the day and Kevin was at work. Anyway so I call Kevin and tell him to drive like the wind to get home because we are going to METALLICA! He didn't really believe it either. So I hurry and jump in the shower, Kevin gets home just before 5:00 and we were on the road at 5:35. No one better ever tell me that I take too long to get ready, and I looked amazing in the end. So we arrive at Crown Burger and meet Mike and his group of guys that he brought and we get the tickets, eat and book it over to E.S.A. because I wanted a shirt. So we stand in line and get our shirts and then off to find our seats. We weren't sitting next to anyone that we knew so after the second act we went and found Mike and crew and sat with them. It was the BEST concert ever... next to Garth Brooks. He is still my favorite. My favorite part of the entire night was "Nothing Else Matters" and "Enter Sandman". I was really wishing that they would have played The Unforgiven or Unforgiven 2 but since I didn't have a say... They played for 2 hours... excuse me, 2 AMAZING hours. I was so glad that it was in the round because no one had a bad seat. And thanks to the zoom on my camera, it looks as if we are sitting pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the night was awesome. I will never forget it. And I owe Mike BIG time. I am so glad that we have stayed friends all these years. Ari, I told Mike that we have to meet in SLC some night and dinner is on us. So there, now it is in writing and I can't back out. Anyway, thanks again Mike... and the ARMY!! We truly enjoyed ourselves, even being as sick as I was when it started, and I am paying for it more today.&lt;br /&gt;Mike, if you EVER get FREE tickets to PINK or ROB ZOMBIE... I better be FIRST ON YOUR LIST!!! But I want good tickets to those, so see what the ARMY can do!!! wink, wink, nudge, nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE PICTURES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCN4YiC4CI/AAAAAAAAASU/OOC4tRXQPSA/s1600-h/100_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCN4YiC4CI/AAAAAAAAASU/OOC4tRXQPSA/s320/100_1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863964193546274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             Kevin, Me &amp;amp; Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCN4L2UUBI/AAAAAAAAASM/QQr_1hhdlL4/s1600-h/100_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNTAiCvEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DJkp-b0ntUM/s320/100_1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863322095926338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNS0enXiI/AAAAAAAAARs/AtplGvXGhME/s1600-h/100_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNS0enXiI/AAAAAAAAARs/AtplGvXGhME/s320/100_1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863318860324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNSdQGs3I/AAAAAAAAARk/DDvDLb3hbsg/s1600-h/100_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNSdQGs3I/AAAAAAAAARk/DDvDLb3hbsg/s320/100_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863312625447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNSYcTDOI/AAAAAAAAARc/zxNgjhvu9Xw/s1600-h/100_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNSYcTDOI/AAAAAAAAARc/zxNgjhvu9Xw/s320/100_1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863311334411490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNSMH7eaI/AAAAAAAAARU/06MzUNAlsqo/s1600-h/100_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCNSMH7eaI/AAAAAAAAARU/06MzUNAlsqo/s320/100_1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863308027754914" 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/2313212716794472189-8280791129371020945?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8280791129371020945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8280791129371020945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8280791129371020945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8280791129371020945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-home-evening-energy-solutions.html' title='Family Home Evening @ Energy Solutions Arena'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRCN40LCvoI/AAAAAAAAASc/dBEAjPLPJH4/s72-c/100_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-9037033711885018457</id><published>2008-10-31T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:06:37.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvVA7YcxzI/AAAAAAAAARI/kqPej9H8kWw/s1600-h/100_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvVA7YcxzI/AAAAAAAAARI/kqPej9H8kWw/s320/100_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263534801429514034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody, Bullseye, baby Jesse &amp;amp; Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for Becky (who was the stem of a Pumpkin) because I told her I would have these pictures posted TONIGHT!! And Since we weren't cool enough to be invited to anyone's parties these are from our TrunkerTreat at church. And if you are retarded like some people and don't know what or who we are, we are "Woody's Roundup" from Toy Story 2! Woody, Bullseye, Jesse and baby Jesse. Kestin is a witch and Raelyn is the "Miss Rodeo Queen of Everything 2008"... it was amazing. Anyway, not much of a post but oh well. It's good enough for who posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvRx6eBuPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hZbOmy8XH4A/s1600-h/100_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvRx6eBuPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hZbOmy8XH4A/s320/100_1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531244951550194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvRvorfttI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ctqp-O3vE90/s1600-h/100_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvRvorfttI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ctqp-O3vE90/s320/100_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531205816465106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvRu7TBdcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GLeX-2ueNlg/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvRu7TBdcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GLeX-2ueNlg/s320/100_1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531193634223554" 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/2313212716794472189-9037033711885018457?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9037033711885018457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=9037033711885018457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/9037033711885018457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/9037033711885018457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-pics.html' title='Halloween Pics'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQvVA7YcxzI/AAAAAAAAARI/kqPej9H8kWw/s72-c/100_1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5640768166171760282</id><published>2008-10-27T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:03:05.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Ashlyn's dad???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_bykVaJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/opQqWeTF180/s1600-h/100_1061.JPG"&gt;A&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_bykVaJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/opQqWeTF180/s320/100_1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892592548014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nswer? Ashlyn is definitely Kevin's kid. Just look at that&lt;br /&gt;hairline! Poor kid. She does have a hairline up farther too thank goodness. If it doesn't grow in though, she will be cussing her dad. She also has the "Rigby eye of the hurricane" in back too. I am also blessfully cursed with that. It makes short hair 'so fun'. Anyway, I haven't posted pictures of Ashlyn for a while and I keep getting threatening emails so here are just a few random ones. The last one is the princess who decided she needed her ba-ba while getting pampered in the tub. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_bX2mlTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kIG4nqWD3os/s1600-h/100_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_bX2mlTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kIG4nqWD3os/s320/100_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892585376879922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_HSZp4yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FyoNzMRm8JY/s1600-h/100_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_HSZp4yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FyoNzMRm8JY/s320/100_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892240315900706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_Gdgll5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/flYGgUKPhOQ/s1600-h/100_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_Gdgll5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/flYGgUKPhOQ/s320/100_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892226117900178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_F7OujzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DPquEuYZV7g/s1600-h/100_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_F7OujzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DPquEuYZV7g/s320/100_1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892216916184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_DscNoqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-vDeTvyy0TE/s1600-h/100_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_DscNoqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-vDeTvyy0TE/s320/100_1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892178586477218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_DbIu6iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6NcdiEdSBpY/s1600-h/100_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_DbIu6iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6NcdiEdSBpY/s320/100_0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892173941369378" 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/2313212716794472189-5640768166171760282?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5640768166171760282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5640768166171760282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5640768166171760282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5640768166171760282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-is-ashlyns-dad.html' title='Who is Ashlyn&apos;s dad???'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQX_bykVaJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/opQqWeTF180/s72-c/100_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8127898051431087001</id><published>2008-10-23T11:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:50:43.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZmVIYUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ou7DU7009Ps/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZmVIYUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ou7DU7009Ps/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260402716647645506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZV0LeLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b5l2jqFxoTQ/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZV0LeLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b5l2jqFxoTQ/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260402712214468786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZEXcG9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/QwXWnvVjsWc/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZEXcG9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/QwXWnvVjsWc/s320/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260402707530521554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0YiR2IxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IOju0eCj9pU/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0YiR2IxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IOju0eCj9pU/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260402698380256018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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;I 'tagged' myself after stalking a few of my fellow blogger's blogs... and this is a fun one! Here's how you play: You post the fourth photo from your fourth album on your computer! It's fun to see what it is and share it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually decided to post the 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th picture to get the full effect. This is my brother Randy. Yes, I know what you are all asking and the answer is yes he is retarded. No, he is actually just willing to do anything and put anything on. He is a true comedian. These were some of my Grandpa Dickie's costumes and being the retard that Randy is, he put them right on. I wish I had the pictures of him in my clubbing pants... they were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually glad that it was Randy who was in the 4th album and the 4th picture. He is going through a really hard time right now and there is nothing that I can do about it. Out of all us Creagers, he has been through the most. And since he is a Creager, we tend to shut people out when we are hurting and keep to ourselves. Our most famous line is "I AM FINE" when really we know that we're not. It is our cover, not a good one I know. Anyway, Randy moved to Elko a few months ago to better his life for him and his wife. Well SHE didn't enjoy it and so she moved home. We "thought" temporarliy, but we "knew" permanantly. Then out of the blue she calls and says that she is filing for the BIG D... oh great here we go again. Brief history on Randy: he was married in 2001 for 3 or 4 short months until his wife at the time said that she didn't want to be married anymore. Then he was in a relationship with another girl for 5 + years and then they split and now he has been just married over a year and she is calling it quits! WTH ladies?? My brother is amazing!! Okay back to the story. So Randy is out in Elko loving his job at the Gold Mine and is GOING TO SCHOOL!!! Um, we Creager's are college drop outs. So YAY for Randy!! Anyway, well my dad text him yesterday (because we are texter's and not caller's) and he gets this text back saying "I am moving out of the country". Yeah, ok Rand, sure you are. Well I text him last night and he comfirmed it, he plans on moving to Germany!! WTH?? Iwas thinking out of the country like California or back to Wisconsin like he wanted to before. But seriously, GERMANY? Anyway, I love my brother and I will support him in whatever he does. I WILL NOT be happy about it, but I will support him and pray for him daily. He is hurting, heart broken and thinks that this move is for the best so that he can start over fresh... far away. I blame Holly for all of this. She is young, immature and totally selfish (which is the reason she told us she is filing for divorce). I won't say that I hate her for hurting my brother, even though I would like to. I know everything has 2 sides, but I side with my family. Randy, I know you will never read this or for that matter even know that I posted this (unless Mike and Steph say something about the pics) but I do love you. I know we have not always got along. But since we have both decided to grow up (and get tattoo's) I have loved being close to you. I know that I can turn to you no matter what and you won't judge me. You will give me your honest opinion and I am greatful for that, even when your honesty hurts like a mother trucker. I wish you the best and hope that you can find the happiness that you DESERVE! Hate your face you cry baby poo butt @$$! Oh and the first 10 Germans you meet are on your team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8127898051431087001?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8127898051431087001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8127898051431087001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8127898051431087001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8127898051431087001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-tag.html' title='photo tag'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SQC0ZmVIYUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ou7DU7009Ps/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-79672199099117175</id><published>2008-10-20T12:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:24:49.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no post... just pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzSR_liiiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kM4HcZF-aFM/s1600-h/100_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzSR_liiiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kM4HcZF-aFM/s320/100_1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309671430392354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlyn with a cold... still so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzSSqbSTdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HBS-jMeXIaw/s1600-h/100_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzSSqbSTdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HBS-jMeXIaw/s320/100_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309682930109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us at LaLa and Jared's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRU-RLoEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rr5SyAePq4c/s1600-h/100_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRU-RLoEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rr5SyAePq4c/s320/100_1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259308623104548930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LaLa part of the G club now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRVSQmRHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Vz5hD3oR3-U/s1600-h/100_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRVSQmRHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Vz5hD3oR3-U/s320/100_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259308628470809714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koy loved the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRV17nx9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IRnqdzgb8-w/s1600-h/100_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRV17nx9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IRnqdzgb8-w/s320/100_1027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259308638046504914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids waiting for LaLa and Jared to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRWm-R9eI/AAAAAAAAAOM/peUugDLygTc/s1600-h/100_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRWm-R9eI/AAAAAAAAAOM/peUugDLygTc/s320/100_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259308651210995170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are married!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRW_2V_bI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZxoGFSdjH_E/s1600-h/100_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzRW_2V_bI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZxoGFSdjH_E/s320/100_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259308657888591282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is Hannah???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-79672199099117175?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/79672199099117175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=79672199099117175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/79672199099117175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/79672199099117175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-post-just-pics.html' title='no post... just pics'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SPzSR_liiiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kM4HcZF-aFM/s72-c/100_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-9106225618432570023</id><published>2008-10-11T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:00:33.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE NEEDED PRONTO!!!</title><content type='html'>So I have to make some pumpkin squares for my cousins wedding (this thursday) and I have to attempt to make some. Never done it before and I am a little worried about it. I am going to be using a big cookie sheet so if any of you have a FABULOUS recipe, I need it stat. Wish me luck. You an email it to me at BOBBY-BOP@HOTMAIL.COM and if they don't work out, I WILL NOT tell anyone that it was your recipe to put your name to shame.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance! Now hopefully someone will respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-9106225618432570023?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9106225618432570023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=9106225618432570023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/9106225618432570023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/9106225618432570023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipe-needed-pronto.html' title='RECIPE NEEDED PRONTO!!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-563563665453048188</id><published>2008-10-07T13:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:47:13.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      ...LUCKY NUMBER 7....        &lt;/h3&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;...7 THINGS I CAN DO...&lt;br /&gt;1) I can dance&lt;br /&gt;2) I can go all day and not say a word (because it is just me and Ashlyn)&lt;br /&gt;3) I can forgive those who hurt me the most... eventually&lt;br /&gt;4) I can shoot a gun (and I am good)&lt;br /&gt;5) I can be a good friend&lt;br /&gt;6) I can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;7) I can be a good mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...7 THINGS I CAN"T DO..&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't fix Ashlyn's breathing problem&lt;br /&gt;2) I can't fix broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;3) I can't stop animal cruelty&lt;br /&gt;4) I can't stop physical/mental/sexual child abuse&lt;br /&gt;5) I can't wear size 6 jeans yet&lt;br /&gt;6) I can't stand Obama&lt;br /&gt;7) I can't believe I have a baby of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...7 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT KEVIN...&lt;br /&gt;1) I love that he is taller than me&lt;br /&gt;2) I love that he would do anything for me&lt;br /&gt;3) I love that he rubs my legs when they hurt&lt;br /&gt;4) I love that he lets me sleep in on the weekends and takes care of Ashlyn and Kodi and Roxi&lt;br /&gt;5) I love that he will strike up a conversation with anone&lt;br /&gt;6) I love that he's such a great Dad&lt;br /&gt;7) I love that he loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...7 THINGS THAT I SAY MOST OFTEN...&lt;br /&gt;1)  I love my baby girl&lt;br /&gt;2)  Kodi and Roxi.... NOW&lt;br /&gt;3)  I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;4)  Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;5)  Oh snap&lt;br /&gt;6)  I need a Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;7)  I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...7 CELEBRITY ADMIRATIONS...&lt;br /&gt;1)  Ellen&lt;br /&gt;2)  Oprah&lt;br /&gt;3)  Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;4)  Pink&lt;br /&gt;5)  James Patterson&lt;br /&gt;6)  Stacy Nuveman&lt;br /&gt;7)  LDS General Authorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...7 FAVORITE FOODS...&lt;br /&gt;1)  La Ferrovia's lasagna&lt;br /&gt;2)  Cafe Rio pork salad or cheese enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;3)  Wingers sticky fingers&lt;br /&gt;4)  my dad's rolls (Kevin's don't quite match up yet)&lt;br /&gt;5)  my Grandma Don-Don's homemade chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;6)  Kevin's raspberry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;7)  Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...7 PEOPLE TO TAG...&lt;br /&gt;1) Katie&lt;br /&gt;2) MO&lt;br /&gt;3) Joni&lt;br /&gt;4) Mel&lt;br /&gt;5) Steph&lt;br /&gt;6) Tina&lt;br /&gt;7) Mindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-563563665453048188?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/563563665453048188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=563563665453048188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/563563665453048188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/563563665453048188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky-7.html' title='lucky 7'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8418971313669130285</id><published>2008-09-28T13:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:00:49.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tianna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>softball party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SN_ZERY7igI/AAAAAAAAANM/-y47IODOaHM/s1600-h/100_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SN_ZERY7igI/AAAAAAAAANM/-y47IODOaHM/s320/100_0989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251154357947959810" border="0" /&gt;Amber, Janelle, Jennifer, Tianna, Cathy and Robyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So16 + years ago, the "New Kids On The Base" was formed. We were just a bunch of little girls that didn't know what we were doing with a bat, ball and a glove on our hand, but dang it we wanted to play some softball!! We all tried different positions to see what we liked. We had fun and all of us girls were good friends.&lt;br /&gt;The next year, we changed our name "Base Buddies" and we were a little better. We lost a few players and added some new ones. We were all still great friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next summer, we needed a grown up name. NKOTB and Base Buddies was too kid-like and we wanted to be taken seriously. We were a good team. We had all got to know our parts on the field and were darn good at them. (Me personally, I was the catcher... and I LOVED IT! I was fearless when it came to crouching under the batter and talkin some trash to make them nervous. I also played second base, but catcher was my favorite.) So we form the "MITT MEISTERS". Again, we lost a few players added some new and we kicked everyone's trash. We played against some good teams and some bad teams, and sad to say, when we played the worst team in the league, we were so over confident that we lost. How do I remember this? Because one of my good friends now was on that team and when we were talking about softball, before we told each other what positions we played she said that they hated the catcher on our team.... wa ha ha it was me!! But she doesn't let me live it down that we lost to them. Anyway, I believe that we took second in county every year. We rocked. Our coaches rocked and our families all supported us at every game. We were all still good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then along comes junior high and high school. People go their separate ways, go to college, have good jobs, get married, move away, have babies, see the world and we all lose touch eventually. Well, I have been thinking alot about the "Meisters" for quite some time and wondered what everyone has been up to. I talked to Cathy since me and her talk quite a bit, and decided that we are just going to plan a day (we started planning last year) and tell everyone and those who can will be there. And those who won't.... catch ya next time.&lt;br /&gt;So last night was the night, we only had 7 of us there and 1 arrive later after 3 others had left and it was so much fun!! We started out the night with a little catching up, then ate some fabulous taco salad, Amber's jalepeno dip with bread and some of Natalie's delicious brownies. (We also got to eat some of Missi's fab pumpkin squares with cream cheese when she arrived later.) Then we sat and talked some more... you figure most of us haven't seen each other since our last shin dig at the Steoger's right after High School. The crazy part is, we all live within 10 minutes of each other! With the exceptions of Janelle is Marriott-Slaterville and Tianna in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun night and I wish I had more pictures but I was too involved in the conversation, i.e: my dinner. And Natalie was missing from the picture because I couldn't figure out my timer on the camera before she left... so sorry Nat. And Missi came late so just picture them in it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls for coming. We need to do it more often and hopefully get the other sluggers to come join us. Next summer we will have to have a "softball" game and see how rusty we all are. If you click on the link to the right, you can see one of the last years pictures that we played. Not everyone is included in that picture and I will have the NKOTB and Base Buddies pictures added as soon as we get into our new house.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT: WE WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A HOOPER ELEMENTARY 6TH GRADE REUNION!! HOW FUN WOULD THAT BE?? SKATING NIGHT ANYONE??? OR HOW ABOUT OUR "CARD" DANCES???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8418971313669130285?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8418971313669130285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8418971313669130285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8418971313669130285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8418971313669130285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/softball-party.html' title='softball party'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SN_ZERY7igI/AAAAAAAAANM/-y47IODOaHM/s72-c/100_0989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8876668886426487582</id><published>2008-09-22T17:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:41:24.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Well I actually got this on myspace, but then I saw that our cousin Dot posted one on her blog so I decided to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Where&lt;wbr&gt; were you when you first&lt;wbr&gt; found&lt;wbr&gt; out you were pregn&lt;wbr&gt;ant?&lt;br /&gt;Home,&lt;wbr&gt; Chris&lt;wbr&gt;tmas morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng @ 5:&lt;wbr&gt;30 AM in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Who was with you?&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and our 2 dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- How did you find out that you were pregn&lt;wbr&gt;ant?&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;wbr&gt; story&lt;wbr&gt;... we decided to surprise our families and came home Friday night and I was  nause&lt;wbr&gt;ated the whole ride up and all weeke&lt;wbr&gt;nd but just thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht i had the flu (as usual&lt;wbr&gt; at Chris&lt;wbr&gt;tmas for me)&lt;wbr&gt;. Then we went back to St George and on Chris&lt;wbr&gt;tmas Eve we were at Costc&lt;wbr&gt;o and somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing told me to look at my day plann&lt;wbr&gt;er.   I did and notic&lt;wbr&gt;ed I was a week late so we bough&lt;wbr&gt;t the 4 pack test (&lt;wbr&gt;just to be sure). I knew I had to wait for the  morning pee  (unlike Dot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- What was your first&lt;wbr&gt; react&lt;wbr&gt;ion to findi&lt;wbr&gt;ng out you were pregn&lt;wbr&gt;ant?&lt;br /&gt;It was 5:30 am!&lt;wbr&gt;!! So I was groggy and not in the best of moods. I peed on the stick&lt;wbr&gt; and as we were waiti&lt;wbr&gt;ng I told Kevin&lt;wbr&gt; it was proba&lt;wbr&gt;bly negat&lt;wbr&gt;ive as usual&lt;wbr&gt; and he looke&lt;wbr&gt;d at it and said "oh yeah?&lt;wbr&gt;" and showe&lt;wbr&gt;d it to me.  I was WIDE awake&lt;wbr&gt; after&lt;wbr&gt; that and shock&lt;wbr&gt;ed and SO happy&lt;wbr&gt;!! It was final&lt;wbr&gt;ly some good news since&lt;wbr&gt; my new car was in the shop becau&lt;wbr&gt;se of the stupi&lt;wbr&gt;d "&lt;wbr&gt;Jacki&lt;wbr&gt;e's" and the fuel cente&lt;wbr&gt;r but I won'&lt;wbr&gt;t get into that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Your boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iends&lt;wbr&gt;/ or Husba&lt;wbr&gt;nds react&lt;wbr&gt;ion?&lt;br /&gt;Shock&lt;wbr&gt;!! and prett&lt;wbr&gt;y happy&lt;wbr&gt; too.&lt;wbr&gt;. we total&lt;wbr&gt;ly took pics of the stick&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Who was the first&lt;wbr&gt; perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you told?&lt;br /&gt;Since&lt;wbr&gt; it was 5:30 we sent pictu&lt;wbr&gt;re messa&lt;wbr&gt;ges out to our ENTIR&lt;wbr&gt;E famil&lt;wbr&gt;y just to see who would&lt;wbr&gt; respo&lt;wbr&gt;nd first&lt;wbr&gt;.... it was my mom and siste&lt;wbr&gt;r and my mom BAWLE&lt;wbr&gt;D when she talke&lt;wbr&gt;d to me since&lt;wbr&gt; I was in St G and she was home and I had just seen her over the weeke&lt;wbr&gt;nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Did you plan to get pregn&lt;wbr&gt;ant?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;wbr&gt; we just thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht it would&lt;wbr&gt; take longe&lt;wbr&gt;r than it did. We had only been trying since August 23rd so it was pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Was every&lt;wbr&gt;body happy&lt;wbr&gt; for you?&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck yeah!&lt;wbr&gt; They all knew how hard I had worke&lt;wbr&gt;d to get my healt&lt;wbr&gt;h in order&lt;wbr&gt; so it was a long time comin&lt;wbr&gt;g. But they were also scare&lt;wbr&gt;d becau&lt;wbr&gt;se of what it could&lt;wbr&gt; do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Was anybo&lt;wbr&gt;dy hatin&lt;wbr&gt;g on you?&lt;br /&gt;tough&lt;wbr&gt; shiz if they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Did you go out and celeb&lt;wbr&gt;rate?&lt;br /&gt;no, it was Chris&lt;wbr&gt;tmas Day. But after we had Christmas morning with Kevin's dad and step-mom, we just went home and chilled. But the next day we went out and celebrated by having the blood work done!! ZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Did you want to find out the sex?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but I told Kevin from the get go it was a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- What was the sex?&lt;br /&gt;hands down a girl... and we found out at 13 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Did anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e throw&lt;wbr&gt; you a baby showe&lt;wbr&gt;r?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I had 2 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- If yes, who?&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;My ward and my famil&lt;wbr&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- Did you get any outfi&lt;wbr&gt;ts at the baby showe&lt;wbr&gt;r that you just knew you weren&lt;wbr&gt;'t gonna&lt;wbr&gt; use?&lt;br /&gt;Just a coupl&lt;wbr&gt;e from the older&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e in our ward... she got so many clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- How much weigh&lt;wbr&gt;t did you gain?&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;11 pound&lt;wbr&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- Did you loose&lt;wbr&gt; all of the weigh&lt;wbr&gt;t that you gaine&lt;wbr&gt;d?..&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am 7 pound&lt;wbr&gt;s below&lt;wbr&gt;!!! And still&lt;wbr&gt; dropp&lt;wbr&gt;ing!&lt;wbr&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- Did you get a lot of strea&lt;wbr&gt;ch marks&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 on my boob (TMI I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- What did you crave&lt;wbr&gt; the most?&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Nothi&lt;wbr&gt;ng and I was dissa&lt;wbr&gt;point&lt;wbr&gt;ed. I want to crave something cool like Crisco and gain lots of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- Did you crave&lt;wbr&gt; anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing crazy&lt;wbr&gt;?..&lt;br /&gt;I prete&lt;wbr&gt;nded to crave&lt;wbr&gt; certa&lt;wbr&gt;in resta&lt;wbr&gt;urant&lt;wbr&gt;s just so we would&lt;wbr&gt; go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- Who or what got on your nerve&lt;wbr&gt;s the most?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;wbr&gt;....  I even&lt;wbr&gt; asked&lt;wbr&gt; for a divor&lt;wbr&gt;ce. Poor guy, he will never want me to get pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- Were you marri&lt;wbr&gt;ed at the time?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- Did you have any compl&lt;wbr&gt;icati&lt;wbr&gt;ons durin&lt;wbr&gt;g your pregn&lt;wbr&gt;ancy?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;wbr&gt;. i had full blown&lt;wbr&gt; influ&lt;wbr&gt;enza and pneum&lt;wbr&gt;onia in Febru&lt;wbr&gt;ary and then I was good for a while&lt;wbr&gt; but in June I start&lt;wbr&gt;ed to get real sick and saw my docto&lt;wbr&gt;r twice&lt;wbr&gt; a week!&lt;wbr&gt; And then I had preec&lt;wbr&gt;lamps&lt;wbr&gt;ia/&lt;wbr&gt;toxem&lt;wbr&gt;ia and a crap load of prote&lt;wbr&gt;in in my urine&lt;wbr&gt;. Then I was swoll&lt;wbr&gt;en head to toe.&lt;wbr&gt;.. it wasn'&lt;wbr&gt;t prett&lt;wbr&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24- Where&lt;wbr&gt; were you when you went into labor&lt;wbr&gt;?..&lt;br /&gt;In the OR, they just took her for MY healt&lt;wbr&gt;h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25- Did your water&lt;wbr&gt; break&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nope,&lt;wbr&gt; didn'&lt;wbr&gt;t get to exper&lt;wbr&gt;ience&lt;wbr&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26- Who drove&lt;wbr&gt; you to the hospi&lt;wbr&gt;tal?&lt;br /&gt;My mom did.  My blood pressure was off the charts so my doctor told me to come to the office ASAP. He ended up admitt&lt;wbr&gt;ing  me right&lt;wbr&gt; then and there&lt;wbr&gt; and said I would&lt;wbr&gt;n't be going&lt;wbr&gt; home witho&lt;wbr&gt;ut my baby so I knew she had to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27- What was your due date?&lt;br /&gt;Augus&lt;wbr&gt;t 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28- Did you go early&lt;wbr&gt; or late?&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks&lt;wbr&gt; early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29- Who was in the room with you when you gave birth&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;My husba&lt;wbr&gt;nd, a docto&lt;wbr&gt;r, aneth&lt;wbr&gt;esiol&lt;wbr&gt;ogist&lt;wbr&gt;, and 2 nurse&lt;wbr&gt;s.  I think&lt;wbr&gt; that was all but I was prett&lt;wbr&gt;y sick and out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30- Was it video&lt;wbr&gt; taped&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;wbr&gt; had a video&lt;wbr&gt; camer&lt;wbr&gt;a and when they said "get the camer&lt;wbr&gt;a ready&lt;wbr&gt; dad" the way he broug&lt;wbr&gt;ht the camer&lt;wbr&gt;a aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d I saw my belly&lt;wbr&gt;.... I threw&lt;wbr&gt; up a littl&lt;wbr&gt;e in my mouth&lt;wbr&gt; when I saw that!&lt;wbr&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31- Did you have any drugs&lt;wbr&gt; for the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;wbr&gt;!!! LOVED&lt;wbr&gt; THEM!&lt;wbr&gt;!!! And I had the drip the entire next day and then I was put on the pills and sent home with some too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32- Did you go Natur&lt;wbr&gt;al or have a c-&lt;wbr&gt;secti&lt;wbr&gt;on?&lt;br /&gt;C-&lt;wbr&gt;Secti&lt;wbr&gt;on.. best way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33- What was your first&lt;wbr&gt; react&lt;wbr&gt;ion after&lt;wbr&gt; givin&lt;wbr&gt;g birth&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Don'&lt;wbr&gt;t reall&lt;wbr&gt;y remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber. The first&lt;wbr&gt; memor&lt;wbr&gt;y I reall&lt;wbr&gt;y have of that day (and only becau&lt;wbr&gt;se it was docum&lt;wbr&gt;ented&lt;wbr&gt; in pictu&lt;wbr&gt;res to help me remem&lt;wbr&gt;ber) is I had her at 9:52 am and I final&lt;wbr&gt;ly got to hold and see her 12 hours&lt;wbr&gt; later&lt;wbr&gt; becau&lt;wbr&gt;se I was so sick.  I am still&lt;wbr&gt; mad about&lt;wbr&gt; it but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34- How big was the baby?&lt;br /&gt;6 lbs 5 ounce&lt;wbr&gt;s 18 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35- Did your boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iend/&lt;wbr&gt; Husba&lt;wbr&gt;nd cry?&lt;br /&gt;I don'&lt;wbr&gt;t think&lt;wbr&gt; so.. and I am sure he would&lt;wbr&gt;n't admit&lt;wbr&gt; it if he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36- What did you name the baby?&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Ashly&lt;wbr&gt;n Larue&lt;wbr&gt;, after&lt;wbr&gt; my grand&lt;wbr&gt;ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37- Did the baby have any compl&lt;wbr&gt;icati&lt;wbr&gt;ons?&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Nope,&lt;wbr&gt; she was perfe&lt;wbr&gt;ct! It was a mirac&lt;wbr&gt;le becau&lt;wbr&gt;se my docto&lt;wbr&gt;r told me from day 1 to plan on havin&lt;wbr&gt;g her in NICU for 7 - 10 days.&lt;wbr&gt; She truly&lt;wbr&gt; was a mirac&lt;wbr&gt;le I don'&lt;wbr&gt;t care what anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38- How old is the baby today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;2 month&lt;wbr&gt;s yeste&lt;wbr&gt;rday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39- When is the next one comin&lt;wbr&gt;g?&lt;br /&gt;We get to resta&lt;wbr&gt;rt the adopt&lt;wbr&gt;ion proce&lt;wbr&gt;ss when she turns&lt;wbr&gt; 1 so who knows&lt;wbr&gt; how soon it will be when we get a child&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40- Are you marri&lt;wbr&gt;ed now?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41-&lt;wbr&gt;if you could&lt;wbr&gt;, would&lt;wbr&gt; you do it all over again&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Of cours&lt;wbr&gt;e... I just don'&lt;wbr&gt;t think&lt;wbr&gt; I want to be that sick again&lt;wbr&gt; but we will see!&lt;wbr&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8876668886426487582?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8876668886426487582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8876668886426487582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8876668886426487582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8876668886426487582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-questions.html' title='Mommy questions'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-430259748278023042</id><published>2008-09-15T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:13:21.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Those of you who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; know me, know that P!nk is my favorite singer and that Carey Hart is really Ashlyn's daddy... anyway so I just thought I would share her latest video with those of you who may not have seen it! ENJOY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:424px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://myplay.com/share/widgets/viral"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=346854"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://myplay.com/share/widgets/viral" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" flashvars="id=346854" thumbnail="http://myplay.com/files/imagecache/badge_image_bigger/files/video_stills/pink_sowhat480.jpg" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; background: #000; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px 6px 3px 6px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkspage.com" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-decoration:none; color: #FFF"&gt;Artist Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://myplay.com/artists/pink" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-decoration:none; color: #FFF"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-430259748278023042?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/430259748278023042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=430259748278023042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/430259748278023042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/430259748278023042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-what_15.html' title='SO WHAT!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1868940587127976848</id><published>2008-09-10T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:05:01.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>car accident pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMgnvidrxYI/AAAAAAAAALk/rsDmdES0HhE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMgnvidrxYI/AAAAAAAAALk/rsDmdES0HhE/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244485463731586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside of the truck. if you look close above the driver's seat, you can see a break in the window... that was from Annette's hand. and the "Oh crap" handle on the passenger side dashboard, was completely jammed because that is what Bret was holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMglVwfgbLI/AAAAAAAAALU/Z9a5ISGreUs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMglVwfgbLI/AAAAAAAAALU/Z9a5ISGreUs/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244482821797473458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's aftermath... calls himself "Sloth" off of Goonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMglV76SYkI/AAAAAAAAALc/_Jxps-1tMNY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMglV76SYkI/AAAAAAAAALc/_Jxps-1tMNY/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244482824862589506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what use to be a Chevy... and the dodge don't look to swell either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So these are some pictures of that accident that Annette and Bret were in. They are all doing better, but Jackson has to go have some more surgery tomorrow. This is what his mom emailed to all of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Jackson has been seen by a  wonderful Dr. in Salt Lake who specializes in plastic surgery of the face and  especially the eyes.  Bret and I have been very impressed with him.   Upon review of the CT scans from the hospital in Idaho Falls, he has determined  that he will need to reconstruct the bony eye socket around Jack's eye.   The first surgery that Jackson received in Idaho Falls would have been  sufficient for the small fracture in the part of the socket under the eye,  however there is a much bigger fracture in the part of the socket between his  right eye and nose.  Much of the fatty tissue and muscle that supports the  eye has sunk into this fracture and is allowing his eyeball to sink deeper into  his face.  He is scheduled for surgery on Thursday morning.  We will  get the exact time from the surgical center on Wednesday afternoon.  The  Dr. is confident that a titanium plate covered in plastic will allow for proper  placement of the eyeball.  It is an out-patient surgery that should  last about 2 hours.  Jack should be able to come home on Thursday  night and hopefully be able to get some much-needed quiet  rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When me and my sister went to see them last week, they were telling us what Jackson had said to Annette and it made me cry, so I thought I would share. He said "Mom, it couldn't have been dad that got hurt because he has to go to work and make money for us, and it couldn't have been you because our house would get to be a big mess, and it couldn't have been Jakey or Jess because they wouldn't have made it... so it just had to be me that got hurt" SNIFF, SNIFF...... he is so grown up at only age 8 and definitely had some angels watching over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anyway, just thought I would share with you all. And PLEASE don't drive while tired. I am not sure how many of you have fallen asleep at the wheel, but it is scary. I did on one of my last trips from St George to Hooper, right before Beaver. I am not sure what woke me, but I did with just enough time to swerve off on the exit. Tiredness can hit you so quick and you don't even realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1868940587127976848?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1868940587127976848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1868940587127976848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1868940587127976848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1868940587127976848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/car-accident-pics.html' title='car accident pics'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SMgnvidrxYI/AAAAAAAAALk/rsDmdES0HhE/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8562356519983235825</id><published>2008-09-03T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:08:30.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>So my sister's friend and her family arrived home last night. They are all pretty sore, as expected, but other wise doing ok. We found out a little more detail so I will share.&lt;br /&gt;They were leaving West Yellowstone heading back to their cabin in Island Park and Bret said he was too tired from driving all day so Annette said she would drive. The next thing she knows she wakes up and is the other lane and put up her hand to tell the other truck to stop but it's too late and they smash head on. It mangled Annette's hand and wedding ring, Bret was reclined in the seat and he got cut on his neck and Jackson was behind him and we don't know what he hit his head on, but his eye was pushed back and it injured his cheek and his eyelid was pretty damaged. (he had surgery yesterday morning and when he came out he said he wanted to see his face and called himself Sloth off of Goonies- which he sort of does, just to agree with him) and then Jake and Jess were ok. Anyway, Annette said it felt like she just blinked because she didn't feel tired, but blames herself so much. They said that if they hadn't crashed into a truck, if it had been a car, they all would have died.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was another car accident on that same road earlier in the day where 2 little kids had died so when my sister kept getting phone calls during the night and all day yesterday that is what everyone assumed. It sort of reminded me of when Becky and Katie were in their really bad accident the same night that Nate died and when I found out I was told that Becky and Katie were with Nate... I was SO sick, to think I lost my best friend and another close friend. So I took off to the hospital and when I saw Katie's parents and they set the record straight I just bawled even more. Well that had nothing to do with this story, but that was almost 11 years ago and I still think about it, mainly because Katie was wearing my new shirt and they had to cut it off of her and it had blood on it. Love ya Katie, and I love to bring that up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8562356519983235825?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8562356519983235825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8562356519983235825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8562356519983235825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8562356519983235825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2718692394871894868</id><published>2008-09-01T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:48:25.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Card</title><content type='html'>So I am asking for more prayers.. but not in my behalf this time. My sisters best friend, her husband and 3 boys (ages 8 to 1) were involved in a pretty bad head on collision today. They all got bumps and bruises but the oldest boy got the worst of it and has head trauma. He was transported to a hospital and the last we heard, about an hour ago, he still hadn't regained consciousness. It is so sad and my sister is just heart broken. These boys mean so much to her and I just ask that you all keep them in your thoughts and prayers. I ask for lots of prayers, but have seen the miracles that they bring. If any of you need me to pray for someone, let me know. I have prayed more in my life in the last 6 weeks that my whole life combined it seems.&lt;br /&gt;*Update on Ashlyn: She went for 11 days without stopping breathing, and then Sunday night as we were all loaded in the car to come home from North Ogden, she decided to quit again. So I rip her out of her car seat (someone was helping me because it is a beast of a car seat and I know I couldn't get her out that fast), and put her face down and started to thump her back. She did start breathing again after a few seconds but it was a LONG car ride home and an even longer night.&lt;br /&gt;So that was our adventurous Labor Day... oh and we over the baby contest at Hooper Tomato Days and had her in the contest.. didn't win but OH WELL, she would've won tiniest baby if that had been a category. She was even smaller than the 2 week old!! Then we spent the rest of the day moving my brother and his family into their new house... nothing cool or exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2718692394871894868?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2718692394871894868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2718692394871894868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2718692394871894868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2718692394871894868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer-card.html' title='Prayer Card'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2999203401455949029</id><published>2008-08-28T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:06:07.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am looking for a voice recorder to borrow next Sunday (Sept 7th) to record Ashlyn's blessing... Anyone have one I could borrow???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2999203401455949029?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2999203401455949029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2999203401455949029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2999203401455949029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2999203401455949029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyone.html' title='anyone?'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3179582024901886216</id><published>2008-08-23T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:35:16.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlyn.... again</title><content type='html'>We went and had a professional photo shoot on Monday. Ashlyn was so good... for most of it. You can obviously tell we are first time parents with all the pictures, plus our photographer took 191 pictures so this is only the tip of the iceburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" width="426" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197297473124&amp;amp;site=widget-64.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197297473124&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/2449958197297473124/ms_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197297473124&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p2/2449958197297473124/ms_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197297473124&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p4/2449958197297473124/ms_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/2313212716794472189-3179582024901886216?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3179582024901886216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3179582024901886216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3179582024901886216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3179582024901886216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/ashlyn-again.html' title='Ashlyn.... again'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5221543104479920609</id><published>2008-08-20T17:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:18:20.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER visit'/><title type='text'>No more sleep for me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well today was another adventurous day in the Cox household. My mom was sitting holding Ashlyn and I was fixing her a bottle and I left the room to go get a bib and I hear my mom in the kitchen saying "baby, baby" and I knew that she had stopped breathing. So I book it into the kitchen and Ashlyn's face is dark red/purple and she is totally not breathing. So I go grab the suction-thingy and start to suction out her mouth and I got nothing... so I decide to call 911 since this time it was lasting longer than it ever had and her face turned colors. So I am on the phone with the dispatcher and she is telling me what to do (bawling my eyes out) and she stayed on the phone with me until the Sheriff's arrived. So they took over and then the ambulance, fire truck, and paramedic all arrive and take over. In the meantime I have my niece call Kevin to let him know what is going on and bless her little heart she couldn't even get the words out to tell him. It really scared her (and me and my mom also). Anyway, so then they say that they are going to transport her to the hospital since she still wasn't breathing just right and it had been about 10 -15 minutes. So to watch them (about 5 workers) carry her out just broke my heart even more. I rode in the front of the ambulance with them since there was 4 workers in the back and not room for me up to the hospital. And we get there and it is such a waiting game while in the ER... ridiculous if you ask me. I mean I have a one month old that wasn't breathing and I saw the doctor twice in 3 1/2 hours and the nurst 3 times is all. I was so mad. But the end result is that they all think it is this stupid reflux crap and that it is normal for how early she was (6 weeks) and from my c-section. So still no REAL answers of why she is doing this and no answer for how long it might last. So we go back to the plan: meds again, feed her little amounts every 2 hours, burp her half way through the feeding and then finish the bottle, she has to remain upright for a minimum of 45 minutes after (we usually do 1 to 1 1/2 hours), sleep on her side propped up, and can't have any pressure on her belly when she is being held, sleeping or in the bouncy chair or swing.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! And who wants to come take a shift???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5221543104479920609?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5221543104479920609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5221543104479920609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5221543104479920609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5221543104479920609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-sleep-for-me.html' title='No more sleep for me!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4718275372013508502</id><published>2008-08-18T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:23:11.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlyn 1 month'/><title type='text'>Already a month old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKn2KVTpX0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AcLgc2NDFI4/s1600-h/IMG00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKn2KVTpX0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AcLgc2NDFI4/s320/IMG00064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235986699173584706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times flies so fast... we can't believe that Ashlyn is already 4 weeks old (okay, today she is 30 days old). She has changed so much and is such a little blessing in our lives. Happy 1 month old Ashy! Also an update on her: we went to see another pediatrician to get a second opinion since I didn't want to have her sedated and this doctor said that the other doc was jumping the gun and that she didn't think she needed to take her meds and definitely wait for the upper GI. I was relieved to hear that. So she just said that we will watch her and if it isn't getting better in a month or so then we can choose different options.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-4718275372013508502?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4718275372013508502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4718275372013508502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4718275372013508502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4718275372013508502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/already-month-old.html' title='Already a month old!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKn2KVTpX0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AcLgc2NDFI4/s72-c/IMG00064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3541473246251280924</id><published>2008-08-13T23:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:02:14.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yup... braggin' again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG49iFABI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mRac95cciZQ/s1600-h/100_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG49iFABI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mRac95cciZQ/s320/100_0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234245873827119122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG5EClazI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZfqqzjTztWg/s1600-h/100_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG5EClazI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZfqqzjTztWg/s320/100_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234245875574074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG5XtAGkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ylsOuUaBw7I/s1600-h/100_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG5XtAGkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ylsOuUaBw7I/s320/100_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234245880852257346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       So me and my mom decided to try and play photographers today with Ashlyn and these are some of our favorite pictures. I think we did an okay job. The professinal pictures will be posted after next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;*on a side note, I need your prayers again. Ashlyn keeps having "episodes" where she stops breathing for a couple of seconds and/or she has her formula leak out her nose and mouth. She doesn't spit it up it just leaks and she doesn't make any noises when it happens except maybe a sneeze once in a while. So needless to say I don't sleep so that I can watch her. When she eats she has to burp really good and then she has to stay upright for a while after and sleepon her side (which doesn't always help). Anyway, so last Thursday she started meds and they haven't helped at all and when I called her pediatrician today he said that we need to do an upper GI scope to see what's going on. I don't want her sedated because she is only 3 1/2 weeks old, but we need to get to the bottom of this problem so we can all get some rest. I know I ask for lots of prayers in our behalf, but I truly believe they work. I have seen results time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thank you all in advance and will post the outcome when we know. Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3541473246251280924?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3541473246251280924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3541473246251280924' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3541473246251280924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3541473246251280924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/yup-braggin-again.html' title='yup... braggin&apos; again'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SKPG49iFABI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mRac95cciZQ/s72-c/100_0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1431254443503440734</id><published>2008-08-08T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:38:40.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...because it's ladies night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJz0Wg618hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NuA-7DhQg_4/s1600-h/100_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJz0Wg618hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NuA-7DhQg_4/s320/100_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232325534728712722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; Katie's "high school dance picture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzz8cwIvgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Mj8MjiZ2UyA/s1600-h/100_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzz8cwIvgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Mj8MjiZ2UyA/s320/100_0869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232325086933466626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie &amp;amp; MO getting their drink on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzz83Nw3tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xxQlaf2_J9s/s1600-h/100_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzz83Nw3tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xxQlaf2_J9s/s320/100_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232325094037053138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMM. salsa and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzz9MtVVkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/92B_f8UqaLo/s1600-h/100_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzz9MtVVkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/92B_f8UqaLo/s320/100_0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232325099806611010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE to the Daiquiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzjCVukuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uqwbx23QnqQ/s1600-h/100_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzjCVukuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uqwbx23QnqQ/s320/100_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324650346648290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MO and her flower that she DID NOT steal from E.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzja662qI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbq8SV4g-MI/s1600-h/100_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzja662qI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbq8SV4g-MI/s320/100_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324656945093282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to take a self portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzjr_n4BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/c2bHIsFa0g8/s1600-h/100_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzjr_n4BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/c2bHIsFa0g8/s320/100_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324661528223762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture TA 40 took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzkSTGspI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uLJBLTqjNwY/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJzzkSTGspI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uLJBLTqjNwY/s320/100_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324671810482834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie pouting because she "looks fat" in before picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, me , MO &amp;amp; Katie went for another of our wild and crazy girl's night out. I know that most of you who are reading this are going to be so jealous because let's face it, when the 3 of us are together we funner than (insert what you think is fun here). Anyway, the night started off with Katie picking me up as her date and my mom insisted on us taking a photo together. (the last one of us together for fun was when we were 16 or 17). Then off we went to get MO, we were too lazy to walk to her door and pick her up (sorry MO). Then we finally decided on El Matador as the destination for the evening. Boy, were they in for it. So luckily after Katie's "smooth moves" driving, I really think she is the only car on the road) we arrived at THE destination. Upon entering and arriving at our seats, the festivities began...and so did the B.S.-ing. I am sorry that I am not able to elaborate more on those conversations but they are confidential. Anyway, so we order the grub and MO gets her drink on... and her bartender "TA 40" was overly thrilled that #1- MO was 1/4 Filipino, and #2- she was keeping an open tab. So we down the chips and salsa, have a few daiquiri's and a dr pepper, ate some good grub and topped it all off with sopapillas. Katie's high point of the evening was when our waitress told her that she looked too young to be married and have kids... she said she looked 24. Me and MO, apparently looked like her grandma's sitting there. Anyway, so then the check arrives and our sugar momma whips out the check book and I calculate how much it is. So Katie writes the check and goes to pay. Me and MO go and set the scene for the picture that is about to be taken and wonder why it is taking Katie so long to pay. I wander over and well, apparently we had to much to drink- both virgin and fully loaded- and didn't figure in the tax, we are so smart. But the highlight of that moment was the ladies face standing behind Katie... she would be an entire blog entry herself. Anyway, so then we ask TA 40 to take a picture of us and Katie ends up pouting because she "looks" fat... cry me a river justin timberlake! We all know you aren't fat!!! Then off we went to DownEast because it was still too early to go home. That is where we met Rick... the singing shift manager, who was told that he needed singing lessons by another customer. We thought his voice was magical. Anyway, so by this time it is getting to be the wee hours of the night (9:00-ish) and decide to go and top off our night at the local ladies club... my house, holding the baby.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT girls night though, we are going to venture even farther and take the frontrunner to Salt Lake. If you feel like you would want to attend one of these adventurous evenings, please inquire within. ONLY the priveleged are allowed to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1431254443503440734?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1431254443503440734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1431254443503440734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1431254443503440734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1431254443503440734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-its-ladies-night.html' title='...because it&apos;s ladies night'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SJz0Wg618hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NuA-7DhQg_4/s72-c/100_0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4393152531851759071</id><published>2008-07-25T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:09:59.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope you are all happy now</title><content type='html'>sorry it has taken me 6 WHOLE days to post some pictures but when you aren't feeling the best after surgery it takes a while. But here she is... hope you all enjoy! And sorry about the last picture. It was the first time that I got to hold her and I was still extremely sick (I will have a post to describe my experience later with some exciting pictures) and to tell you the truth I don't remember Saturday at all or else that picture wouldn't have been taken of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=118579952&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="426" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=118579952"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=118579952&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=118579952"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link4.php"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link4.gif" width="84" /&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/2313212716794472189-4393152531851759071?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4393152531851759071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4393152531851759071' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4393152531851759071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4393152531851759071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/hope-you-are-all-happy-now.html' title='Hope you are all happy now'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8375289336211367797</id><published>2008-07-20T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:48:07.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>she's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ashlyn Larue Cox arrived Saturday morning at 9:52 am weighing 6.5lbs and was 18 1/2 inches long. She has lots of dark hair and looks like the Creager family, not the Cox's. I will post some pictures later.... thanks for all the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8375289336211367797?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8375289336211367797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8375289336211367797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8375289336211367797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8375289336211367797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-here.html' title='she&apos;s here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8503704621021817337</id><published>2008-07-16T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:43:33.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Robyn &amp; Baby</title><content type='html'>Robyn has been admitted to the hospital as of yesterday. She will be having the baby sometime next week(They are saying Tuesday). She has Toxemia, Pre-eclampsia, High BP, Bad Sugars etc....Poor kid she is very emotional as you can imagine so lets all pray for her and leave her a comment to cheer her up! Thanks Everyone.....Love you Bobby, so much....Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8503704621021817337?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8503704621021817337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8503704621021817337' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8503704621021817337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8503704621021817337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-on-robyn-baby.html' title='Update on Robyn &amp; Baby'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4161746702105367445</id><published>2008-07-11T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:40:54.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I hate goodbye's"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHehMNblBBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q0eEsf4LCSI/s1600-h/l_3f74fc7fd1a81ea5da474fad0774d0ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHehMNblBBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q0eEsf4LCSI/s320/l_3f74fc7fd1a81ea5da474fad0774d0ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221819524095214610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So today, Dizel &amp;amp; AH (my brother Randy &amp;amp; his wife Holly) leave to start their new life in Elko, Nevada. This was something that they sprung on us about 6 weeks ago, and I can't believe that the time is already here. Randy got a job offer at the second largest gold mine in the world as a mechanic and he just couldn't pass it up. The pay is much better (because it's not in Utah), the benefits are unbelievable and well I just hope that it works out for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Last night, we had a birthday/going away party for them and it was hard. Yesterday was Pa's birthday (my daddy), and Wyatt's is on Tuesday and Randy's is on the 21st, and then with them leaving today it all just sort of worked out. We had a delicious dinner and some fabulous dessert... but when it came time to say goodbye, there was no holding back the tears. It made me think back to when me &amp;amp; Kevin moved to St. George. I had never lived away from family (even extended family all lived within 10 - 15 mintues of each other) so me moving to St. George was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; to say the least. I had no family and Kevin had all of his dad's to lean on down there. But with Dizel &amp;amp; AH, neither of them have anyone down there so they are going to have to rely on each other full time, and we ALL know that in marriage, when that should be the easiest thing to do, we all need a daddy or a mommy or sibling to call on once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So the next hard thing is that they have to leave their "babies" behind for about a month. Their "babies" are named Rilee and Sabre and are the funnest boxers you will ever know. That is what is really getting to my brother and Holly. Her mom, which I am not bad mouthing at all, is going to move into their house which they are trying to sell if anyone is interested, and I don't know how she is going to do with Rilee and Sabre. They are going to be locked in a kennel all day except when I go and let them out during the day to do their business and then after that I don't know what will happen with them. I just hope that she knows that those 2 are my brothers "babies" and would kill if anything happened to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So sappy as this may sound, I am going to miss Dizel and AH. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye ( and I for sure know that they won't read this so I can say what I want), but it is going to be hard for me not to have Randy 11 miles away for me to run to when I need someone. I love you guys and I hope the best for you and I will pray everyday that you will be safe inside that mine. and "I hate goodbyes"... "how bout a hug"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHegychSYrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jAhckZ_MhsU/s1600-h/l_226e4e40fb38b093b827aad350b215bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHegychSYrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jAhckZ_MhsU/s320/l_226e4e40fb38b093b827aad350b215bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221819081469092530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have to show off their tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHegyZT3CgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/knu-qjfkthc/s1600-h/l_46793d944c6eff7b7ad9b9295e636191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHegyZT3CgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/knu-qjfkthc/s320/l_46793d944c6eff7b7ad9b9295e636191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221819080607468034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This picture is "Amazing" as Holly would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-4161746702105367445?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4161746702105367445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4161746702105367445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4161746702105367445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4161746702105367445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='&quot;I hate goodbye&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SHehMNblBBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q0eEsf4LCSI/s72-c/l_3f74fc7fd1a81ea5da474fad0774d0ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5228898279361272842</id><published>2008-07-08T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:57:50.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hellen keller??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I went to another one of my good old doctor appointments yesterday for the usual stuff and as he was doing the ultrasound to check the fluid and stuff I asked out of curiosity how much my little one weighed, you know since he told me that "She isn't small by any means" so he is doing some measuring and he is all "Most babies at 33 weeks are around 2 1/2 to 3 lbs, yours is saying 4.9!!!" WHAT THE HELLEN KELLER???? My baby is going to come out walking at this rate. Anyway, so there you have it, she is huge and I still have 4 weeks left. OUCH! Good thing for c-sections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5228898279361272842?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5228898279361272842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5228898279361272842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5228898279361272842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5228898279361272842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-hellen-keller.html' title='What the hellen keller??'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7037918646228693580</id><published>2008-07-02T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:10:00.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Katie.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SGwYwDmohiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MG7o4wCqSnU/s1600-h/100_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SGwYwDmohiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MG7o4wCqSnU/s320/100_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218573282095695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Katie said that my blog is SOOOO June, so here is my first July post. I will post some pictures of my recent projects in the near future, i.e: baby quilt, crib bumper, pillow for my rocking chair, refinished a dresser and my rocking chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And update on the baby, only 5 (yes count them 5) weeks left!! YAY!! And at my last appointment my Doc's exact words to me were "Well she isn't little by any means", so therefore my baby is going to be walking when she comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happy now Katie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-7037918646228693580?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7037918646228693580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7037918646228693580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7037918646228693580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7037918646228693580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-katie.html' title='For Katie.....'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SGwYwDmohiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MG7o4wCqSnU/s72-c/100_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8823874421737640939</id><published>2008-06-12T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:54:46.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to everyone.. the power of prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks to everyone for your prayers and kind words. I have seen the power of prayer work in my life before and thanks to all of you, it happened again. We aren't out of the woods yet, but I at least had a better report yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday I woke up feeling pretty crappy so I go to sacrament meeting and I am just feeling worse and worse while sitting there. I then think that I can go try to go to Relief Society, boy was I wrong. I had the worst cramping I have ever had and my back was making it so that I couldn't even walk. So I came home and tried to take a nap for a while. When I woke up, I was in in so much pain that I didn't know what to do. I just was thankful that I was going to be seeing my doctor Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So I go to my appointment and I am telling him all of my symptoms. He thinks that it is either a kidney infection, a bladder infection, the start of a kidney stones or just regular pregnancy pains. In my mind, I am thinking... it's me, so of course it is going to be the worse case scenario. So he does a work up of me with blood and a UA ad says that he needs to do an ultrasound to see how the baby is. So he is looking and is all "she is a lot bigger than she should be right now. Let's get you back and do another non-stress test." So I go get hooked up to the machine and he comes in and is looking at it and says that she isn't responding how he wants her to. His words were "She's reactive but not reassuring." My heart sunk. So he leaves the room and comes back in with the zapper to try and stimulate her and then comes back in a little while later and told me that I either need to go eat something and come back and have the test done again, or come back tonight to L &amp;amp; D or come back first thing in the morning to L &amp;amp; D and have the test done. So me and my mom leave and we decide that I will go eat and come back in case I need to also come have in done the next day also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So I get back to his office and I get all hooked back up to the machine and wait around for him to come in. Again, she is reactive but reassuring. I kept thinking to myself I better not lose this baby at 7 months. What sort of crap is that? I have been doing everything that I should! So he comes back in and says that I need to come back to L &amp;amp; D and have another test done by Wednesday and then we will decide where to go from there, since he is going to be out of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So I get a call the next morning from his nurse telling me that my blood work and UA cultures were negative and they don't know what is causing my illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So fast forward to Wednesday. Me and mom head to L &amp;amp; D, and what an ordeal that is! It is basically like I am checking in to give birth. Anyway, so I get asked a gazillion questions and hooked up to the non stress test machine and they prop me up on my side and then I just lay there for at least an hour or more.... it was a LONG time. So they watch it and the R.N. comes in and is looking at it and says that she is going to try and get a hold of my doctor and if not she will call the doctor on call and tell him what she has found. So after about another 30 minutes or so she comes back in says that my baby looks awesome and that I can go home. WHAT A FREAKIN RELIEF!!! Those are the words I have needed to hear for the last 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So all in all, she is doing pretty good. I have been feeling her move and that is a relief in my mind. So I just want to THANK ALL OF YOU for all of your prayers. It means the world to me. I am sure that I have prayed more in the last few days that I have my entire life combined and that is my experience of the power of prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKS AGAIN AND I LOVE YOU ALL FOR CARING SO MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8823874421737640939?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8823874421737640939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8823874421737640939' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8823874421737640939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8823874421737640939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-to-everyone-power-of-prayer.html' title='Thanks to everyone.. the power of prayer'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5821967138386614057</id><published>2008-06-09T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:54:16.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when everything was going good....</title><content type='html'>BAM! my doctor is concerned about the baby. I can't really write a lot about it right now because of my emotions. I will write more later after I have some more tests run and I talk to my doctor on Wednesday and find out what the next plan of action is. All I am asking is for prayers... and lots of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5821967138386614057?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5821967138386614057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5821967138386614057' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5821967138386614057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5821967138386614057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-when-everything-was-going-good.html' title='Just when everything was going good....'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1364017776050557381</id><published>2008-06-04T22:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:03:41.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Marriage tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;How long have you been married? 4 interesting years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;How old is your spouse? he will be 30 in 6 months. Man I married an old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who eats more? it depends, mostly me especially in the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who said I love you first? yeah, I was the sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who is taller? Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who sings better? definitely me! Kevin sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who is smarter? Kevin by far. When he was younger he would read encyclopedias and dictionaries. At least I can spell better than him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who controls the T.V. remote? Me!! But since living with my parents we watch t.v. apart so we can both control what we watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Whose temper is worse? I take the cake on that one... I am a Creager and that is what we are known for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who does the laundry? Me, but that is because I don't do dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who does the dishes? Kevin, it is an even trade in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? looking at the bed, it's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who cooks dinner? both, lately its been mom or sister, but when we lived alone we took turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who is more stubborn? Again, this one belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? I am NEVER wrong!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Whose parents do you see the most? Mine since we live with them. Hopefully that will be changing REAL soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who has more friends? Who knows. I actually go out with friends where he doesn't but who knows. I have never counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who has more siblings? Kevin, he has 4 sisters, 1 brother, 1 foster sister, 1 step sister and 2 step brothers on his dad's side, and I think 2 step brothers and 1 step sister on his mom's side. They are quite the big Brady Bunch. I on the other hand have 1 sister and 2 brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who wears the pants in the family? I would like to think that it's me. But again, who really knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;**Now I tag Deanna, Mel and Steph!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1364017776050557381?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1364017776050557381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1364017776050557381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1364017776050557381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1364017776050557381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/marriage-tag_04.html' title='Marriage Tag'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7611104592726989180</id><published>2008-06-01T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:03:49.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Katie &amp; MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I have to write and thank Katie and MO for such a fun time. They really know how to pick a girl up  when I was so hurt and crying all week. And they really know "how to pick a girl up" too, if you catch my drift. WINK WINK NOD NOD. So thank you for the few hours of nothing but fun (and letting me rant a little) and then back to more fun. Thank you for the advice and the encouragement and letting me eat all the popcorn! BABY LIKEY THE POPCORN!! It was nice to just go out and have my mind on other things than what it has been on for an entire week. SO THANKS LADIES! I can never repay you. And on "the scale of 0 - 10" you are both 0's!! HA HA... next time lets where our old prom dresses or flip our collars up and have a blue tooth in each ear!!   SHEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-7611104592726989180?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7611104592726989180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7611104592726989180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7611104592726989180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7611104592726989180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-katie-mo.html' title='For Katie &amp; MO'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1552950595571738318</id><published>2008-05-28T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:26:57.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weeks and 20 visits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So I went to see the doctor last Thursday and he broke the best news to me... I get to now go see him twice a week for the next 10 weeks!! Oh boy, lucky me! It's a good thing that gas is SO cheap so I can afford to drive there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, at my appointment he said that with the diabetes it's the wisest thing to do. Don't be alarmed, there isn't anything wrong with the baby it is just for precaution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, so the reasons I get to go see him twice a week now is that I am very high risk for pre-eclampsia and toxemia. He says that the warning signs for it are protein in the urine, and since I have had protein in my urine since the beginning of time, it could just sneak up on me. So I get to go have my blood pressure taken twice a week, a non stress test once a week, a 24 hour urine test weekly, blood tests weekly, and ultrasound weekly and then I actually see the doctor every other week. YIPPEE!!! The only thing that would make this better is if he put me on bed rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He also told me that he will be taking her the first week in August, I am shooting for 08-08-08.We also decided together that she will be taken by c-section. I am a little nervous about that, but he explained the pro's and con's of both scenarios and I decided that c-section would be the best. I know that with some prayers it will all be good. I have always been told that diabetics almost always have c-sections for the safety of baby and mommy, but now that it is a reality I am getting nervous. 10 weeks is not that far away. I mean just last week it was Christmas morning and I found out I was pregnant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well that is the happenings for this week with the baby. I just sure hope that the greedy oil punks decide that gas needs to keep going higher so that I can REALLY afford to drive to the hospital twice a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1552950595571738318?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1552950595571738318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1552950595571738318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1552950595571738318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1552950595571738318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-weeks-and-20-visits.html' title='10 weeks and 20 visits...'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4595574586487762458</id><published>2008-05-20T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:05:38.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLING ALL MITT MEISTERS, NEW KIDS ON THE BASE AND BASE BUDDIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SDNB0hYXRXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oi5txJmKAgU/s1600-h/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SDNB0hYXRXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oi5txJmKAgU/s320/100_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202574365112616306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright Mitt Meisters.... we are in some need of catching up time. The last time that our "team" got together was I believe just after senior year and we have all moved on since then. So I have talked to a few people and they are game for a little shindig, and I even mentioned it to Bonnie and she offered her humble abode to have it at. So now all we need to do is get some dates together and come up with a compromise. If you are interested, let me know. I was thinking about making a blog for the Meisters so that we could each go on and update our lives so that we can all keep in touch. We were all good friends at one time and I am sure that most of you are a little curious about what everyone else is up to. So if you want I will work on that blog while I having nothing better to do with my time than sit and be preggers. If you have contact with others from the team let them know also and have them email me bobby-bop@hotmail.com and we can get the ball rolling... no pun intended. And I want to hear from people who are back in the good old "New Kids on the Base" and "Base Buddies" days! Ya I know, most of you are jealous over our first 2 team names, just don't be haters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-4595574586487762458?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4595574586487762458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4595574586487762458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4595574586487762458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4595574586487762458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/calling-all-mitt-meisters.html' title='CALLING ALL MITT MEISTERS, NEW KIDS ON THE BASE AND BASE BUDDIES'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SDNB0hYXRXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oi5txJmKAgU/s72-c/100_0724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7934441795447233926</id><published>2008-05-18T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:28:24.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 1/2 months preggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SDD-dxYXRWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tiHI7Q1SKtc/s1600-h/100_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SDD-dxYXRWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tiHI7Q1SKtc/s320/100_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937357038110050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So this is me... 6 1/2 months preggers and starting to get  the big belly and I am starting with a little misery. (I think that I look a lot bigger in this picture than I really) My early onset of cankles is pretty neat. And now that it is getting warmer... so is my internal body temperature. I did actually mow the lawn yesterday for my parents and boy oh boy, that was some hot and sweaty fun. But I have felt her kick more and more and it's been so fun. Me and Kevin usually lay in bed and read for about 30 minutes or so (me usually an hour to let the other fun side of reflux subside) and that is when she is moving the most. Anyway, I see Dr Hartman again this week and we will see how things are progressing. It is actually really exciting to think that in just about 2 months I will have a little bundle of joy in my arms and scary as all get out to think that I am going to be responsible for someone else! **you know as I sit here and type this I am wondering really why am I posting this picture?? I look ginormous!! But at least it is in a cute outfit!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-7934441795447233926?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7934441795447233926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7934441795447233926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7934441795447233926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7934441795447233926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-12-months-preggers.html' title='6 1/2 months preggers'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SDD-dxYXRWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tiHI7Q1SKtc/s72-c/100_0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5072672731703104627</id><published>2008-05-09T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:54:19.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day- my all time favorite video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZE-pKrjK8pc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZE-pKrjK8pc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5072672731703104627?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5072672731703104627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5072672731703104627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5072672731703104627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5072672731703104627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-my-all-time-favorite.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day- my all time favorite video'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7120744122410320652</id><published>2008-05-08T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:54:44.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged... and Joni will pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What your suppose to do.....delete my answers and type in your own. Don't for get to tag four people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A)Four places I go over and over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Chevron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. The bathroom (thanks to being preggers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B)Four people who email me the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C)Four of my favorite foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Daddy's rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Cafe Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Dad's work or Aunt Linda's peanut butter bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D)Four Places in which I would rather be right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Giving birth (I can't wait to see her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Switzerland (with Dave &amp;amp; Summer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. On a cruise (maybe with Katie... not Joni ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. In our OWN home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;E)Four people I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Deanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Jeanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;F)Four movies I would watch over and over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Dumb and Dumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Footloose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Anything with Owen Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-7120744122410320652?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7120744122410320652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7120744122410320652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7120744122410320652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7120744122410320652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-tagged-and-joni-will-pay.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged... and Joni will pay'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3715150356358107714</id><published>2008-05-06T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:46:16.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>really? it's ONLY been 4 years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzLQ7zXoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pu5hQuQY2rQ/s1600-h/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzLQ7zXoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pu5hQuQY2rQ/s320/100_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197491713579638402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Our invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzLg7zXpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92u3iiC5zgY/s1600-h/100_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzLg7zXpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92u3iiC5zgY/s320/100_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197491717874605714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we were engaged.. Thanksgiving 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today me and Kevin celebrated our big 4 years of blissful marriage. It is hard to believe that it's been only 4 years, but at sometimes (and Kevin agrees) it feels like its been about 15. We didn't do anything fun like we usually do because I was pretty sick, so I slept most of the day. Then Kevin took work off a little early and came home to get me and then we went for a ride... to some stores is all he told me. So we go driving to Roy and pull into Aaron's Jewelry, and I was seriously thinking that he was going to pick him out a new wedding band since he doesn't wear the one I bought him. Anyway so we go in and he asks the girl where the earrings are... and I am thinking "What? This is actually for me?....crazy!" Anyway so he tells me to pick out a pair of earrings. So I tell him that he did such a good job at picking out my wedding ring on his own that he should just pick out my earrings also, so he got me a small pair of half hoops. They weren't too shabby in my eyes. Then after we sat and talked to Mitzi for a while we left and went to get Kevin some nice flip flops, not a bad trade huh? Anyway so now I am wearing his Harley on my left ring finger and his new gun in my ears! Now don't go thinking that I am some selfish girl who doesn't buy anything for her husband... we are going to go pick him up and new motorcycle this summer as soon as our 2 credit cards are paid off. Anyway, thanks babe for a great day when I felt like She-ite! Diamonds ARE the best medicine. oh and Kevin "I hate your face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzMA7zXqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7JQmFAnosR4/s1600-h/100_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzMA7zXqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7JQmFAnosR4/s320/100_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197491726464540322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Diamonds... good medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzMQ7zXrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G8YP4idbv1g/s1600-h/100_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzMQ7zXrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G8YP4idbv1g/s320/100_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197491730759507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3715150356358107714?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3715150356358107714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3715150356358107714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3715150356358107714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3715150356358107714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/really-its-only-been-4-years.html' title='really? it&apos;s ONLY been 4 years?'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SCEzLQ7zXoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pu5hQuQY2rQ/s72-c/100_0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-9216179894792597747</id><published>2008-04-30T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:52:22.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey says: it's still a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last Wednesday, I went in for my big ultrasound. I wasn't nervous until we arrived and my cousin was in front of me for her appointment. She is expecting a boy and me a girl. So we sit and wait and they finally call my name just as Sherrie and Josh are walking out and my mom says "well did anything fall off" and they both had this deer in the headlight look and Josh is all "actually yes... he is now a girl!" What the H? I knew this sort of thing happened but NOT to MY family. So then I get a sick feeling in my stomach as I walk back to the room. So we get in there and the tech was talking to me and she is all "now this is a boy right" and I am all "Um NO, she is a girl" and she is all "well who told you that?" (heart now sinking even further) and I said "I went to the perinatal doctor and they told me that it was 95% a girl" and she is all "oh ok, I was going to give you a bad time if it was Dr. Hartman".... not too funny. Anyway, so yes SHE IS A GIRL. It was really fun to have my mom come to the appointment with me because the only time that she has seen an ultrasound was when she miscarried her twins about 22 - 23 years ago. So yes, she did tear up which made me tear up also. The nurse also told me what a good daddy Kevin will be since he has been to all of my appointments. I agree... Kevin is a kid magnet and I don't have any doubt that he will be a good daddy.... and she will most likely be a "daddy's girl" just like me. I have attached some pictures of the ultrasound. The first picture is her profile with her little ear. The second is of her sucking her thumb and the third one is of her shoulder.  So far we think that she has my cheeks and chin (poor girl) and has the "Cox" nose... but time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNhA7zXiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sDInpKi-IIU/s1600-h/100_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNhA7zXiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sDInpKi-IIU/s320/100_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195128137242074658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNiQ7zXjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kb9PKSFq7Js/s1600-h/100_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNiQ7zXjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kb9PKSFq7Js/s320/100_0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195128158716911154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNig7zXkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mx2J5IR6oCo/s1600-h/100_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNig7zXkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mx2J5IR6oCo/s320/100_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195128163011878466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-9216179894792597747?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9216179894792597747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=9216179894792597747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/9216179894792597747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/9216179894792597747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/survey-says-its-still-girl.html' title='Survey says: it&apos;s still a girl'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SBjNhA7zXiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sDInpKi-IIU/s72-c/100_0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3411820675186029633</id><published>2008-04-21T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:19:31.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UTA Front Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXxvnc3cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PQTi2NHpXDw/s1600-h/100_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXxvnc3cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PQTi2NHpXDw/s320/100_0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191761720046837186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXx_nc3dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-u_refL3KW4/s1600-h/100_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXx_nc3dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-u_refL3KW4/s320/100_0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191761724341804498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXyPnc3eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z8t9cqAGwS0/s1600-h/100_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXyPnc3eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z8t9cqAGwS0/s320/100_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191761728636771810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; So yesterday my family got to go for a free ride (and treats) on the new Front Runner. I am sure to most of you this sounds completely boring but in actuality it was lots of fun.... and peaceful. It was "vendor's and family" appreciation day both Saturday and Sunday so we thought why not? Anyway so we board in Ogden at the depot behind Union Station, and my nephews wanted to sit on the top so we had to fight tooth and nail to get seats up there. Along the way we reached 79 mph and the my nephew Wyatt made friends with the workers on there and got to go up and see where they drive... he was amazed. Anyway, we stopped at the 8 stops along the way to Salt Lake and arrived at the final port right by Gateway. So to me this is going to totally rock when having to go to Salt Lake... because I hate Salt Lake traffic. Anyway, it costs $2.50 to board the train and $ .50 for each additional stop that you go to. One of the cool stops is in Layton. It stops right behind Doug &amp;amp; Emmy's (and if you have never eaten there it is a MUST! I use to sluff high school and drive all the way there just for their breakfasts), anyway back to the story if you let them know ahead of time that you would like some food from there for your ride, they will have it read and bring it out to the train where you just pay for it and have a nice meal to eat along the way. How cool is that?? Anyway you can also buy a month pass for $145 which is good for all UTA transportation, i.e: Front Runner, TRAX and the buses. Not to shabby considering what gas prices are. It also runs from 5 am to 11 pm, but that means that you have to catch the last train at 9 something, can't remember.. so all of you local Jazz fans, catch the train and then stay in a hotel for the night and then catch the train the next morning. And if I was a commuter you bet your butts this is how I would travel. Anyway, if any of you seem interested in going for a ride (oh yeah it took 2 1/2 hours round trip but is suppose to be faster when in actually gets in the swing of things) then they are having more free rides this Saturday 26th and then the 28th, 29th and 30th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3411820675186029633?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3411820675186029633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3411820675186029633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3411820675186029633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3411820675186029633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/uta-front-runner.html' title='UTA Front Runner'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SAzXxvnc3cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PQTi2NHpXDw/s72-c/100_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-3162635331714629320</id><published>2008-04-16T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:45:53.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bored.... is that ok with you?</title><content type='html'>So today Kevin started his new job so now I have to be home all day by myself again. AND today was suppose to be my "BIG" ultrasound but the technician had an emergency and couldn't come in. So since I have nothing better to do with my time than sit here and type (I should be working on my schooling), I am going to fill out this LOVE TAG so that many of you can stop wondering about me and Kevin.... and now you can all sleep better at night with this peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet your LoVe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;HONESTLY . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Where did you meet?&lt;/span&gt; We met at my work. *He was actually dating a co-worker at the time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. What was the first thought that went through your head when you met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So this is "THE KEVIN" that everyone is going ga-ga over.... (All the girls at work were in love with him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Do you remember what she/he was wearing?&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember exactly but I believe it was his brown coat with a brown striped shirt underneath.... he was a good dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Where was the first time you kissed this person?&lt;/span&gt; It was at his house. I was trying to see what time it was so he took his little clock and put it behind his head and told me that I needed to come get it.... he was a sly one alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. How did he/she ask you out?&lt;/span&gt; CORRECTION: I asked him out. Okay not technically. My friend also wanted to go out with him so we played "paper, rock, scissors" and since I won she had to ask him out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Where did you go for your first date?&lt;/span&gt; Well he was suppose to cook me an Italian dinner since he was a culinary arts major, but when I arrived to his house he said "I made reservations instead... and my food would never taste like this". It was true. We went to La Farovia's on 25th street and holy macino... it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. How long did you know this person before you became a couple?&lt;/span&gt; I don't think that we ever classified ourselves as a couple. We were just dating. And I thought that he had a harem of women on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Has this person ever proposed to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes he has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; , Turkey Day 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9. Do you and this person have kids together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have a bun in the oven as we speak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10. Have you ever broken the law with this person?&lt;/span&gt; Well since Kevin is trying to get into the Police Academy, we have to be careful... but if breaking the law refers to driving ALWAYS at least 10 over the speed limit, then yes we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11. When was the first time you realized that you liked this person?&lt;/span&gt; I liked him from the get go, but when I truly new I was in love with him was when he stayed most of the night with me at the hospital so my parents could go home and get some rest,. (He also asked my dad that same night if he could marry me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12. Do you get along with any of the ex's of your partner?&lt;/span&gt; I have only met one of them and she was so unfriendly. But I do want to meet his ex-fiancee. She seems amazing and her uncle is Russel M. Nelson so I need to get in good so I can have my ticket to heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13. Do you trust this person?&lt;/span&gt; I sort of have too. I mean I am carrying his love child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;14. Do you see your partner in your future?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but it might just be a picture of him over the fireplace if he doesn't calm down on his risk taking.... and he is going to be a cop, so hopefully he lasts.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;15. What’s the most expensive thing this person has given you?&lt;/span&gt; A baby.... she isn't cheap. But my ring is a close 2nd, it was a good chunk for his motorcycle and if you listen real close it goes vroom, vroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;16. What is one thing he/she does that gets on your nerves?&lt;/span&gt; Just one??? Oh man, where do I start. The biggest thing is that if he sees something that he wants, he just buys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;17. What is the thing you do that gets on his/her nerves?&lt;/span&gt; again, just one?? It's a tie, either that I hate making phone calls and always have him do it, or that I don't talk (especially when we are in a fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;18. Where do you see each other in 15 years from now?&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully close to retirement through one of the Police Agencies. And I hope that we will have at least a few kids... one of our own, one or 2 adopted, and a foster child or 2. *for those of you who don't know, we are in the adoption process also and have also just signed up to be foster parents. again we are trying to get our tickets into Heaven.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;19.Will this person repost this?&lt;/span&gt; Ha ha ha ha ha ha... he will probably never even read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear about how you met your love so I expect to see this on all of your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-3162635331714629320?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3162635331714629320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=3162635331714629320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3162635331714629320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/3162635331714629320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-bored-is-that-ok-with-you.html' title='I am bored.... is that ok with you?'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6697788602145709497</id><published>2008-04-10T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:38:48.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby names.... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We, okay mainly me, are going crazy over baby names! I know we still have 4 months, but I would like to start a little planning. I gave Kevin a list of my top 5 names and he picked one and won't drop it. He tells everyone that is what she is going to be named. So I am going to put another poll on here (yes Mel, I am copying you) and I will show the results to Kevin. I won't tell you which one is mine and which one is his and we will see what you think. The ONLY thing we can agree on is her middle name which will be Lorrisa after Kevin's dad Lorris. Happy Polling!! *and choose mine or you will all get a black mark next to your name!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6697788602145709497?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6697788602145709497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6697788602145709497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6697788602145709497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6697788602145709497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-names-again.html' title='Baby names.... again'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2609456944688863981</id><published>2008-04-08T10:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:34:56.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a sickness???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R_uZLUoc59I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rZX5IEeSUf8/s1600-h/100_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R_uZLUoc59I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rZX5IEeSUf8/s320/100_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186907815643244498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So most of you know that there are 2 things about me that will never change..... #1: I am daddy's little girl and #2: I am an avid &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt; Collector. Now what happens when you put those 2 things together?? A VERY happy daughter! Let me explain. My daddy works at night cleaning up construction sites, which if you have never done it or seen it done it is very physical work. My dad is not the most slender of guys so it takes a toll on his body. He also has MAJOR back problems but that doesn't stop him. So from his full-time job he gets paid the first of every month which totally stinks and then he gets paid from this nighttime gig every other week. And so he has gone and bought himself and my mommy some fun things that otherwise they wouldn't have bought without this job. OH and we are a family that is addicted to EBAY also. So lately, my dad has been on EBAY quite often and won't let us look at his account, where as before he would always tell me to get on and see if he has been outbid. Anyway, to make this post short my dad has been fueling my sickness of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt; collecting like no other. I also got my sister into collecting but not as much as me so he has bought her a few just to be fair. Anyway, so in the last month my dad has bought me 7 new &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie's&lt;/span&gt;! With his hard earned money from that second job. There is a gun that he wants (which BTW, guns are my second collecting sickness) but instead of buying it for himself he has gone and bought these dolls for me and my sister. Above you will see my 2 recent &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie's&lt;/span&gt; from the Grease series. I have one more on the way that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frenchy&lt;/span&gt; and I already have a Sandy doll. (There are 4 more in this same series that I will also have one day) and then he bought me the Queen of Hearts &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt; from the children's storybook series (which I have almost all of that series now) and  A Spain &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie's&lt;/span&gt; of the World collection. I haven't counted my collection for a while,  but the last I remember I had over 250 and I have received a lot since then and now I am sure I have close to 300. So if any of you reading this have dolls that you don't want anymore or know anyone that wants to get rid of their collection, let me know. I have had many dolls given to me to help with my collection and I am always open to take more. I still have every &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt; that I have ever owned and most of them still in their boxes, and those who are out of their boxes are in their clothes that they came with and their hair is pretty decent too because I took care of my dolls. And when we get into our house, you are all more than welcome to come and see my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt; Room.... Kevin is not excited about that, but they are my passion and I can't wait for my little girl to take on "the sickness" as my family calls it. So thanks DADDY!! and I love you very much and ONE day I will get you a gun! (or as my mom says, I could sell some of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Barbie's&lt;/span&gt; and be able to buy him one... ha ha, fat chance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2609456944688863981?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2609456944688863981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2609456944688863981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2609456944688863981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2609456944688863981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-this-sickness.html' title='Is this a sickness???'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R_uZLUoc59I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rZX5IEeSUf8/s72-c/100_0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2957715056286559577</id><published>2008-03-31T18:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:24:37.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>19 weeks prego!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R_F8ekoc58I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bjhImT2L0DY/s1600-h/100_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R_F8ekoc58I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bjhImT2L0DY/s320/100_0626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184061510751414210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I have wanted to take some pictures of my belly for a while so last night I made my mom. This is ME 19 weeks pregnant. I love to have a little tummy, except for when people think that you are just "bigger" and don't realize that you are preggers. Before we took this picture we listened to her little heartbeat again... it was going 162. My nephew Wyatt thought it was pretty cool since he had never heard one before. So really I only have about 18 more weeks to go since Dr Hartman is going to take her around the first of August instead of the end when I am due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2957715056286559577?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2957715056286559577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2957715056286559577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2957715056286559577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2957715056286559577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/19-weeks-prego.html' title='19 weeks prego!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R_F8ekoc58I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bjhImT2L0DY/s72-c/100_0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7180729028464382246</id><published>2008-03-23T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:45:46.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "BIG" day for the Cox family</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Kevin's mom got married. It was so beautiful. She married Greg who is from Indiana and they have been dating for 8 years... on and off... and she told us about a month ago that they were going to be married. We are all so happy for mama Gwen and can't wait to see where this adventure takes her. We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=107041525&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=107041525"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=107041525&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=107041525"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=107041525"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/get_songs.gif" /&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/2313212716794472189-7180729028464382246?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7180729028464382246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7180729028464382246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7180729028464382246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7180729028464382246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-day-for-cox-family.html' title='The &quot;BIG&quot; day for the Cox family'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-8574205101323538003</id><published>2008-03-15T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:44:23.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What more?</title><content type='html'>Well, besides being diabetic and pregnant, I now have contagious influenza and pneumonia and have been in bed since Wednesday! What more can I go through??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-8574205101323538003?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8574205101323538003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=8574205101323538003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8574205101323538003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/8574205101323538003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-more.html' title='What more?'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-4510860258154647305</id><published>2008-03-03T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:09:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of Jeff Foxworthy</title><content type='html'>You might be a redneck if your family uses matches instead of candles on your birthday cake! and only half of them at that. But my family is the greatest and we can make due out of any situation.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8znPgTse9I/AAAAAAAAADg/xeWsqD4syWI/s1600-h/100_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8znPgTse9I/AAAAAAAAADg/xeWsqD4syWI/s320/100_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173764325498452946" 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/2313212716794472189-4510860258154647305?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4510860258154647305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=4510860258154647305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4510860258154647305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/4510860258154647305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-words-of-jeff-foxworthy.html' title='In the words of Jeff Foxworthy'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8znPgTse9I/AAAAAAAAADg/xeWsqD4syWI/s72-c/100_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2966933344996649516</id><published>2008-03-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:36:40.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN-happy birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAPPY MARCH 1ST!!!!  Yeah, yeah... for all of you who didn't wish me a happy birthday IT'S TOO LATE NOW!!!! Don't try to make up for it by commenting on this blog. I see how you are. Katie is my only TRUE friend and she EVEN SANG TO ME!!!!!!!! Just kidding. I am not bitter about that. I am bitter that I am almost 30 and will only have one kid by then. My mom had 4 kids by the age of 26 and miscarried twins by my age now! SAD, SAD, SAD. And then on top of it all...... IT FREAKIN SNOWS!! That's it, I am moving to back to St. George! Well not really, but it sounds pretty fabulous right now. Anyway, I am not that bitter about my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But the cool present that I am getting, is that my Awesome Aunt Shirley has suggested a family fast tomorrow for me and my health and the baby. So if any of you feel inclined to join, I would be eternally grateful and put this whole birthday situation in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2966933344996649516?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2966933344996649516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2966933344996649516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2966933344996649516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2966933344996649516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='UN-happy birthday to ME!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6192834663046128492</id><published>2008-02-25T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:33:55.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....strikes again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Nfk44LOaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZPkS_nYdcq4/s1600-h/100_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Nfk44LOaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZPkS_nYdcq4/s320/100_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171081884499392930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yesterday (Sunday), me and Kevin made brownies to take to his mom's for dinner. So we left and had to run past Katie's first to get some maternity dresses. So we put the brownie pan on the dashboard up so far on the driver's side and we went in. We were in there for all of about 2 minutes... maybe... and Kevin is all I am going to go check on the dogs (who were in the car). We he opened up the front door of Katie's house he is all "She is on the dashboard!!!" So he goes out there and this is what we find. Roxi had eaten a good chunk out of the brownies. It was so hard not to laugh, but at the same time we were furious with her. Anyway, so I told her that she better get a big tummyache because those are my most favorite brownies in the world. So we finally got to Gwen's house and as soon as we walked in the front door and were telling them the story, I looked down to see Roxi all hunched up POOPING!! So I yelled at her to get outside now, as she pooped again along the way and then did more outside. Errrr, this dog is the one that they couldn't believe that we had in puppy obedience school because she was such an angel. Well her little horns are starting to come through now that she is almost one. But I just have to keep telling myself that it was only her 3rd accident in a house since we got her in July. Anyway, I did learn my lesson though and I am not going to wish a tummyache on her again. Oh and this whole time my little Kodi is just sitting there looking at me like "I am a good dog huh mom" But he had his share of "issues" to, but at least he is almost 2 and out of that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6192834663046128492?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6192834663046128492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6192834663046128492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6192834663046128492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6192834663046128492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/strikes-again.html' title='....strikes again.'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Nfk44LOaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZPkS_nYdcq4/s72-c/100_0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-7377596619937857747</id><published>2008-02-25T17:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:34:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute little Roxi......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Ne544LOYI/AAAAAAAAADA/nL8h-C7KGPk/s1600-h/100_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Ne544LOYI/AAAAAAAAADA/nL8h-C7KGPk/s320/100_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171081145765017986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Ne6I4LOZI/AAAAAAAAADI/3fFX1b-gZ_o/s1600-h/100_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Ne6I4LOZI/AAAAAAAAADI/3fFX1b-gZ_o/s320/100_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171081150059985298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kevin bought me some roses, and I decided to dry them because I have a vase full already from my friend's funerals in High School, and then the ones that Kevin has bought me over the years. Anyway, I hung them from the fan in our room since I didn't know where else to hang them. So on Saturday, I could see my little Roxi sitting on my bed and I snuck down the hall to look and this is what I saw. She was trying so hard to get those darn flowers! (She is our little destructive one). She didn't even hear me and so I ran to get my camera to catch her in action and I was laughing so hard! She is quite the little character, but oh so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-7377596619937857747?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7377596619937857747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=7377596619937857747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7377596619937857747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/7377596619937857747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-little-roxi.html' title='Cute little Roxi......'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R8Ne544LOYI/AAAAAAAAADA/nL8h-C7KGPk/s72-c/100_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-2307525898935451095</id><published>2008-02-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:24:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE SURVEY SAYS..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R7xvvo4LOUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ydx3XRF1xig/s1600-h/100_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R7xvvo4LOUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ydx3XRF1xig/s320/100_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169129336532056386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;IT'S A GIRL!!!!&lt;/span&gt; So to all of you who thought it was a boy.... man were you wrong! Anyway, we went to the Perinatal Doctor today and he said that everything looks great. He tested for Downs Syndrome and it is a negative and then I had some blood work done and I have to get more drawn in 2 weeks and then I find out a week after that if it is all good also. Anyway, so here is our little girl and if you can't tell she is waving to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-2307525898935451095?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2307525898935451095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=2307525898935451095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2307525898935451095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/2307525898935451095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-survey-says.html' title='AND THE SURVEY SAYS..................'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R7xvvo4LOUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ydx3XRF1xig/s72-c/100_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-1587593389095378184</id><published>2008-02-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:43:29.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So I ran on to this story and it is amazing. Me and Kevin are going to see a perinatal doctor on Wednesday to see if there are any deformities in our baby so far. We are a little scared to be going, but after I ran onto this story (and bawled my eyes out) I am having faith. As my title says "Be Prepared", that is just what me and Kevin are doing. We are prepared for the worst. We have talked about all the possibilities that could happen to both baby and me and we have prepared. Our wonderful Dr Hartman told us a lot of things that could happen and that helped. He didn't beat around the bush. He was straight forward with me and that is all we wanted. I have done so well these past couple of years with my health (thanks to Kevin) and we are trying to be optimistic about things. We will love this little person growing inside of me no matter what. And if for some odd reason I don't make it through the labor (sorry not trying to me morbid, but truthful) then we will still have the outcome that we wanted.... a baby of our own. Anyway enjoy the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnGAV8DF-Ow/R0IlDqmf4UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1XBXy6qEefM/s1600-h/Baby+in+Uterus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134707270061384002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnGAV8DF-Ow/R0IlDqmf4UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1XBXy6qEefM/s320/Baby+in+Uterus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta . She knew of Dr. Bruner's remarkable Surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr.Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed Hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. Dr.Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile. The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, 'Hand of Hope.' The text explaining the picture begins, 'The tiny hand of 21-week- old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life.' Little Samuel's mother said they 'wept for days' when they saw the picture. She said, 'The photo reminds us pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person.' Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation 100 percent successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-1587593389095378184?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1587593389095378184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=1587593389095378184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1587593389095378184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/1587593389095378184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-prepared.html' title='Be prepared'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnGAV8DF-Ow/R0IlDqmf4UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1XBXy6qEefM/s72-c/Baby+in+Uterus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5733191604371760444</id><published>2008-02-15T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:36:32.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE ALL FIRED</title><content type='html'>THANKS TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. DONALD TRUMP AND THE CELEBRITY APPRENTICE... WHOEVER HAS BEEN VOTING FOR BOYS IN MY POLL...... YOU'RE FIRED! WE CAN NO LONGER BE FRIENDS. I AM SORRY TO HAVE TO DO THIS TO YOU. I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE YOU WOULD BE ON MY SIDE. BUT SINCE MOST OF YOU HAVE BOYS, (EXCEPT KATIE AND JARED WHO ARE THE WISE ONES) WHY CURSE ME WITH THEM ALSO?? SO IN THE WORDS OF MAND'E....... YOU'RE DED TO ME, D.E.D. DED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5733191604371760444?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5733191604371760444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5733191604371760444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5733191604371760444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5733191604371760444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-all-fired.html' title='YOU&apos;RE ALL FIRED'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-6267916144175864597</id><published>2008-02-14T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:34:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R7R__o4LOSI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kkm2_EGhUtU/s1600-h/l_3ba7d6631abd67fcb68f2bcb358d5149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R7R__o4LOSI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kkm2_EGhUtU/s320/l_3ba7d6631abd67fcb68f2bcb358d5149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166895403782322466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well a lot of you are posting blogs about your hubby's.... so I thought I would jump on the wagon too. I woke up this morning and on my bed was a dozen roses and in the corner was balloon tied to a bag with a gorilla inside. For those of you who don't know, I am a sucker for stuffed animals. We don't usually do Valentine's gifts, but it was fun to wake up to that. I love you so much Kevin. Even though most of the time I am a "woman" (a little inside joke between me and Kevin). I cherish everyday that I have with you. We both know that I wouldn't be around much longer if it hadn't of been for you whipping me into shape. I am eternally grateful that you have helped me change my life and that will have a few more years together here on earth. I can't wait for this little person (we both know its a girl, you can admit it now) to come and be a part of our lives. I see how you are with Kestin, Wyatt, Tyson, Kenton, Kenzie and even little Kaitlyn and know that you are going to be an awesome BIG BROTHER! cause we both know you aren't a grown up yet! Anyway bay-bee I love you and I thank Heavenly Father every day for leading us to each other. We have both been to "Australia" and back in our lives and now we are finally on our way to "Ireland".... together. Oh and one more thing.......... I HATE YOUR FACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-6267916144175864597?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6267916144175864597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=6267916144175864597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6267916144175864597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/6267916144175864597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/R7R__o4LOSI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kkm2_EGhUtU/s72-c/l_3ba7d6631abd67fcb68f2bcb358d5149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313212716794472189.post-5040835573839008769</id><published>2008-02-05T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:18:12.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we are home at last, well we have actually been here two weeks but it has taken us that long to get the internet and that long for me not to be quite so bitter at U-Haul. So I will recap the looooong trip north so you can all give us sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well we pick up the U-Haul on Friday the 18th and first off the guy tells us that it is an old truck so if we don't want to use it, then call 1-800-go-uhaul and they can get us a new truck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED FLAG #1&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we leave and have to drive approximately 12 blocks to our house. It is suppose to have 1/4 tank of gas and as soon as Kevin starts driving.... it goes below empty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED FLAG #2&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we call and they just tell us to go put some more gas in it. Anyway, so then Saturday morning comes around and it is leaking antifreeze... come on now, give us a freakin break. So we get all packed up and get ready to head off. Our caravan pulls out of the driveway at 1:00 p.m. Sweet we wille be home by 6:00 at the latest. So off we go. Me and Kevin in our cars take off ahead of my dad and sister in the truck and her car so that we can say bye to Lorris and Robyn before they hit Cedar, since that was meeting place #1. So we are standing at Lorris and Robyn's house and my dad calls me and tells me that he has no power and is off the side of the road.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED FLAG #3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(He was only 40 miles out of St. George.) So he says that he is going to try it again. So he finally makes it to Cedar which is mile marker 62 where we pulled off. Um by this time... it is almost 3:00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED FLAG #4&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we hurry and eat some grub so that we can get back on the road. So we take off and only a few miles later we are all off in the emergency lane doing 5 miles an hour!!! What the crap, but hey we did get good gas mileage. So we drive this slow for quite a while until dad feels that he can try the truck again. So off we go..... not for long. We finally made it to mile marker 92 and had absolutely no power what so ever. So Kevin gets on the horn with the tow truck and he is in Page, Arizona! He said that it is going to take him about 2 1/2 hours to reach us. So what where we suppose to do in the meantime?? We are on the side of the road, 17 miles from Beaver with 2 dogs, 4 sugargliders, a pregnant ME, my sister, hubby and my poor dad who had to drive the crappy truck. So me and Raelyn drove to Beaver to use the much needed toilet. We come back to dad and Kevin and just sit and wait. Um, by the way we had left St George 7 hours ago! So the tow truck comes and tells my dad to just gun it and if he starts to break down again that he will just push him into Beaver. So we get to Beaver and he is working on the truck and found that there is water in the fuel filter, so he fixes it and sends us on our way. PHEW! Some relief! So we get all cocky about finally getting the truck to go the speed limit and BAM!!! It breaks down again at mile marker 159.... I have had it!! So we call the two truck and he tells us to  just leave it in Meadow and he will haul it to Salt Lake tomorrow. In my mind I am thinking just put  a bomb under the truck. I have insurance on it and nothing is that valuable inside. So we finally arrived in Hooper at Midnight, 6 hours after the time that it should have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So long story short. When we finally got our truck on MONDAY- there was a big snow storm. The U-Haul got stuck twice in the snow, same with my brother's truck, other brother's jeep and the truck that Kevin had borrowed from his brother-in-law. None of this would have happened had we had a decent truck. So then we try to call U-Haul about getting our money back and no one wants to take the blame. So after talking to someone where we dropped the truck off he reimbursed us $200! That's it! We paid that in gas alone to drive 112 miles. I was so pissed. So U-Haul made $600 off us driving 112 miles in 7 hours and another 40 some odd miles 2 hours after that. So I am going to get Gephardt on channel 2 and see if something can be done about my money because it is bull and now I am mad about the whole situation again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*OH and the real reason that the truck didn't work, was because of the fuel pump which they had to replace in Salt Lake. MY ADVICE TO ALL OF YOU- DON'T EVER USE U-HAUL.... THEY HAVE LOST MY RESPECT AND MY BUSINESS FOEVER-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313212716794472189-5040835573839008769?l=kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5040835573839008769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313212716794472189&amp;postID=5040835573839008769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5040835573839008769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313212716794472189/posts/default/5040835573839008769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinrobyncoxfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last!!!!'/><author><name>ROBYN -N- KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338806027050661315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slrKozYrq1c/SRzO5AqevxI/AAAAAAAAATA/kORvHkdBvNA/S220/m_619621273a7c458e960ea6702284070d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
