<?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-3508031258781201384</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:44:03.827-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='children'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Funny Farm</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello from the Beintker &amp;amp; Cox Family.  I am the mother of three, 2 beautful little boys.  Bryan who will turn 9 this month, Lincoln who just turned 2, and Harley Rae who was burn May 26th.  I am married to a wonderful man,  whom I love and adore, most days.  Ha Ha!!!  We live in the foothills and enjoy every minute of it.  Things are good, we love our friends and our crazy families. Being a mother is the greatest and most rewarding job on the planet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-5599092506623188842</id><published>2011-05-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:45:09.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl Turns 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiWRpK7B-yA/TcrdVGT1GWI/AAAAAAAAADc/LDdkng9lR4Q/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiWRpK7B-yA/TcrdVGT1GWI/AAAAAAAAADc/LDdkng9lR4Q/s200/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605536040756779362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that my precious little darling ;)  will be turning 2 at the end of the month?  I have ordered her birthday decorations and sent out the invites, we hope to have a beautiful sun filled day at the park, with potluck and a yummy "tiara" cake.  Plus I ordered Tiaras so that all of us girls can do a princess tea party on her actual birth day with full blown spa day, mani-pedi's, facials.  the works!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Oh How I love having a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love the boys too, but there is something to say about having a daughter, some good, some bad, but all together love and adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is still working hard, driving A LOT,  please keep him in your prayers while he travels back and forth from work.  He has finally came to the realization that the "mini donkeys" were a mistake so we're trying to get rid of those.  LOL,  what next?????  Oh and he still has not gotten a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwXxBZvBzU8/TcreZGwAXKI/AAAAAAAAADk/zqYwspSgCok/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwXxBZvBzU8/TcreZGwAXKI/AAAAAAAAADk/zqYwspSgCok/s200/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605537209106062498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan:  Baseball is going well.  He is doing great, making us proud.  He pitched so awesome the other night,  3 up and 3 down.  I was so proud.  and he is working on his patience and temper,  slowly but surely.  He also got a new dog,  named her "shotgun",  she is a beautiful lil german shepherd,  puppies suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln:  got a hair cut.  such a little man.  but told auntie tara the next day that his hair was still in hims eyes.  He doesn't say girl, he says grill. and is very aware that pink is not for boys,  when did this happen?  He has so much personality it should be against the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXaXAiqx2Xg/TcrhEMlpTmI/AAAAAAAAADs/OQrk73Bn40w/s1600/DSC_0077.NEF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXaXAiqx2Xg/TcrhEMlpTmI/AAAAAAAAADs/OQrk73Bn40w/s200/DSC_0077.NEF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540148430851682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am busy as always,  finishing up with team mom stuff, enjoying selling Scentsy and Lemongrass spa, and joined a committee to hopefully bring a private christian school into full blown operation here in Brownsville at the old grange.  Those are just a few of the sticks I have in the fire, busy busy busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508031258781201384-5599092506623188842?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5599092506623188842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=5599092506623188842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/5599092506623188842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/5599092506623188842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-baby-girl-turns-2.html' title='My Baby Girl Turns 2'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiWRpK7B-yA/TcrdVGT1GWI/AAAAAAAAADc/LDdkng9lR4Q/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-9163010146074114870</id><published>2011-04-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:02:42.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is trying to Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxej5JtzKQ0/TanY_0i6hLI/AAAAAAAAADU/3gBFo4nvy0g/s1600/IMG_8835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxej5JtzKQ0/TanY_0i6hLI/AAAAAAAAADU/3gBFo4nvy0g/s200/IMG_8835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596242602932995250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cz8coW5qcC8/TanWzCHfFEI/AAAAAAAAADM/6a7g8EzWITA/s1600/IMG_8861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cz8coW5qcC8/TanWzCHfFEI/AAAAAAAAADM/6a7g8EzWITA/s200/IMG_8861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596240184214492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The kids and I have been busy in the yard, raking, planting and burning.  It's so wonderful to be outside again, but it's crazy that last Tuesday we got sunburns, and Thursday it was spitting some pretty big snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan is back in school.  it was a tough decision for us to make, but I think it was in the best interest for the whole family, and though homeschooling had its sheer moments of glorious fun, in the end I realized that I had bitten off more than I could chew, and my littler ones really were getting less and less mommy time, as Bryan and I struggled with scheduling and dedication.  So, it is what it is, and I am so pleased that I found a good fit for all four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln and Harley Rae are back in gymnastics,  same class same time same day.  How much easier does it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is working hard, at driving me crazy.  LOL.  It is turkey season, so every waking second that is what I have to hear about.  Men are funny little creatures, how obsessed they get with something, and how they actually think that we know the answers to their questions.  I just say Uh huh, and oh yeah,  a lot these days.  I try to compare his obsession with turkey hunting to something that I am so passionate about and the only thing I can figure is shopping a good sale.  the only difference is that I don't bore him with the details.  I just spend the money and hide the clothes in the closet, until I can inconspicuously wear a new outfit without him ever knowing the difference.  LMBO&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/3508031258781201384-9163010146074114870?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/9163010146074114870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=9163010146074114870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/9163010146074114870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/9163010146074114870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-is-trying-to-sprung.html' title='Spring is trying to Sprung'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxej5JtzKQ0/TanY_0i6hLI/AAAAAAAAADU/3gBFo4nvy0g/s72-c/IMG_8835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-7345881144458678979</id><published>2010-12-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:21:54.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Ring Circus Comes to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQjxx5DxJ-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Mh1cC9dsgAY/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQjxx5DxJ-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Mh1cC9dsgAY/s200/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952380166645730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's already December, how is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;Things are running smoothly around the house, if by smoothly, I mean that each and every second of our day the kids are fighting for my attention.  Being a mother of 3 is really a balancing act, in a 3 ring circus, Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The First Ring: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ryan 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st year of home schooling is going as expected, it's literally tough, but the moments we have shared together are creating a very tight bond between us that was almost lost.  My child is a genius, I love watching his creativity and his enth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;usiasm for Science and Social Studies.  He has written 2 essays that are completely amazing, I should share them with you. His dad is currently in Afghanistan they get to Skype with each other which is a phenomenal high tech gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Ring: Lincoln Jaeger 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started preschool, and of course he is doing wonderful. The teachers love his personality and his excitement for music and dance.  He comes home every day and teaches us something new, on Wednesdays they have a sign language teacher come in and I am so impressed with how much of it he is really learning, each time he signs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;something new I am flabbergasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQj0TxcucUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W6kXc3YvE9I/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQj0TxcucUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W6kXc3YvE9I/s200/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550955161262649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Bryan are starting Kuk So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ol Won and I can't wait to see how well each of them will do.  Tonight is his 1st Christmas program and I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wait to see if you will be a lil performer like his mommy, or shy like his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Ring:  Harley Rae 18 mos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, The Lil Princess, there is so much to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ay about having a daughter, it's truly wonderful.  She is such a character, she follows the boys around and pesters them every second.  She's so smart and funny.  She loves dancing, clapping, and tries snapping her little fingers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQj1faJaK5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2NhUV1msv9k/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQj1faJaK5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2NhUV1msv9k/s200/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550956460677671826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think she is really close to being potty trained, however her vocabulary consist of "uh oh" "ma ma" "da da" and "bub Bub"  we're waiting any second for her to start reciting "The Declaration of Independence" or something crazy.  It's so awesome watching her with her Daddy.&lt;br /&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/3508031258781201384-7345881144458678979?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7345881144458678979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=7345881144458678979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/7345881144458678979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/7345881144458678979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-ring-circus-comes-to-town.html' title='The 3 Ring Circus Comes to Town'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TQjxx5DxJ-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Mh1cC9dsgAY/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-4932923980225356203</id><published>2010-08-19T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:50:55.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TG1MaBBlWKI/AAAAAAAAACc/u20oqHg8JKQ/s1600/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TG1MaBBlWKI/AAAAAAAAACc/u20oqHg8JKQ/s320/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507141929179371682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow,  it's been a while since I posted anything here.  So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dillon and I are still very happily married.  He is working hard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bringin&lt;/span&gt; home the bacon as they say.  he he he,  which in all reality is a true blessing considering the economy is so bad for most right now.  I am still a stay at home mom to our 3 amazingly beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan will be 10 next month,  this year we have decided to home school, for many reasons, but that is an entirely different topic.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln is now 3 and starts preschool this year, which I am semi-hesitant about, however I think it might be good for him,  we'll see.  The problem is that clothes are required at school, and Lincoln might have a slight problem with that.  Just kidding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley Rae is 15 months, she is gorgeous.  She is totally a girl, I mean I really had no idea how different it would be, but after having the two boys, she really brings a whole new dynamic to the family.  However, she will probably be the toughest one of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's overwhelming with 3 kids and a husband who works A Lot.  But everyone keeps telling me to cherish these moments because You're gonna miss it.  So I try to do just that, each and every day, cherish my babies, because it won't be like this for long.  (by the way,  those are two of the greatest songs)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LMBO&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/3508031258781201384-4932923980225356203?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4932923980225356203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=4932923980225356203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/4932923980225356203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/4932923980225356203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TG1MaBBlWKI/AAAAAAAAACc/u20oqHg8JKQ/s72-c/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-7658545036917859366</id><published>2008-04-30T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:04:38.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>How Time Flies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/SBkJ9xrOj6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kvg0VcQgK5Y/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195194602059894690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/SBkJ9xrOj6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kvg0VcQgK5Y/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened since the last post. Lincoln is crawling, and he got his first tooth. We call him the fastest little stink bug in town because he seriously crawls with his butt in the air, on hands and feet and seriously covers some ground. His little personality is forming more and more every day and I fear I have another brilliantly mischevious child in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan is playing baseball, it is his first year of coach pitch and he is doing super good. He is the 2nd to the smallest kid on his team, but he hits and plays better than most of them. But what can I say, He is my son. HE HE HE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon is working hard, which is better than hardly working, because god knows the ecomony sucks right now, and most people in his line of work are struggling to stay busy. He is truly enjoying fatherhood, but until Lincoln is weined from the Ninny the real father and son time will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am good, busy, but good, we are currently in the process of buying our first home, which as some of you know is pretty stressful, but things are going well, and the home we are buying is absolutely perfect, so all is well, we should close on may 10th. I will post again, with pics and good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508031258781201384-7658545036917859366?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7658545036917859366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=7658545036917859366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/7658545036917859366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/7658545036917859366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies!!!'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/SBkJ9xrOj6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kvg0VcQgK5Y/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-8277345906124733103</id><published>2008-01-21T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:04:39.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/R5T9Miu3J2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OshgD2Abuv4/s1600-h/0118081906b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158025865169676130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/R5T9Miu3J2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OshgD2Abuv4/s320/0118081906b_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WOW, I turned 29 on the 15th of January. I spent the day being lazy with Lincoln, baked a pie and waited for the other two wonderful men in my life to come home. They sang me Happy Birthday and I got a wonderful Hillarious card. Then that Friday my hubby took me to dinner at a Little Itallian restuarant and some of the family and friends surprisingly joined us. The food was great and the company was fabulous, I got a delicious Chocolate cake and everyone sang me Happy Birthday again, the joke is that next year we will be wearing black veils and eating prunes. HE HE HE. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful family and great friends. I received a ton of birthday messages on myspace, and text messages and phone calls. It is so great to know that I am that loved. Yeah for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508031258781201384-8277345906124733103?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8277345906124733103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=8277345906124733103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/8277345906124733103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/8277345906124733103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/R5T9Miu3J2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OshgD2Abuv4/s72-c/0118081906b_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-8575687875999881000</id><published>2008-01-21T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:04:39.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Growing Up Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/R5TzWiu3J1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ABirjRpLoQg/s1600-h/0121081001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158015041852090194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/R5TzWiu3J1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ABirjRpLoQg/s320/0121081001a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lincoln will be 6 months on the 23rd of this Month. I can't believe it. Every day he does something new, he says buu buuu bbuuuub, i think he might be trying to say "bubba" that is what we call Bryan, but who knows, he might just be a little genius, it's quite possible considering who his mother is. LOL His laughter fills the house and is especially funny when Bryan gets to laughing too. He has always gotten hiccups when he laughs and Lincoln does the same thing, it is too funny. I love my little boys so much, but I need a little &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;, I think we will start trying in a couple of months, I must be insane, but I am so lucky to have such healthy beautiful children, and a great husband. I really think that being a Mommy is very fitting for me. It's crazy, and beautiful, and challenging, but oh so rewarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508031258781201384-8575687875999881000?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8575687875999881000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=8575687875999881000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/8575687875999881000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/8575687875999881000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-up-baby.html' title='Growing Up Baby'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/R5TzWiu3J1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ABirjRpLoQg/s72-c/0121081001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-5777321684871181588</id><published>2007-11-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:32:07.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>More Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe how many babies are on their way.  First, my girlfriend Sarah will be having her 3rd,  a little boy.  and she still has no name for him.  Then, on Nov5th,  exactly one year after I found out I was pregnant with Lincoln,  My cousin Rachael found out that she is pregnant with her 2nd.  and Then,  last night my cousin Sue called and she is also pregnant with her 2nd.  Holy smokes,  there are a lot of babies being born.  I know I just got done having Lincoln but I can't wait to be pregnant again,  Maybe next time a little girl to spoil.  Congratulations to all my Mommies out there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses."-Joyce Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508031258781201384-5777321684871181588?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5777321684871181588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=5777321684871181588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/5777321684871181588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/5777321684871181588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-babies.html' title='More Babies'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508031258781201384.post-6334440459696494463</id><published>2007-11-08T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:29:37.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Holidays are here!!!  I can't believe it,  this time last year I had just found out that I was pregnant with little Lincoln and now we are getting ready to celebrate his first Thanksgiving.  It is weird though,  how things change.  When I was a child,  we spent our Holidays all together with family.  Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents. Extended family and friends.   It was a big Pollock Festival.  Ha Ha Ha.  But now it seems that we have all gone our separate ways.  Holidays are now spent with the "other" families.  The In Laws.  and it's sad for me.  I miss the good old days, but things change, and I guess I need to accept it and move on.  Now,  I get to start new traditions with my children.  I just hope that occasionally we can all get together again and celebrate the good times, those that have passed and those that are ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508031258781201384-6334440459696494463?l=beintkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6334440459696494463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508031258781201384&amp;postID=6334440459696494463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/6334440459696494463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508031258781201384/posts/default/6334440459696494463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beintkers.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>The Beintker's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976640169463059510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4z7lfuS02Ag/TGFy5l-JO7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lqMWFChO38Y/S220/family+rock+Beintker+282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
