<?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-7225149969499042254</id><updated>2011-11-08T21:07:08.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricen's Way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-173994950882309275</id><published>2011-11-07T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:37:27.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Version of a "Mastercard" commerial</title><content type='html'>Cost of Medic Alert Membership:&amp;nbsp; $19.99&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cost of Medic Alert Bracket:&amp;nbsp; $&amp;nbsp; 9.99&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peace of Mind:&amp;nbsp; PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpb5lIi6WH4/TrcnbnSvUXI/AAAAAAAAA88/9qUDomBRl2U/s1600/IMG_3920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpb5lIi6WH4/TrcnbnSvUXI/AAAAAAAAA88/9qUDomBRl2U/s400/IMG_3920.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His Bracelet - it's the smallest standard size available&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a personal choice whether or not a mito child wears a bracelet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We decided Bricen needed one&amp;nbsp;for several reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bricen suffers with lactic acidemia (caused by mito).&amp;nbsp; This means his lactic acid is chronically high.&amp;nbsp; The standard protocol used by EMT's and ER's across the county in case of an emergency, is the use of IV solution called Lactated Ringers.&amp;nbsp; The infusion of an IV solution pumped full of a type of lactic acid, into a little body who's lactic acid runs high, can reek havoc.&amp;nbsp; We're talking about an outcome that can be fatal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the flip side of the bracelet,&amp;nbsp;the first words are "NO LACTATED RINGERS".&amp;nbsp; So, if we're unable/unavailable to yell, "no lactated ringers", his bracelet will yell for us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bricen talks, but has limited verbal skills.&amp;nbsp;He doesn't answer personal questions (name, phone number, parents, etc).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If he falls or bumps into something, he's pretty good about telling where he hurts, but lacks the skills to&amp;nbsp;tell us about internal pain.&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;apparent something&amp;nbsp;hurts, you can ask&amp;nbsp;"does your stomach hurt" and he'll reply "yes".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We thought he had reached a milestone until we asked "does your head hurt" and he also replied "yes".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Medic Alert suggested putting "Limited Verbal Communication" on the bracelet.&amp;nbsp; This will be helpful not only to emergency personnel, but in the&amp;nbsp;(unlikely) event Bricen is lost or wanders off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bricen's Protocol Letter from Dr. Koenig is only a phone call away!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The letter is attached to Bricen's file&amp;nbsp;to ensure Dr.&amp;nbsp;Koenig's&amp;nbsp;medical instructions are followed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those are only three of the many reasons, Bricen sports a shiny bracelet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you ask him what the bracelet says, he'll responds "it tells all about Bricen".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a bittersweet blessing.&amp;nbsp; The pain of knowing he needs a bracelet to, perhaps, save his life, coupled&amp;nbsp;with the relief he has a bracelet that, perhaps, will save his life.&amp;nbsp; Such is life with mito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-173994950882309275?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/173994950882309275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-version-of-mastercard-commerial.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/173994950882309275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/173994950882309275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-version-of-mastercard-commerial.html' title='My Version of a &quot;Mastercard&quot; commerial'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpb5lIi6WH4/TrcnbnSvUXI/AAAAAAAAA88/9qUDomBRl2U/s72-c/IMG_3920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5482587280000385453</id><published>2011-10-30T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:37:42.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricen's a Courageous Kid Camper!!!</title><content type='html'>My heart is blessed as I write this post.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bricen had the honor of spending the weekend at The Center for Courageous Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkchLvQbisE/Tq3MXIYa_CI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rFtN_J5Hnc0/s1600/IMG_3873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkchLvQbisE/Tq3MXIYa_CI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rFtN_J5Hnc0/s400/IMG_3873.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their slogan "We Prescribe Fun" say﻿s it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only 3 years old, this camp was build to cater to special needs children.&amp;nbsp; During the summer, week long camps are held for children only.&amp;nbsp; Each week focuses on children with like diagnoses.&amp;nbsp; One week, the campers are children with cancer, the next may be children with vision/hearing loss, the next may focus on epilepsy, then Muscularly Dystrophy﻿...well, you get the point.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the year, the camp is open on the weekends for the entire family, with each weekend pin pointing a different disability.&amp;nbsp; The camp host a full time staff, a medical center and acres of beautiful land, complete with pond.&amp;nbsp; The list of activities is almost endless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKyciLe83OI/Tq3PeOwVfOI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-Ag9wuEEJag/s1600/IMG_3877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKyciLe83OI/Tq3PeOwVfOI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-Ag9wuEEJag/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bowling&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwgm9-9BLKg/Tq3Pv3rgpoI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tRjv0S1Bzk0/s1600/IMG_3895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwgm9-9BLKg/Tq3Pv3rgpoI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tRjv0S1Bzk0/s400/IMG_3895.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Horse Back riding (indoor and outdoor arena).&amp;nbsp; Notice the wig on Bricen's horse?? The horses were dressed up for Halloween!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw-6DxngPZo/Tq3P5bZ7utI/AAAAAAAAA7k/cYeaFBYn4PM/s1600/IMG_3897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw-6DxngPZo/Tq3P5bZ7utI/AAAAAAAAA7k/cYeaFBYn4PM/s400/IMG_3897.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paddle boats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTzK_ewcMnQ/Tq3QCEFZHZI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3EZUK-3eHeM/s1600/IMG_3899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTzK_ewcMnQ/Tq3QCEFZHZI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3EZUK-3eHeM/s400/IMG_3899.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Canoing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N95UYFPrD6E/Tq3QHoqelQI/AAAAAAAAA70/Cl2M-6Zw7zI/s1600/IMG_3900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N95UYFPrD6E/Tq3QHoqelQI/AAAAAAAAA70/Cl2M-6Zw7zI/s400/IMG_3900.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5tcKXJswfM/Tq3QPOPkEGI/AAAAAAAAA78/0_-UYp768YI/s1600/IMG_3915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5tcKXJswfM/Tq3QPOPkEGI/AAAAAAAAA78/0_-UYp768YI/s400/IMG_3915.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Indoor heated swimming pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Each family is assigned a volunteer for the weekend&amp;nbsp;to help ensure a memorable visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqqIo-gK7Rk/Tq3RzpWFsHI/AAAAAAAAA8E/fM-q8oj8zjI/s1600/IMG_3896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqqIo-gK7Rk/Tq3RzpWFsHI/AAAAAAAAA8E/fM-q8oj8zjI/s400/IMG_3896.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Rachel was Bricen's special friend.&amp;nbsp; She was super nice!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a theme for each weekend.&amp;nbsp; With Halloween right around the corner, this weekend was all about Halloween.&amp;nbsp; There was an outside carnival, where spooks and goblins (and the occasional Mario) could play games, ride carts and dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLgUw7gQooM/Tq3TTQzqroI/AAAAAAAAA8M/kf8wRAkV0qs/s1600/IMG_3907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLgUw7gQooM/Tq3TTQzqroI/AAAAAAAAA8M/kf8wRAkV0qs/s400/IMG_3907.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cblAtiTGXn4/Tq3TZBSGqbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OMCB27XqtmE/s1600/IMG_3910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cblAtiTGXn4/Tq3TZBSGqbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OMCB27XqtmE/s400/IMG_3910.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ekOVLsqCFEY/Tq3Tec8lMfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6-DaYTN-gyg/s1600/IMG_3909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ekOVLsqCFEY/Tq3Tec8lMfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6-DaYTN-gyg/s400/IMG_3909.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Notice his big belly???&amp;nbsp; It's the only time in his life he's had one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The attention to detail for special needs children blew me away.&amp;nbsp; The swimming pool area had a "warming" room to quickly warm up the children (as needed)&amp;nbsp;as they left the water.&amp;nbsp; The dining hall staff was on the look out for children sensitive to noise, since they encouraged everyone to join in singing.&amp;nbsp; Bricen was rushed a pair of noise reducing earphones the minute he covered his ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdQmOILg7GU/Tq3VS7plu9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/MzkTKEBC1K4/s1600/IMG_3902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdQmOILg7GU/Tq3VS7plu9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/MzkTKEBC1K4/s400/IMG_3902.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Campers from all over the United States travel to CCK. We are blessed because it's only 35 minutes from my house!!! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PyPOMLLIx40/Tq3V3mrSe5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/lO63UpZfICY/s1600/IMG_3901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PyPOMLLIx40/Tq3V3mrSe5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/lO63UpZfICY/s400/IMG_3901.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bricen was one happy camper!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen attended this weekend due to ﻿epilepsy; however, he can also attend for vision loss, development delay and Muscularly Dystrophy﻿.&amp;nbsp; Slots are first filled with children that have never attended the camp, then opened up for returning campers on a first come, first served basis.&amp;nbsp; We look forward to returning. Maybe we'll see some of you there....wouldn't that be fun????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out for youself&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.thecenterforcourageouskids.org/"&gt;The Center for Courageous kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5482587280000385453?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5482587280000385453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/bricens-courageous-kid-camper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5482587280000385453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5482587280000385453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/bricens-courageous-kid-camper.html' title='Bricen&apos;s a Courageous Kid Camper!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkchLvQbisE/Tq3MXIYa_CI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rFtN_J5Hnc0/s72-c/IMG_3873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5783372180923209959</id><published>2011-10-23T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:15:57.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito Meeting/Mario "grows" a beard</title><content type='html'>Saturday was our Mito Chapter's meeting at Vandy.&amp;nbsp; Two ladies from UMDF were guest speakers.&amp;nbsp; The UMDF's in the process of "market" testing a new structure&amp;nbsp;for their&amp;nbsp;chapters and the Nashville chapter (formerly know as the Middle TN chapter) has been selected as one of the pilots!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were encouraged to dress in their Halloween costumes.&amp;nbsp; Bricen went as Mario, Addie (whom I was babysitting) went as a kitty-cat (it was really a leopard, but we couldn't convince her of that)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBnU6_Z6SfE/TqSout8ClSI/AAAAAAAAA40/toicG6oKedg/s1600/IMG_3839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBnU6_Z6SfE/TqSout8ClSI/AAAAAAAAA40/toicG6oKedg/s400/IMG_3839.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she cute?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPa9gBmrtvg/TqSolsOuQzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/o-7aKJiqUDw/s1600/IMG_3854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPa9gBmrtvg/TqSolsOuQzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/o-7aKJiqUDw/s400/IMG_3854.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Taking a business call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those of you who are "gamers", have children that are, or hang around with them, know Mario (from Super Mario or Mario Wii) is a portly little man with a large bushy mustache.&amp;nbsp; Bricen's room at home was recently done in Mario Wii, so he currently loves all things Mario....except the mustache.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRMNurDnIiU/TqSrQDvPvXI/AAAAAAAAA48/cXYbQdW6Q-A/s1600/IMG_3858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRMNurDnIiU/TqSrQDvPvXI/AAAAAAAAA48/cXYbQdW6Q-A/s400/IMG_3858.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEUHJgaK4cE/TqSrVpmoC-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/V9DgXKsdbOQ/s1600/IMG_3859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEUHJgaK4cE/TqSrVpmoC-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/V9DgXKsdbOQ/s400/IMG_3859.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tickles!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mD499YqOAgc/TqSsIpGDWkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PxEdWnUXL6o/s1600/IMG_3865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mD499YqOAgc/TqSsIpGDWkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PxEdWnUXL6o/s400/IMG_3865.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZhjH7-O6Hk/TqSsRyI1nVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/601oXIqJMRs/s1600/IMG_3869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZhjH7-O6Hk/TqSsRyI1nVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/601oXIqJMRs/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Let me try this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxyEzSnfzHs/TqSsKbN-lmI/AAAAAAAAA5U/yb-YddX7i2U/s1600/IMG_3866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxyEzSnfzHs/TqSsKbN-lmI/AAAAAAAAA5U/yb-YddX7i2U/s400/IMG_3866.JPG" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much better!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it just me, or does he really look like Honest&amp;nbsp;Abe&amp;nbsp;in a puffy hat?????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5783372180923209959?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5783372180923209959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/mito-meetingmario-grows-beard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5783372180923209959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5783372180923209959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/mito-meetingmario-grows-beard.html' title='Mito Meeting/Mario &quot;grows&quot; a beard'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBnU6_Z6SfE/TqSout8ClSI/AAAAAAAAA40/toicG6oKedg/s72-c/IMG_3839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5083395404872094881</id><published>2011-10-14T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:16:04.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freckle face, you've got the cutest little freckle face,</title><content type='html'>Due to heat intolerance, Bricen's time spent outside was limited this summer.&amp;nbsp; However, it was often enough for him to get the cutest little freckles sprinkled across his nose and face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umnTsOdMF_k/TpizhbPaYWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-MeriHJ9U2s/s1600/IMG_3673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umnTsOdMF_k/TpizhbPaYWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-MeriHJ9U2s/s400/IMG_3673.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKnFth0wx_w/TpizmdZahNI/AAAAAAAAA4c/EPmNRoA9Z5U/s1600/IMG_3676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="83" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKnFth0wx_w/TpizmdZahNI/AAAAAAAAA4c/EPmNRoA9Z5U/s400/IMG_3676.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After having to keep still to have close up pictures of his face, he decided he needed to take pictures of his knees.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSvb1Cn3NDI/Tpizq68Uq4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/eXcnnDGt7Bc/s1600/IMG_3683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSvb1Cn3NDI/Tpizq68Uq4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/eXcnnDGt7Bc/s400/IMG_3683.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He crawls quite a bit, so his knees stay beat up﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5083395404872094881?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5083395404872094881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/freckle-face-youve-got-cutest-little.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5083395404872094881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5083395404872094881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/freckle-face-youve-got-cutest-little.html' title='Freckle face, you&apos;ve got the cutest little freckle face,'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umnTsOdMF_k/TpizhbPaYWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-MeriHJ9U2s/s72-c/IMG_3673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3631099894702595158</id><published>2011-10-01T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:25:24.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you.....</title><content type='html'>You live in a zoo, you look like a doggie and you smell like one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NCVYeW9izA/Toe1ecTIM-I/AAAAAAAAA30/-6IOZbx4pmw/s1600/IMG_3830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NCVYeW9izA/Toe1ecTIM-I/AAAAAAAAA30/-6IOZbx4pmw/s400/IMG_3830.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bricen is five years old!!!!&amp;nbsp; Given a choice between a monster or a doggie theme birthday party, he wanted the.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_JyE_nOUZE/Toe3kBKTctI/AAAAAAAAA34/K9n6RDZgIXA/s1600/IMG_3791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_JyE_nOUZE/Toe3kBKTctI/AAAAAAAAA34/K9n6RDZgIXA/s400/IMG_3791.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXs36tWCUWM/Toe3ng5nAXI/AAAAAAAAA38/naRfzIOePFE/s1600/IMG_3792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXs36tWCUWM/Toe3ng5nAXI/AAAAAAAAA38/naRfzIOePFE/s400/IMG_3792.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the doggie (the first two pics were a give away)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The doggie hat from GG (my mom) and his new boots were&amp;nbsp;Bricen's hands down favorite﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_MVbauQCUs/Toe1T4C1EkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/8Q4y63fSV5E/s1600/IMG_3829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_MVbauQCUs/Toe1T4C1EkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/8Q4y63fSV5E/s400/IMG_3829.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The adults joined in the fun by having a modeling contest of Bricen's doggie ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsOvE1I6xls/Toe7KnxjI1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/nqE3Ef9y-bs/s1600/IMG_3800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsOvE1I6xls/Toe7KnxjI1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/nqE3Ef9y-bs/s400/IMG_3800.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Grumpy trying to look "grumpy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vfgr_KyNHA/Toe7RoEo-sI/AAAAAAAAA4E/VgWNFdHBmrs/s1600/IMG_3786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vfgr_KyNHA/Toe7RoEo-sI/AAAAAAAAA4E/VgWNFdHBmrs/s400/IMG_3786.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, no one could beat Bricen!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jsBu4ZzHwc/Toe8ODvkpsI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KfEBCjNqOrE/s1600/IMG_3744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jsBu4ZzHwc/Toe8ODvkpsI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KfEBCjNqOrE/s400/IMG_3744.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note the monster shirt...a blending of the two themes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No one could resist the delicious cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBTrWUIG_Q/Toe9CC6NdcI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vHF0v7Tx6sE/s1600/IMG_3828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBTrWUIG_Q/Toe9CC6NdcI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vHF0v7Tx6sE/s400/IMG_3828.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy 5th Birthday little boy....we all love you!!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-3631099894702595158?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/3631099894702595158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3631099894702595158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3631099894702595158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to you.....'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NCVYeW9izA/Toe1ecTIM-I/AAAAAAAAA30/-6IOZbx4pmw/s72-c/IMG_3830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7875187258135667364</id><published>2011-09-30T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:41:15.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Mitochondrial Disease Diagnoses - The road to discovery</title><content type='html'>Be forewarned; this post isn't silly.&amp;nbsp; To date, it's the hardest post I've had to write.&amp;nbsp; It may be a jumbled mess - because that's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Bricen was diagnosed with Primary Mitochondrial Disease (disease, disorder and dysfunction are interchangeable according to Dr. Koenig).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time he&amp;nbsp;an infant, I knew something was wrong with Bricen.&amp;nbsp;Being born five weeks early just&amp;nbsp;didn't explain his delays.&amp;nbsp;Other then learning to turn over, he didn't meet any milestones his first year of life, not a single one.&amp;nbsp; He was vocal and would laugh at silly noises or when tickled.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;was a dream baby, sleeping all night,&amp;nbsp;sitting in his carrier or lying in his bed, never crying.&amp;nbsp; He was TOO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had sever nystagmus (twitching of his eyes),&amp;nbsp;hypotonia (floppy) and GERD (Gastroesophageal reflux disease). &amp;nbsp;Seizing on his hypotonia, I started a four year quest.&amp;nbsp; I researched all know causes of hypotonia -&amp;nbsp;joining support groups and Internet boards.&amp;nbsp; As an industrial engineer by trade, problem solving was second nature to me.&amp;nbsp; In something as importent as my grandson, I spent untold hours on the computer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was THAT grandmother, pushing and pushing Derek and Brandalyn (Bricen's parents) to take him to specialists, but they weren't ready to admit he had a problem, holding on the the GP's promise that he would "catch up" by the age of five.&amp;nbsp; I held my tongue and kept on researching.&amp;nbsp; At the age of 15 months, his GP ordered an MRI due to his continued nystagmus.&amp;nbsp; The MRI showed narrowing of the optic nerves: a diagnosis of Optic Nerve Atrophy was added to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning two, Bricen wasn't able to take more than one step without falling&amp;nbsp;and wasn't talking.&amp;nbsp; He had been in Early Inventive for about 7&amp;nbsp;months and was slowly but steady&amp;nbsp;making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around this time,&amp;nbsp;one of&amp;nbsp;the children on the&amp;nbsp;hypotonia board was diagnosed with mito.&amp;nbsp; I went to the UMDF (United Mitochondrial Disease Foundation) website, but discounted&amp;nbsp;mito for Bricen. Then, a second&amp;nbsp;child was diagnosed&amp;nbsp;with mito.&amp;nbsp; Both children were unable to eat orally, so again I discounted mito for Bricen.&amp;nbsp; When the third child from the board was diagnosed, a child with NO eating disorders, I again visited the UMDF website.&amp;nbsp; Digging deeper this visit, I learned no two children present the same with mito.&amp;nbsp; Ten children could be in&amp;nbsp;a room, all diagnosed with mito,&amp;nbsp;all with&amp;nbsp;different symptoms.&amp;nbsp; To be diagnosed with mito, three body systems must be involved, but it can be&amp;nbsp;ANY three systems, hence the wide array of disease presentation.&amp;nbsp; I learned that unless the mitochondrial disease is caused by one of the few know gene defects,&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;hard to diagnose and only a handful of doctors, scattered across the United States, are qualified in diagnosing the harder cases.&amp;nbsp; With a click of my mouse, the focus of my life changed forever, as a page of dozens of symptoms were arranged by body function.&amp;nbsp; Under stomach was GERD; under muscle was hypotonia, and under eyes was optic nerve atrophy.&amp;nbsp; It was the optic nerve atrophy that caused my stomach to knot up.&amp;nbsp; The atrophy had always seemed so random to me, with&amp;nbsp;all the reasons I had previously researched on the Internet&amp;nbsp;not fitting Bricen.&amp;nbsp; To this day, I'm not sure how&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;KNEW Bricen had mito.&amp;nbsp; No testing had ever pointed to mito, but I knew&amp;nbsp;I had found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relations with my son became tense as&amp;nbsp;both of us spoke our mind.&amp;nbsp; I'll never forget the day Derek asked&amp;nbsp;why I couldn't love Bricen just as he was.&amp;nbsp; I explained it was my love&amp;nbsp;FOR Bricen, combined with&amp;nbsp;fear driving me, not my inability to accept or love him.&amp;nbsp;I'll also never forget the day when, Brandalyn or him hadn't made a appointment with a specialist,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I told Derek he needed to step up to the plate and get Bricen the help he needed.&amp;nbsp; Derek stepped back as if I'd physically hit him, asking if I was saying he was a bad father.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;replied "ignoring Bricen's problems because of&amp;nbsp;your own fear wasn't fair to Bricen.&amp;nbsp; That my fear was driving me to action while&amp;nbsp;your fear paralyzes you.&amp;nbsp;Bricen is having seizures and how could&amp;nbsp;you risk brain damage by&amp;nbsp;ignoring them,&amp;nbsp;in an&amp;nbsp;attempt to keep from dealing with the emotions sure to surface".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong,&amp;nbsp;Bricen's parents love him with all their heart and their world revolves around him.&amp;nbsp; They just wanted to live a normal life with a normal child and weren't ready to lose that dream.&amp;nbsp; A week later, Bricen's&amp;nbsp;special needs preschool teacher said she though Bricen was having seizures and an appointment with a neurologist was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neuro ordered a 20 minute EEG, which was normal, said he couldn't believe Bricen's earlier MRI was normal (due to Bricen's marked delays) and when I asked about mito he waved his hand, brushing off my worries as someone who "reads to much on the computer" (his exact words).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the neuro appointment, Bricen's GP recommended seeing a geneticists.&amp;nbsp; He walked into the room, stated he was going to order a slew of tests, and to return in 6 weeks.&amp;nbsp; At that appointment he said he thought a muscle biopsy would be in order.&amp;nbsp; He walked into the room thinking "mito".&amp;nbsp; As he expected, all Bricen's labs were normal but his lactic acid and alanine, which were elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen's muscle biopsy&amp;nbsp;proved non-conclusive.&amp;nbsp; Some aspects pointed to a mitochondrial dysfunction,&amp;nbsp;but his ETC was&amp;nbsp;within normal limits.&amp;nbsp; Vanderbilt doesn't recognize&amp;nbsp;mito unless one of those few known gene defects mentioned&amp;nbsp;above are found so they recommended waiting for a couple of years to see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my continuing research on the&amp;nbsp;Internet, I'd&amp;nbsp;joined several mito boards and knew by&amp;nbsp;a number of comments that Dr. Koenig would be a great match for Bricen.&amp;nbsp; I encouraged Derek and Brandalyn to have just one appointment to&amp;nbsp;completely rule&amp;nbsp;out mito&amp;nbsp;(mind you, I remained convinced it was mito).&amp;nbsp; In July 2010,&amp;nbsp;we traveled to Houston.&amp;nbsp; My relief was so great I almost cried when she walked into the room.&amp;nbsp; I've never&amp;nbsp;prayed that Bricen didn't have mito.&amp;nbsp; Some think that strange, but I felt Bricen was who God intended.&amp;nbsp;Instead, my prayers centered around&amp;nbsp;Him leading us to a doctor that could give Bricen all the medical support he needed.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Koenig was, and remains, the answer to that prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a year of testing to determine if there was an underlaying cause of the mitochondrial dysfunction,&amp;nbsp;and four visits later,&amp;nbsp;he has been dx with Primary Mitochondrial&amp;nbsp;Disease/Disorder/Dysfunction.&amp;nbsp; After reading how we got to this point, it was no surprise&amp;nbsp;when the dx was made.&amp;nbsp; I pushed and fought to get him to Houston.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once again, don't get me wrong.&amp;nbsp; Derek and Brandalyn, upon realizing&amp;nbsp;Bricen's issues weren't going to disappear, jumped on the specialist band wagon and ensured&amp;nbsp;his needs were met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I crying as I type this post...why can't I sleep or eat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's simply -&amp;nbsp;Bricen has a progressive disease that can be fatal.&amp;nbsp; I thought myself prepared to hear the dx, but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a protocol letter for his doctors and ER visits.&amp;nbsp; Copies&amp;nbsp;of the letter&amp;nbsp;are to be&amp;nbsp;given to anyone or any place where Bricen frequents.&amp;nbsp; This letter is about my grandson - here's one part:&lt;br /&gt;"There is no specific therapy for mitochondrial disease and the disease is often, but not always, fatal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cute picture of Bricen on the letter, along with the sentence:&lt;br /&gt;"Although some children live into adulthood, a high level of continuing medical care is usually required".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy that lights&amp;nbsp;up my life is described as:&lt;br /&gt;"...decreased tolerance to minor illnesses and fasting state and are &lt;strong&gt;prone to rapid decompensation.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Any change in Bricen's condition should be taken very seriously as he can quickly become fatally ill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another paragraph about my blue eyed, giggling grandson states:&lt;br /&gt;"Symptoms become severe during ordinary infections, with exercise (exertion),with stress, or even with heat.&amp;nbsp; Any of these conditions may precipitate a "&lt;strong&gt;mitochondrial crisis"&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; During a "crisis", the individual organ systems begin failing one at a time.&amp;nbsp; A crisis can develop as slowly as over severely weeks or &lt;strong&gt;as rapidly as over several hours &lt;/strong&gt;and any person with a mitochondrial disorder may go from talking and walking to intubated in the ICU within a very brief time period.&amp;nbsp; Very few individuals survive a mitochondrial crisis, but with early intervention and supportive care, it is possible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually, I knew everything in the letter; however, seeing MY grandson's name all over the letter, seeing&amp;nbsp;HIS silly little grin besides such words as "fatal" and&amp;nbsp;"rapid decompensation"; emotionally it's almost more than I can handle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken for Derek, Brandalyn and most of all my precious grandson.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mito isn't an automatic death sentence and know his parents will move heaven and earth to keep Bricen healthy.&amp;nbsp; It's the fear of the unknown, of the "what if's" that have taken my breath away.&amp;nbsp; I know tomorrow it will be easier, but for today, I'm filled with grief&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7875187258135667364?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7875187258135667364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/primary-mitochondrial-disease-diagnoses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7875187258135667364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7875187258135667364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/primary-mitochondrial-disease-diagnoses.html' title='Primary Mitochondrial Disease Diagnoses - The road to discovery'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4955155157373757100</id><published>2011-09-20T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:49:36.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and the Eyes</title><content type='html'>We never think about our eyes, at least I don't.&amp;nbsp; I get up in the morning, pop on my glasses, and am good to go.&amp;nbsp; I've never stopped&amp;nbsp;to think about the energy they require -&amp;nbsp;why&amp;nbsp;would I?&amp;nbsp; My eyes aren't 20/20, but they serve&amp;nbsp;me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first see Bricen, you can help but notice his baby blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idWcSerOb7s/TnkwiQlAMII/AAAAAAAAA3g/QrbsFZWXzXA/s1600/HPIM1419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idWcSerOb7s/TnkwiQlAMII/AAAAAAAAA3g/QrbsFZWXzXA/s400/HPIM1419.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-wlZig3GmM/TnkwwrOWUTI/AAAAAAAAA3k/gQJeri0Q9OU/s1600/IMG_1052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-wlZig3GmM/TnkwwrOWUTI/AAAAAAAAA3k/gQJeri0Q9OU/s400/IMG_1052.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SXRZDYiIt4/Tnkr2M4iUyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pcTOo2uTlkw/s1600/De224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SXRZDYiIt4/Tnkr2M4iUyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pcTOo2uTlkw/s400/De224.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind those incredible eyes, mito has wreaked havoc.&amp;nbsp;His eyes have been without energy resulting in&amp;nbsp;optic nerve atrophy.&amp;nbsp; He is visually impaired&amp;nbsp;to the point where he is&amp;nbsp;considered legally blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGXU4qb7ubM/TnktGdEHWUI/AAAAAAAAA3U/6o2Acs47SX0/s1600/Copy+of+138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGXU4qb7ubM/TnktGdEHWUI/AAAAAAAAA3U/6o2Acs47SX0/s400/Copy+of+138.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In addition to vision loss,&amp;nbsp;the atrophy has caused&amp;nbsp;Bricen's eyes to&amp;nbsp;be highly&amp;nbsp;sensitive to light.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On bad&amp;nbsp;days, he wears sunglasses inside.&amp;nbsp; At school, his classroom has special light covers to enable him to be sunglass free.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Any of you that have followed Bricen's blog have noticed his sunglasses.&amp;nbsp; Yes, he is fashion forward, but they are needed to allow him to go outside without having to keep his eyes squeezed shut.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EryB_KhucFg/TnkxA_MeD5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/wgY1_mUbB-k/s1600/IMG_2354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EryB_KhucFg/TnkxA_MeD5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/wgY1_mUbB-k/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen's hearing isn't affected; he identifies many objects (and people) based on sound.&amp;nbsp; However, hearing loss isn't uncommon in children with mito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mitochondria are a cell's power plants, creating 90% of the energy your body needs.&amp;nbsp; Three systems have to be affected for a mitochondrial dysfunction/disease to be diagnosed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4955155157373757100?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4955155157373757100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mito-and-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4955155157373757100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4955155157373757100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mito-and-eyes.html' title='Mito and the Eyes'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idWcSerOb7s/TnkwiQlAMII/AAAAAAAAA3g/QrbsFZWXzXA/s72-c/HPIM1419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7603862934851581451</id><published>2011-09-19T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:49:02.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and Neuro</title><content type='html'>Our gray matter, otherwise know as the brain, needs energy to work.&amp;nbsp; To receive and send all parts of the body messages....really, it's a&amp;nbsp;miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, it was thought all persons with a mitochondrial dysfunction&amp;nbsp;had brain involvement.&amp;nbsp; The opinion has changed, as more children are diagnosed with no cognitive delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bricen's case, his brain is affected.&amp;nbsp; He is cognitive delayed; at the age of five, he operators at about a 2 1/2 - 3&amp;nbsp;year old level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, he suffers from generalized absent seizures.&amp;nbsp; The seizures raged out of control this summer; at one time he was on three different medicines at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pxKpuLcNIU/TngLbHLmb6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/8Ot83Vh32es/s1600/IMG_3641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pxKpuLcNIU/TngLbHLmb6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/8Ot83Vh32es/s400/IMG_3641.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seizure meds taken twice a day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rJjMqkIcoI/TngL2xOc8yI/AAAAAAAAA3M/BDyxXB9jzYc/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rJjMqkIcoI/TngL2xOc8yI/AAAAAAAAA3M/BDyxXB9jzYc/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿He learned at an early age to give himself meds - he&amp;nbsp;thought it fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every 30 minutes a child is born that will develop a mitochondrial dysfunction by the age of ten.&amp;nbsp; The number of&amp;nbsp; children dying&amp;nbsp;from mito equals to or is more than&amp;nbsp;die from&amp;nbsp;childhood cancer.&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7603862934851581451?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7603862934851581451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mito-and-neuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7603862934851581451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7603862934851581451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mito-and-neuro.html' title='Mito and Neuro'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pxKpuLcNIU/TngLbHLmb6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/8Ot83Vh32es/s72-c/IMG_3641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-775450877149432817</id><published>2011-09-18T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:41:33.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and Muscles</title><content type='html'>A mitochondrial dysfunction inhibits the body's ability to convert food into energy.&amp;nbsp; Think of the body as a battery operated&amp;nbsp;remote control&amp;nbsp;car.&amp;nbsp; With fully charged batteries, the car&amp;nbsp;zooms right along,&amp;nbsp; following the operators' every command.&amp;nbsp; As the batteries wind down, the car becomes sluggish, and is slow to respond to the operator's directions.&amp;nbsp; When the batteries are fully discharged the car totally shuts down or crashes.&amp;nbsp; This is mito's effects on the body.&amp;nbsp; The body runs out of energy and is slow to respond to the operator's (person's) commands -&amp;nbsp;body systems run the risk of shutting down or crashing.&amp;nbsp; Body systems using the most energy can be at greater risk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To perform at peak performance, muscles&amp;nbsp;need a tremendous amount of energy; energy that&amp;nbsp;may not be available in a person with mito.&amp;nbsp; This is the case with Bricen.&amp;nbsp; He suffers from both low muscle tone and muscle weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvEd-Crdx7E/TnZp9XwPqPI/AAAAAAAAA20/qdrZsGmzGCI/s1600/IMG_3738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvEd-Crdx7E/TnZp9XwPqPI/AAAAAAAAA20/qdrZsGmzGCI/s400/IMG_3738.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen's low muscle tone cause his feet to pronate: he walks on the inside of his feet.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen&amp;nbsp;didn't sit up unsupported until past the age of one.&amp;nbsp; His first steps were taken two weeks before his second birthday; however, he was two and a half before he truly walked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The low tone/weakness combination&amp;nbsp;causes Bricen to easily lose his balance; he's fallen hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1weBE2TQAGY/TnZraaw-PaI/AAAAAAAAA24/L96gkjyxLzw/s1600/IMG_3742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1weBE2TQAGY/TnZraaw-PaI/AAAAAAAAA24/L96gkjyxLzw/s400/IMG_3742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the age of five (in two weeks), Bricen isn't able to go down steps without&amp;nbsp;holding onto something for support.&amp;nbsp; He still goes down steps one at a time, catching his balance between steps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen's muscles fatigue, causing him to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaKqneIub6Q/TnZs5EopOHI/AAAAAAAAA28/E_clggXJbwA/s1600/IMG_3654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaKqneIub6Q/TnZs5EopOHI/AAAAAAAAA28/E_clggXJbwA/s400/IMG_3654.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crawl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YioeeHo-Di0/TnZuBrgIqGI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-K6vF-5hX6o/s1600/IMG_3342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YioeeHo-Di0/TnZuBrgIqGI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-K6vF-5hX6o/s400/IMG_3342.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Lay down and play, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqAP2e9umw4/TnZwN2-ApDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KxTZ2oDU2Lk/s1600/IMG_3198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqAP2e9umw4/TnZwN2-ApDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KxTZ2oDU2Lk/s400/IMG_3198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or, crash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THERE IS NO CURE FOR MITO....the best offered to the adults and children with a mitochondrial dysfunction is to treat the body systems as they become involved.&amp;nbsp; Mito is progressive; if medical intervention﻿ isn't successful, death can occur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-775450877149432817?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/775450877149432817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mito-and-muscles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/775450877149432817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/775450877149432817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mito-and-muscles.html' title='Mito and Muscles'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvEd-Crdx7E/TnZp9XwPqPI/AAAAAAAAA20/qdrZsGmzGCI/s72-c/IMG_3738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2265010735756941478</id><published>2011-09-17T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:04:43.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week September 18th - 24th</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, September 18th, marks the beginning of Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week.&amp;nbsp; During this week, all posts will relate to how mito affects Bricen, along with facts about this disease.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are on facebook, please change your profile picture to reflect support of the many children and adults battling mito.&amp;nbsp; The goal is to "turn facebook green for a week".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5peOcMtxAY/TnTr2eVqmdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/-fFEW9cn4Cs/s1600/New-Magnet-Small-3%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5peOcMtxAY/TnTr2eVqmdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/-fFEW9cn4Cs/s1600/New-Magnet-Small-3%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to use the above for you profile picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2265010735756941478?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2265010735756941478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mitochondrial-disease-awareness-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2265010735756941478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2265010735756941478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/mitochondrial-disease-awareness-week.html' title='Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week September 18th - 24th'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5peOcMtxAY/TnTr2eVqmdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/-fFEW9cn4Cs/s72-c/New-Magnet-Small-3%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5276012157307068381</id><published>2011-09-14T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:50:00.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Dude (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Bricen's responsibility didn't end with "cutting" the grass; no sir, his day had just begun.&amp;nbsp; Next on the list was watering flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2ub0VwIuRw/TnAn1mN1JZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2ITBcO1mSao/s1600/IMG_3687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2ub0VwIuRw/TnAn1mN1JZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2ITBcO1mSao/s400/IMG_3687.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeoQeMIsKkk/TnAoBlISnpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JS9eOjM4cOo/s1600/IMG_3691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeoQeMIsKkk/TnAoBlISnpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JS9eOjM4cOo/s400/IMG_3691.JPG" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gardening is hard work, but at the end of the day, it's nice to stop and smell the roses (not that these are roses) and know it's a job well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfOWGsIm2nk/TnApAO3119I/AAAAAAAAA2c/EVXPhZj31aA/s1600/IMG_3694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfOWGsIm2nk/TnApAO3119I/AAAAAAAAA2c/EVXPhZj31aA/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsWgxBQjUY/TnApVNJdlMI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fO-v3dfdqv4/s1600/IMG_3700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsWgxBQjUY/TnApVNJdlMI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fO-v3dfdqv4/s400/IMG_3700.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5276012157307068381?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5276012157307068381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/yard-dude-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5276012157307068381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5276012157307068381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/yard-dude-part-2.html' title='Yard Dude (part 2)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2ub0VwIuRw/TnAn1mN1JZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2ITBcO1mSao/s72-c/IMG_3687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7082440918047575913</id><published>2011-09-13T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:45:14.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Dude (part 1)</title><content type='html'>I'm a firm believer in children learning responsibility at a young age, and in spite of mito,&amp;nbsp;Bricen is no exception.&amp;nbsp; Some may think him to young to be put to work in the yard, but not I!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu7iKkrBXeM/Tm_3R7KMkyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9P1t_Zsiha4/s1600/IMG_3658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu7iKkrBXeM/Tm_3R7KMkyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9P1t_Zsiha4/s400/IMG_3658.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Now, I'm sure some of you think I'm cruel and unreasonable, but he missed a spot and had to repeat a couple of strips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOWIeTyxaEw/Tm_39K_nbKI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4WWVOSM9RaU/s1600/IMG_3663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOWIeTyxaEw/Tm_39K_nbKI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4WWVOSM9RaU/s400/IMG_3663.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally,&amp;nbsp;with his&amp;nbsp;chore complete, he was able to take a breather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLoK62DuGdA/Tm_4WLIwT3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/sZTVWrqPyVc/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLoK62DuGdA/Tm_4WLIwT3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/sZTVWrqPyVc/s400/IMG_3671.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Return tomorrow for more &lt;strike&gt;child labor&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; pictures of Bricen.&lt;strike&gt;﻿&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7082440918047575913?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7082440918047575913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/yard-dude-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7082440918047575913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7082440918047575913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/yard-dude-part-1.html' title='Yard Dude (part 1)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu7iKkrBXeM/Tm_3R7KMkyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9P1t_Zsiha4/s72-c/IMG_3658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1206035438866833843</id><published>2011-09-11T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:50:00.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Foxed (A kiss goodnight)</title><content type='html'>Friday night GG, Bricen's great-grandmother spent the night with us.&amp;nbsp; Bricen was super excited, walking around saying "GG spending the night with me".&amp;nbsp; He bought his toys to her, where sitting beside her on the couch, they played into the night (okay, only until 8:30, but that's into the night for Bricen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, GG went next door to spend the night with my sister.&amp;nbsp; Bricen was fine until it was time to get ready for bed.&amp;nbsp; He refused to brush his teeth or put on his PJ's until he went over Sheri's to kiss GG goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite the sneak, because as soon as he walked into Sheri's, he announced "I'm not going to kiss GG goodnight, I'm going to play with Kaelin"....mmm, I believe I was out foxed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaelin and Bricen enjoyed playing with a long length of ribbon (really, children will play with anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-av5UQSABOIs/Tm0c6jbz-jI/AAAAAAAAA14/Bpsvx0KVYlA/s1600/IMG_3711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-av5UQSABOIs/Tm0c6jbz-jI/AAAAAAAAA14/Bpsvx0KVYlA/s400/IMG_3711.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to further delay leaving, he decided to make a fashion statement in Kaelin's pink flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_MN5fZzJEU/Tm0c9lxRKGI/AAAAAAAAA18/DY92pIm7ZIA/s1600/IMG_3712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_MN5fZzJEU/Tm0c9lxRKGI/AAAAAAAAA18/DY92pIm7ZIA/s400/IMG_3712.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Running out of excuses and tired, he finally gave GG her goodnight kiss.&amp;nbsp; Good thing GG doesn't get on the computer; she'd have a fit that Gram posted this picture of her in her gown with no makeup!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjNahaaPFlM/Tm0dAuum2EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/OrePBjWi5hc/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjNahaaPFlM/Tm0dAuum2EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/OrePBjWi5hc/s400/IMG_3713.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1206035438866833843?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1206035438866833843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-foxed-kiss-goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1206035438866833843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1206035438866833843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-foxed-kiss-goodnight.html' title='Out Foxed (A kiss goodnight)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-av5UQSABOIs/Tm0c6jbz-jI/AAAAAAAAA14/Bpsvx0KVYlA/s72-c/IMG_3711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3596275706601734274</id><published>2011-09-10T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:59:17.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Honor for an Honorable Soldier</title><content type='html'>I feel these pictures of Papaw's&amp;nbsp;burial service&amp;nbsp;were fitting for the eve of 9/11.&amp;nbsp; He loved the United States of America; so much that he gave over 22 years of his life to her.&amp;nbsp; Because of his devotion and rank, he earned the highest&amp;nbsp;military burial honors (outside of fallen soldiers).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was held in the "round house" at Middle Tennessee Veterans Cemetery.&amp;nbsp; The "round house" is a round structure encased in glass, perched on top of a hill, giving a 360 degree view of the grounds.&amp;nbsp; The burial service itself was attended only by close family.&amp;nbsp; It was a rainy, chilly day, which matched&amp;nbsp;our mood.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Note: some of the outside pictures appear blurry, but it's actual the misting rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZS7Vt5GbO0/TmwhsPELlCI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ZFiLvjVofNM/s1600/IMG_4157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZS7Vt5GbO0/TmwhsPELlCI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ZFiLvjVofNM/s320/IMG_4157.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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So, as an early birthday present, Bricen got his very own puppy!!&amp;nbsp; Bricen picked Paws all by himself from the litter of four puppies.&amp;nbsp; He's thrilled with the little ball of fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJTuu-rSxjI/TmmAFVudZ8I/AAAAAAAAA1A/zXtFAmNc4dc/s1600/Copy+of+GEDC1151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJTuu-rSxjI/TmmAFVudZ8I/AAAAAAAAA1A/zXtFAmNc4dc/s400/Copy+of+GEDC1151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Just look at the smile on his face!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a toy Poodle/Pomerania mix﻿ and really is a little cutie.&amp;nbsp; Him and Bricen make one handsome pair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vuxFCZEHB4/TmmADajl_PI/AAAAAAAAA08/TIKNXsDFEoI/s1600/Copy+of+GEDC1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vuxFCZEHB4/TmmADajl_PI/AAAAAAAAA08/TIKNXsDFEoI/s400/Copy+of+GEDC1149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen trying to get Paws to "walk faster".&amp;nbsp; With two inch legs, Paws going as fast as he can!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing is for certain, this dog will be used to children....whether he wants to be or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVO6ukOuo88/TmmAHHTvhkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zYXsk3Cr_XI/s1600/Copy+of+GEDC1158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVO6ukOuo88/TmmAHHTvhkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zYXsk3Cr_XI/s400/Copy+of+GEDC1158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Gentle, Bricen, gentle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy Bricen - here's to many happy years for you and Paws﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-6980071421888014218?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6980071421888014218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/meet-paws-bricens-early-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6980071421888014218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6980071421888014218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/meet-paws-bricens-early-birthday.html' title='Meet Paws - Bricen&apos;s early birthday present.'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJTuu-rSxjI/TmmAFVudZ8I/AAAAAAAAA1A/zXtFAmNc4dc/s72-c/Copy+of+GEDC1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6758602516231114897</id><published>2011-09-06T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:16:29.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A final goodbye</title><content type='html'>Today Papaw was buried at Middle TN Veterans Cemetery with full military honors.&amp;nbsp; His casket was carried by the honor guard, who also gave him a 21 gun salute, played taps and presented the flag from his casket to GG (Bricen's great-grandmother). Pictures were taken by the funeral home and I'll post&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was touching and fitting for a man who loved his country enough to serve over 20 years in service to her.&amp;nbsp; His tombstone will read "A Family Man &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;A Patriot"&amp;nbsp;- these words along with&amp;nbsp;the cross&amp;nbsp; on top, sum&amp;nbsp;up Papaw.&amp;nbsp; His love for God, his family and his country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHmOEpiWJAk/TmbM-4ioqvI/AAAAAAAAA0o/YoVZJd6xNTM/s1600/IMG_3650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHmOEpiWJAk/TmbM-4ioqvI/AAAAAAAAA0o/YoVZJd6xNTM/s400/IMG_3650.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen kissing Papaw's flag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSQyNCsyrvw/TmbNP_f-PrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/vDzn8BvXWzU/s1600/IMG_3654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSQyNCsyrvw/TmbNP_f-PrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/vDzn8BvXWzU/s400/IMG_3654.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired after the ceremony, Bricen decided crawling better suited him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMmdvGEKiTM/TmbSMd61oDI/AAAAAAAAA04/SY_9iFwU10A/s1600/IMG_3645+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMmdvGEKiTM/TmbSMd61oDI/AAAAAAAAA04/SY_9iFwU10A/s320/IMG_3645+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only at a military cemetery, would one find a box of tissues marked "State Property"...at least they didn't ration the number one could use!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Well, 62 may not be cold, but considering the heat index was 101 two days ago, it&amp;nbsp;felt chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Dad's funeral service and tomorrow is the burial, so&amp;nbsp;the family didn't&amp;nbsp;want&amp;nbsp;Mom to be alone.&amp;nbsp; Last night she stayed with me; tonight she's next door at my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen feels much better today.&amp;nbsp; With today being a holiday and tomorrow being the burial, he'll only attend school 3 days this week.&amp;nbsp; With him being under the weather, a short week is a good thing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1433005748236763052?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1433005748236763052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/lazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1433005748236763052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1433005748236763052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-829691214959008611</id><published>2011-09-04T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:23:43.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies from the heart</title><content type='html'>Today was Bricen's Papaws funeral service.&amp;nbsp; It was so sweet seeing Bricen talking to Papaw for the last time...telling&amp;nbsp;Papaw he loved him.&amp;nbsp; Bricen didn't understand what was actually going on, but he knows he loves his Papaw and his Papaw loves him and that's all that matters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akL6nuXEipE/TmROQMW3l2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/u_P1Mhc8v6k/s1600/Bricen+%2526+Derek+funeral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akL6nuXEipE/TmROQMW3l2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/u_P1Mhc8v6k/s400/Bricen+%2526+Derek+funeral.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkyKMrHpVNA/TmROWdmS7SI/AAAAAAAAA0g/UjopJiQoTC0/s1600/bricen+funeral+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkyKMrHpVNA/TmROWdmS7SI/AAAAAAAAA0g/UjopJiQoTC0/s400/bricen+funeral+family.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister and her husband purchased a butterfly and wrote all the great-grandchildrens names on it.&amp;nbsp; The butterfly "flew" over the open casket during viewing.&amp;nbsp; Before the casket was closed, I placed the butterfly over my dad's heart.&amp;nbsp; He loved his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren with all his heart and it seemed a fitting place as Papaw goes to his final resting place on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzNq9VlN3vY/TmROfvuNTrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DY3iYs7NwAI/s1600/funeral+butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzNq9VlN3vY/TmROfvuNTrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DY3iYs7NwAI/s400/funeral+butterfly.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-829691214959008611?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/829691214959008611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/butterflies-from-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/829691214959008611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/829691214959008611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/butterflies-from-heart.html' title='Butterflies from the heart'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akL6nuXEipE/TmROQMW3l2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/u_P1Mhc8v6k/s72-c/Bricen+%2526+Derek+funeral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4956954547898402374</id><published>2011-09-03T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:46:50.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricen has tonsillitis</title><content type='html'>Bricen's mom had tonsillitis earlier this week; unfortunately, Bricen starting running a low grade fever this morning and&amp;nbsp;his glands were swollen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Papaw's funeral viewing was today, but a trip to the ER with mom&amp;nbsp;for antibiotics and laying around the house suited Bricen better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired after spending most of the day on my feet, but I've committed myself to blogging everyday during the month of September so this short post will have to count for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4956954547898402374?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4956954547898402374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/bricen-has-tonsillitis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4956954547898402374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4956954547898402374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/bricen-has-tonsillitis.html' title='Bricen has tonsillitis'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4937462248180648251</id><published>2011-09-02T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:00:31.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricen's Great-grandfather passed</title><content type='html'>Bricen's great-grandfather, Papaw,&amp;nbsp;passed September 1st.&amp;nbsp; Papaw loved Bricen more than words can say and Bricen loved him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaw was broken hearted with Bricen's mito diagnose.&amp;nbsp; He knew his time on this earth was&amp;nbsp;coming to an end, but he'd lived almost 83 years - years filled with fantastic memories and no regrets.&amp;nbsp; He wanted the same for Bricen and prayed it was God's plan to grant him those years.&lt;br /&gt;I want to relate a personal story of God's love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Monday as we waited for my father to pass, I made a quick run to an area fast food drive in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ordered food, got the dollar total and pulled up to the payment window.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The attendant said, with a large smile on her face, that I didn't owe anything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Confused I said "I just placed an order and I indeed owe money".&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Still smiling she said the man in front of me had paid for my ordered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even more confused, I said there had to be a mistake, I didn't know the man and he didn't know me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She said the man told her to tell me "I'm from a local church and want to say "God is with you" and "God blesses you".&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sobbing, I felt a peace settle over me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I never doubted God's love for me, and it was confirmed today though the voice and actions of a total stranger. What a powerful message from Him when I needed it the most.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bricen loves you Papaw.&amp;nbsp; We know you're watching over him as his own special angel, and he'll always feel your love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4937462248180648251?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4937462248180648251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/bricens-great-grandfather-passed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4937462248180648251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4937462248180648251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/09/bricens-great-grandfather-passed.html' title='Bricen&apos;s Great-grandfather passed'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5823067131988262693</id><published>2011-08-25T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:29:01.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough Summer</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in so long.&amp;nbsp; This summer has been a roller coaster of emotions.&amp;nbsp; My dad has been&amp;nbsp;warring with&amp;nbsp;lung diseases, from smoking, for years and has spent most of the spring and summer&amp;nbsp;in the final battle.&amp;nbsp;He spent 8 weeks in the hospital on&amp;nbsp;a vent and I've spent hundreds of hours at his bed side, as did my brothers and sisters.&amp;nbsp; On four different occasionals,&amp;nbsp;the doctors prepared us for his passing, but he&amp;nbsp;overcame the odds and pulled though.&amp;nbsp; Now at home&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Hospice, he's stable, but we know&amp;nbsp;his condition can change at any time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer also proved to be unkind to Bricen.&amp;nbsp; His seizures raged out of control.&amp;nbsp; Keppra was increased to 5.5&amp;nbsp;ml twice a day and 100 mg Topamax twice a day&amp;nbsp;was added into the mix, all to no avail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Seizures lasting 15 - 20 seconds&amp;nbsp;continued&amp;nbsp;all day long.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two weeks ago, the Topamax was replaced with Lamictal and he's almost seizure free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His spinal MRI came back normal.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Koenig herself call Bricen's mom,&amp;nbsp;and based on his normal MRI and&amp;nbsp;other findings in his last labs, she wants to "further investigate and revisit mitochondrial disease".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She scheduled&amp;nbsp;Bricen for the next available appointment, so we head back to Houston next month (September 27th).&amp;nbsp; We feel sure Bricen will be diagnosed with primary mitochondrial disease since all secondary&amp;nbsp;issues she thought may be causing&amp;nbsp;his mitochondrial dysfunction have been ruled out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen has lost the ability to say his&amp;nbsp;ABC's, his shapes and other minor (but huge)&amp;nbsp;things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We're hoping it's because of the seizures and not a regression.&amp;nbsp; He's also&amp;nbsp;regressed in potty training and is back in pull ups full time.&amp;nbsp; This is normal with his seizures, however,&amp;nbsp;he was having trouble prior to his seizure activity, so&amp;nbsp;we'll bring it&amp;nbsp;up with Dr. Koenig.&amp;nbsp; He also plays "doggie" all the time, crawling&amp;nbsp;up to 50% of the day during the summer, acting like a&amp;nbsp;dog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once again, we're hoping it's a phase instead of muscle weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of everything, Bricen continues to be the same laughing, loving little boy we all know and love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With&amp;nbsp;dad home, I&amp;nbsp;plan to do at least&amp;nbsp;a weekly blog....I've missed you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6LKniGPEJw/Tlah9I8nKxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/kNOBIZaKe0o/s1600/2011-08-06_18-47-35_901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6LKniGPEJw/Tlah9I8nKxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/kNOBIZaKe0o/s320/2011-08-06_18-47-35_901.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad in the hospital on the vent, reaching out to give Bricen a hug.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5823067131988262693?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5823067131988262693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/08/rough-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5823067131988262693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5823067131988262693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/08/rough-summer.html' title='A Rough Summer'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6LKniGPEJw/Tlah9I8nKxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/kNOBIZaKe0o/s72-c/2011-08-06_18-47-35_901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5725027910352889818</id><published>2011-04-25T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:19:31.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Doctor Trip Update</title><content type='html'>I had to do some researching and collect my thoughts before posting about our Houston trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap the events leading up to the trip, Bricen had an unsedated EMG at Vanderbilt deemed "normal".&amp;nbsp; However, Dr. K and Dr. M (in Houston) felt parts of the EMG that didn't register may not be "technical difficulty" (caused by a screaming, thrashing child), but due to underlaying issues.&amp;nbsp; So, a sedated EMG was scheduled in Houston at Memorial Herman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen's sedated EMG was done Tuesday and was normal in the muscle portion.&amp;nbsp; However, the EMG on the nerve portion was abnormal.&amp;nbsp; The nerve signal&amp;nbsp;is traveling from&amp;nbsp;his brain to his hands and feet (the extremities tested), but it didn't "bounce back" or return properly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dr. M said he thought the problem was in the spinal column and would be secondary to a mito dysfunction.&amp;nbsp; He planned on calling Dr. K and discussing the results prior to our Wednesday appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen's parents and I were nervous going into the appointment.&amp;nbsp; Dr. K had told us on our last visit, Bricen met the criteria for mitochondrial disease; however, she wanted to wait until his repeat EMG before giving a firm DX.&amp;nbsp; Based&amp;nbsp;on Dr. M stating the issues on the EMG would be secondary to mito, we felt this may the appointment we were told "it's mito".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting started with Dr. K saying she and Dr. M had discussed Bricen at length and both had researched his case.&amp;nbsp; She questioned&amp;nbsp;the pregnancy in detail and determined there was a high probability Bricen's mother suffered a seizure causing disruption to Bricen's blood and oxygen flow.&amp;nbsp; The restriction caused damage to his brain and nerves in his eyes and spinal column.&amp;nbsp; The labs and muscle bx results showing mitochondrial dysfunction was actually due to STRESS not dysfunction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The nerve damage causes&amp;nbsp;weak muscles&amp;nbsp;and his body has to produce additional energy to compensate.&amp;nbsp; However, stressed mitochondrial, caused by such an injury, are NOT PROGRESSIVE.&amp;nbsp; All of his "mito" type symptoms can be explained by overworked muscles.&lt;br /&gt;No other body systems would become affected and although there still isn't a treatment or a cure, Bricen would never get any worse!!!! As a matter of fact, as he gets older, he'll learned to compensate in other ways to help&amp;nbsp;deal with his disabilities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;new theory will be proved/disproved by an MRI of Bricen's spinal column.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, if a doctor had mentioned damage to Bricen's spinal column, tears would have freely flowed from all of us.&amp;nbsp; Here we are now, hoping for an abnormal MRI.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, we would gladly give anything for a healthy, "typical" little boy.&amp;nbsp; But, that's not in God's plans.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, we wait for the MRI to see the path God has chosen for us to follow.&amp;nbsp; We want the one where Bricen's future looks&amp;nbsp;bright and not medically involved, but as always, we know God's&amp;nbsp;hand will guide us forward no matter the direction he choses for Bricen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are filled with hope!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5725027910352889818?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5725027910352889818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/houston-doctor-trip-update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5725027910352889818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5725027910352889818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/houston-doctor-trip-update.html' title='Houston Doctor Trip Update'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8629647177156462993</id><published>2011-04-18T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:07:47.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Bound Again!!!!</title><content type='html'>In the morning, we'll be boarding the plane once again, to see Dr. Koenig in Houston!!&amp;nbsp; Bricen is excited; he loves flying and staying in the hotel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He has a sedated EMG Tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp; We're praying he doesn't have the same reaction as the muscle bx - he was a total mess coming out of surgery.&lt;br /&gt;We see Dr. K Wednesday, but we don't an appointment time yet.&amp;nbsp; That's right...we're travel halfway across the country to see a Doctor without an appointment!!&amp;nbsp; Well, not really.&amp;nbsp; Her office is closed Wednesday, but she's going to see Bricen so we won't have to stay until Friday.&amp;nbsp; That's super nice of her, but her office hasn't given us a time yet, so I'm a little (read very) nervous.&amp;nbsp; We get in early Monday, so I think I'll pop in her office during the afternoon to make sure nothing (meaning Bricen) is overlooked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;On a exciting note, several of us from my favorite board, P2P, are trying to meet for lunch Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see these people "in real life"; I've followed their journeys for several years and feel like we all just one big family.&amp;nbsp; It's comforting to have people in your life that "get it".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'll update after we get back.&lt;br /&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp; it's 1:00 in the morning and I have to get up in 3 hours to order to catch to plane, so please excuse this rambling post if it doesn't make sense!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8629647177156462993?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8629647177156462993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/houston-bound-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8629647177156462993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8629647177156462993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/houston-bound-again.html' title='Houston Bound Again!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-9052807630431367987</id><published>2011-04-11T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:28:45.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming the bushes (and Grumpy)</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp; I know children aren't suppose to play with sharp objects, but it's okay to work with them, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to whack our bushes back into submission, Grumpy grabbed a pair of shears and headed outside.&amp;nbsp; My job was to stand back and guide him into where to clip to ensure a (somewhat) uniform shape.&amp;nbsp; However, Bricen soon took over, telling Grumpy "about one inch", "do the bottom" and "to the right" (repeating instructions I'd given).&amp;nbsp; It was a hoot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMqaxlafHu4/TaMnuFTC8AI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XdH1LhrHeDw/s1600/IMG_3540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMqaxlafHu4/TaMnuFTC8AI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XdH1LhrHeDw/s400/IMG_3540.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6HVtMTKncw/TaMnwmP71ZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/uMgfFnZpA7E/s1600/IMG_3541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6HVtMTKncw/TaMnwmP71ZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/uMgfFnZpA7E/s400/IMG_3541.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure he could do&amp;nbsp;a better, Bricen grabbed a pair of clippers and joined Grumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4_6eHeVwSM/TaMqgt5PO0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/oSK481mCGsY/s1600/IMG_3539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4_6eHeVwSM/TaMqgt5PO0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/oSK481mCGsY/s400/IMG_3539.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D2Iy2c1I_8/TaMqabi5TvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/SGvVm0Rjrfg/s1600/IMG_3538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D2Iy2c1I_8/TaMqabi5TvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/SGvVm0Rjrfg/s400/IMG_3538.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5VXLLQHQKI/TaMqd4f4TZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/tqed1nYDsKw/s1600/IMG_3537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5VXLLQHQKI/TaMqd4f4TZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/tqed1nYDsKw/s400/IMG_3537.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Together, the bushes were trimmed in record time and&amp;nbsp;never looked better!!!&amp;nbsp; On a totally different topic, Bricen wanted me to take a picture of his skinned knee...guess he wanted to ensure everyone shared his pain﻿!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WF4VbGBBUHA/TaMr9zK7MMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6soz2JRkTGM/s1600/IMG_3543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WF4VbGBBUHA/TaMr9zK7MMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6soz2JRkTGM/s400/IMG_3543.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-9052807630431367987?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/9052807630431367987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/taming-bushes-and-grumpy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/9052807630431367987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/9052807630431367987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/taming-bushes-and-grumpy.html' title='Taming the bushes (and Grumpy)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMqaxlafHu4/TaMnuFTC8AI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XdH1LhrHeDw/s72-c/IMG_3540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1634849377557518505</id><published>2011-04-08T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:15:24.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting his handsome on!!</title><content type='html'>As you with only boys know, it's hard to dress the little dudes&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;cute&lt;/strike&gt; handsome.&amp;nbsp; With two boys of my own, then Bricen as my only grandchild, I walk down the numerous aisles of little girl clothes and accessories, marveling at the wide array of styles, colors and fabric, knowing I can only look.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I make my way to the one or two piddly aisles of boy clothes,&amp;nbsp;with the choice of vertical or horizon stripes.&amp;nbsp; Well okay, there's slightly more variation that just stripes,&amp;nbsp;but not by much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered Crazy 8, and I'm in heaven!!!&amp;nbsp; Now, I can add peace signs, skulls and funky slogans. &lt;br /&gt;Below are the shoes I've purchased.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, his main shoes are study Stide-Rite, but man, I'm sure having fun buying shoes, shorts and shirts....who needs pink?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQX8kyiAd_c/TZ9dqmIl61I/AAAAAAAAAzY/kRlERCse6Qo/s1600/IMG_3528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQX8kyiAd_c/TZ9dqmIl61I/AAAAAAAAAzY/kRlERCse6Qo/s400/IMG_3528.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5rf5sBBXUU/TZ9dteDGdfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Xr3idNLMlro/s1600/IMG_3529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5rf5sBBXUU/TZ9dteDGdfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Xr3idNLMlro/s400/IMG_3529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMjDjdXjRHQ/TZ9dx15QJ6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/HXqd_g1I-xg/s1600/IMG_3533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMjDjdXjRHQ/TZ9dx15QJ6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/HXqd_g1I-xg/s400/IMG_3533.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGC8pcrA8nc/TZ9d22orDkI/AAAAAAAAAzk/PDQ0mhaZvwY/s1600/IMG_3535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGC8pcrA8nc/TZ9d22orDkI/AAAAAAAAAzk/PDQ0mhaZvwY/s400/IMG_3535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1634849377557518505?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1634849377557518505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-his-handsome-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1634849377557518505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1634849377557518505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-his-handsome-on.html' title='Getting his handsome on!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQX8kyiAd_c/TZ9dqmIl61I/AAAAAAAAAzY/kRlERCse6Qo/s72-c/IMG_3528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7241769493350879852</id><published>2011-04-02T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:04:21.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricen's Warriors Fought Today!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were fierce, determined and took no prisoners. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five hundred and thirty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; people showed up for the battle.........the battle against mito!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Some people called it the 1st Annual Middle Tennessee UMDF chapter "Energy for Life" walkathon, but it was truly a battle for finding treatments and a cure for all those affected by mitochondrial disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVIqMWcxeho/TZfioxc_E5I/AAAAAAAAAx8/iF4LvSX5Qh8/s1600/IMG_3396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVIqMWcxeho/TZfioxc_E5I/AAAAAAAAAx8/iF4LvSX5Qh8/s400/IMG_3396.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0fdoI9V988/TZfhx-blZUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RSnBxo5RtAw/s1600/IMG_3393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0fdoI9V988/TZfhx-blZUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RSnBxo5RtAw/s400/IMG_3393.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty six&amp;nbsp;warriors surrounded Bricen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZxQq0mvwtQ/TZfnzM7tOeI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PPs99AMj0s4/s1600/IMG_3398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZxQq0mvwtQ/TZfnzM7tOeI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PPs99AMj0s4/s400/IMG_3398.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wJu8_Bm1HQ/TZfidlAbzPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/n7zXzeJqBfA/s1600/IMG_3403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wJu8_Bm1HQ/TZfidlAbzPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/n7zXzeJqBfA/s400/IMG_3403.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Dalen and friends&amp;nbsp;volunteered the music to get the crowd "fired up" (aka the DJ's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87ojSf4igt4/TZfjwsYQ2oI/AAAAAAAAAyc/v80TrlGA8Lc/s1600/IMG_3389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87ojSf4igt4/TZfjwsYQ2oI/AAAAAAAAAyc/v80TrlGA8Lc/s400/IMG_3389.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grumpy volunteered&amp;nbsp;making&amp;nbsp;sure everyone stayed safe (he's a policemen)!!!&amp;nbsp; There was a lot to keep safe - the battle raised &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;$70,000&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dollars!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0GNMPiIPwI/TZfjqZ33pcI/AAAAAAAAAyY/rKLFwpd0Ods/s1600/IMG_3384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0GNMPiIPwI/TZfjqZ33pcI/AAAAAAAAAyY/rKLFwpd0Ods/s400/IMG_3384.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzPE9uJ85cQ/TZfmHZx8ZyI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fisZZlwS4lo/s1600/IMG_3382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzPE9uJ85cQ/TZfmHZx8ZyI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fisZZlwS4lo/s400/IMG_3382.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, Mommy and Daddy lead the charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxtkuOE_Bx0/TZfixEUmGEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/oycoQIf9paE/s1600/IMG_3420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxtkuOE_Bx0/TZfixEUmGEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/oycoQIf9paE/s400/IMG_3420.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gramme was right beside&amp;nbsp;them with our new friend, Skye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nkrQYeAV3g/TZfhlhWYwjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/w-hpFzNMCDk/s1600/IMG_3407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nkrQYeAV3g/TZfhlhWYwjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/w-hpFzNMCDk/s400/IMG_3407.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bricen's teacher and a friend from school joined in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnmI6laTbYc/TZfmCZd9D-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/TBX0Kuh6ecw/s1600/IMG_3400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnmI6laTbYc/TZfmCZd9D-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/TBX0Kuh6ecw/s400/IMG_3400.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family and friends completed Bricen's lean, mean fighting machines!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GeTg-jN4hg/TZfjOioMq4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5YQqyzsjfKU/s1600/IMG_3410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GeTg-jN4hg/TZfjOioMq4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5YQqyzsjfKU/s400/IMG_3410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87Co1zzYCeE/TZfjayqFpKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JrkRbj3il8k/s1600/IMG_3412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87Co1zzYCeE/TZfjayqFpKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JrkRbj3il8k/s400/IMG_3412.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CS6zzNlyuT0/TZfjguH7csI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FK4IsDTpmRA/s1600/IMG_3413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CS6zzNlyuT0/TZfjguH7csI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FK4IsDTpmRA/s400/IMG_3413.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen did his part, mounted on his trusty stead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggHgmvcKcNc/TZfqkqTrmgI/AAAAAAAAAys/scSSVgkfyO4/s1600/IMG_3431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggHgmvcKcNc/TZfqkqTrmgI/AAAAAAAAAys/scSSVgkfyO4/s400/IMG_3431.JPG" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These children may look harmless, but they defended Bricen by melting the hearts of all enemies in their path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R__5MtFDNY4/TZfrhmBVQTI/AAAAAAAAAy0/avrezoJYbCY/s1600/IMG_3430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R__5MtFDNY4/TZfrhmBVQTI/AAAAAAAAAy0/avrezoJYbCY/s400/IMG_3430.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR0CL046M_U/TZfrmSftutI/AAAAAAAAAy4/lPHAl3OAAog/s1600/IMG_3462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR0CL046M_U/TZfrmSftutI/AAAAAAAAAy4/lPHAl3OAAog/s400/IMG_3462.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhM6nXh-Sh4/TZfrvRVW-wI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MeDHzMkXrMY/s1600/IMG_3460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhM6nXh-Sh4/TZfrvRVW-wI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MeDHzMkXrMY/s400/IMG_3460.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was strategy planning during the battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0vw00nrtTg/TZfjAefV0BI/AAAAAAAAAyI/-uXuYjPSBxc/s1600/IMG_3436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0vw00nrtTg/TZfjAefV0BI/AAAAAAAAAyI/-uXuYjPSBxc/s400/IMG_3436.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;hard fought, but we were victorious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ObwUXSpWU/TZftb3gs3lI/AAAAAAAAAzA/5kpJMzx7XyY/s1600/IMG_3474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ObwUXSpWU/TZftb3gs3lI/AAAAAAAAAzA/5kpJMzx7XyY/s400/IMG_3474.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Did you catch the numbers??? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;On Middle Tennessee's 1st Annual UMDF Energy for Life Walk, 530 walkers raised a little over $70,000!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to once again, personally thank, all my family and friends that joined together to make this a success for Bricen and the fight against mito.&amp;nbsp; Some personally came and walked/donated, some donated and others offered prayers.&amp;nbsp; All of you are the true hope behind finding a cure!!!&amp;nbsp; I love each and everyone of you and am blessed to have you in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7241769493350879852?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7241769493350879852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/bricens-warriors-fought-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7241769493350879852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7241769493350879852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/04/bricens-warriors-fought-today.html' title='Bricen&apos;s Warriors Fought Today!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVIqMWcxeho/TZfioxc_E5I/AAAAAAAAAx8/iF4LvSX5Qh8/s72-c/IMG_3396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3972297084393920721</id><published>2011-03-26T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:00:47.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Typical Morning, Right?????</title><content type='html'>Below are photos depicting&amp;nbsp;a scene&amp;nbsp;played out in millions of homes across America this morning...a little boy, sitting at the breakfast table on a&amp;nbsp;Saturday morning, eating cereal while cartoons&amp;nbsp;blast in the back ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fu9SN0X0YIA/TY6TwBvrW_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/sjBSIHLzTvo/s1600/IMG_3375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fu9SN0X0YIA/TY6TwBvrW_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/sjBSIHLzTvo/s400/IMG_3375.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t_XUK7ARhAY/TY6TzJTi7vI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kIHyE_zfVJI/s1600/IMG_3377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t_XUK7ARhAY/TY6TzJTi7vI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kIHyE_zfVJI/s400/IMG_3377.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5whlkPvQ40g/TY6UATa2zMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/b0Pywru6ycI/s1600/IMG_3378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5whlkPvQ40g/TY6UATa2zMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/b0Pywru6ycI/s400/IMG_3378.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tovh00b9Uzc/TY6UDo4wffI/AAAAAAAAAxs/fXcguH8vUhA/s1600/IMG_3376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tovh00b9Uzc/TY6UDo4wffI/AAAAAAAAAxs/fXcguH8vUhA/s400/IMG_3376.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, typical this scene may appear, it represents a huge milestone for Bricen.&amp;nbsp; A combination of his low vision, low muscle tone and muscle weakness, has made it impossible for Bricen to feed himself.&amp;nbsp; Over the last few weeks, he's mastered a few things; eating French fries and waffles with a fork.&amp;nbsp; This morning marked the first time he was able to feed himself cereal!!!&amp;nbsp; I sat in a chair beside him with tears in my eyes.&amp;nbsp; His inability to feed himself with utensils (he's been able to feed himself finger foods for a several years) has weighted heavy on my mind and heart.&amp;nbsp; I was afraid other children would make fun of his teacher having to feed him next year.&amp;nbsp; But, ever the fighter, Bricen has overcame&amp;nbsp;another hurdle placed in his path.&amp;nbsp; He got tired after about 8 bites and asked me to feed him,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;with practice he'll gain strength.&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud of&amp;nbsp;him and thank God for this milestone!!!&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-3972297084393920721?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/3972297084393920721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-typical-morning-right.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3972297084393920721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3972297084393920721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-typical-morning-right.html' title='Just a Typical Morning, Right?????'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fu9SN0X0YIA/TY6TwBvrW_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/sjBSIHLzTvo/s72-c/IMG_3375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4323609938013853822</id><published>2011-03-17T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:38:52.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the great beyond</title><content type='html'>I really haven't been anywhere but wrapped up in my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I'm been in weird reflective moods and although I followed all the blogs and little ones that have come to mean so much to me, I rarely posted or responded for the past month.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mito community is&amp;nbsp;filled with heartache for the children that have earned their angel wings and others that are struggling,even as I type, fighting mito with everything they have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter has been rough on Bricen with ongoing sickness; nothing too serious, just overly fatigued and feeling under the weather.&amp;nbsp; I know we're blessed that his struggles have been&amp;nbsp;nothing compared to the above mentioned little ones, but that fact doesn't make watching Bricen walk around with dark circles under his eyes, looking like he's ready to fall over from fatigue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a sleep study this week with results due back in about a month.&amp;nbsp; Watching the monitor, his oxygen levels appeared to remain high though the night; however, this is one of many components reviewed in the study, so we'll wait for the report.&amp;nbsp; A part of me hopes he has &lt;u&gt;treatable&lt;/u&gt; sleep apnea and the treatment will give him a much needed energy boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my self imposed exile has ended!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4323609938013853822?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4323609938013853822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-for-great-beyond.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4323609938013853822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4323609938013853822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-for-great-beyond.html' title='Back from the great beyond'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7105536423159839682</id><published>2011-02-03T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:35:35.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed to Houston Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Bricen's repeat EMG was approved yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This EMG will be done under sedation.&amp;nbsp; We were afraid insurance would put up a fuss based on Vanderbilt's "normal" test, but&amp;nbsp;the Houston request&amp;nbsp;flew though without any problems!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bricen's ped nurse was questioned by insurance about the continued need to see Dr. Koenig, the mito specialist and&amp;nbsp;mentioned a doctor in Memphis.&amp;nbsp; After looking her up, we noted her specialty was Autism; she had no training or connection to the "mito" world.&amp;nbsp; Once again, we were prepared to fight, but insurance approved the visit without any further ado.&lt;br /&gt;Bricen's EMG is scheduled in Houston at Hermann Memorial on Tuesday, April 19th.&amp;nbsp; His appointment with Dr. Koenig will be the following day.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't see patients on Wednesday; however, she's making an exception for Bricen and one other child.&amp;nbsp; Wow, I just love&amp;nbsp;Dr. K&amp;nbsp;more and more...what a blessing to have her in our corner!!!!&lt;br /&gt;To sweeten the pot, I got air line tickets on South West for $64 one way.&amp;nbsp; The grand total was only $144.00!!!&amp;nbsp; I normally pay at least $300, so this was a deal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7105536423159839682?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7105536423159839682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/02/headed-to-houston-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7105536423159839682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7105536423159839682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/02/headed-to-houston-again.html' title='Headed to Houston Again!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7005166400900151671</id><published>2011-01-31T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:03:29.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter up.....</title><content type='html'>Staring in April, Bricen will be playing t-ball!!!!&amp;nbsp; The great town of Smyrna has a special needs program geared toward ensuring children with disabilities have the same life experiences as "typical" children.&amp;nbsp;Not only&amp;nbsp;do they offer t-ball, but swimming, fishing and scouts are other programs Bricen&amp;nbsp;might enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The programs let the child be involved at their own level.&amp;nbsp; So, if Bricen get too hot or tired, he can sit&amp;nbsp;down to rest&amp;nbsp;or leave!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're SO excited for Bricen.&amp;nbsp; These programs offer him a chance to enjoy actives, that we as parents (or grandparents),&amp;nbsp;took for granted before&amp;nbsp;starting down this long, winding road....it's a true blessing when we get a much needed, uplifting detour!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7005166400900151671?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7005166400900151671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/batter-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7005166400900151671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7005166400900151671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/batter-up.html' title='Batter up.....'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2780127286147326021</id><published>2011-01-19T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:27:31.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do....</title><content type='html'>with a little boy who still isn't up to going to school, but feels well enough to get bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpNQ0vzFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DdaW7SnwsrA/s1600/IMG_3280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpNQ0vzFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DdaW7SnwsrA/s400/IMG_3280.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You won't like me when I'm bored"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿Following are a two options:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Build a fort.&amp;nbsp; The first day, Bricen was scared and cried for me to take it down.&amp;nbsp; The second day,&amp;nbsp;he agreed it was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; Luckily it was big enough for both of us to play inside.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpniG63hI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vlDQW3fY3t8/s1600/IMG_3311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpniG63hI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vlDQW3fY3t8/s400/IMG_3311.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpqx98tKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/svVDs3Nthqc/s1600/IMG_3312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpqx98tKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/svVDs3Nthqc/s400/IMG_3312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Practice personal hygiene.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't have to be on a humane - any old Bigfoot monster will do the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpaU61e4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dfhEmMNPXHE/s1600/IMG_3297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpaU61e4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dfhEmMNPXHE/s400/IMG_3297.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpfvsOG9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/XBqb5ECajHs/s1600/IMG_3304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpfvsOG9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/XBqb5ECajHs/s400/IMG_3304.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen would have missed 8 days from school had school not been closed from snow and MLK day.&amp;nbsp; He's in preschool now, so the only things he missed is therapy.&amp;nbsp; We're really praying for health when he starts "real" school.&amp;nbsp; Eight days in a row (from the common cold)&amp;nbsp;would be a problem!!!﻿&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-2780127286147326021?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2780127286147326021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-do-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2780127286147326021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2780127286147326021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do....'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TTcpNQ0vzFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DdaW7SnwsrA/s72-c/IMG_3280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-85081821913498707</id><published>2011-01-10T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:54:03.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ER yesterday...a little better today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bricen awoke with a fever of 101.&amp;nbsp; I gave him a dose of Motrin then waited about 1/2 hour&amp;nbsp;and gave his morning meds.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;started vomiting and was unable to hold down any of his meds.&amp;nbsp; The importance of not missing a dose of the seizure medicine, combined with the predicated snow storm, brought us to the decision the best course of action was to head to the ER.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So off to Vanderbilt Children's we headed.&amp;nbsp; A quick call to his ped ensured Bricen go immediately back upon our arrival.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;During the ride, the Mortin kicked in and by the time we got to the hospital, Bricen was talking and laughing with no fever.&amp;nbsp; He looked the picture of health, and I was a little embarrassed!!!&amp;nbsp; However, he was still refusing to eat or drink anything and the team (at least to our face) said we made the right choice in bringing him in if he couldn't hold down his Keppra.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bricen was quickly bored in the little room and tried to find things to past the time while refusing all offers of drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt434KSlGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WMDQ0JhgY60/s1600/IMG_3202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt434KSlGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WMDQ0JhgY60/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt49-aMwQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/W8ONFbRdnNc/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt49-aMwQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/W8ONFbRdnNc/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt5B8CCMkI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dv-mfMW6Fx0/s1600/IMG_3211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt5B8CCMkI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dv-mfMW6Fx0/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;a couple of&amp;nbsp;hours of Bricen refusing drinks, he was given Zofran and, poof, he started drinking!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A couple of hours later, he held down his&amp;nbsp;seizure medicine and was set on his way with two&amp;nbsp;premeasured doses of Zofran and a&amp;nbsp;Zofran&amp;nbsp;prescription.&amp;nbsp;The comfort that comes with having Zofran on hand is welcomed; it would have prevented todays' ER visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he's&amp;nbsp;back to&amp;nbsp;running a low grade fever, but is eating small amounts, drinking and taking his meds, so we're not worried.&amp;nbsp; His stomach seems to have settled, but at the first sign of trouble, we'll bring out the Zofran!!&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-85081821913498707?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/85081821913498707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/er-yesterdaya-little-better-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/85081821913498707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/85081821913498707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/er-yesterdaya-little-better-today.html' title='ER yesterday...a little better today'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSt434KSlGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WMDQ0JhgY60/s72-c/IMG_3202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3341913639060057467</id><published>2011-01-08T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:26:04.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Number 4 and more on the way!!!</title><content type='html'>Here in the Nashville area, we aren't use to snow.&amp;nbsp;Normally, we get one dusting of snow a year, if we're lucky (or unlucky, depending how you look at it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't close schools after seeing the white stuff falling, we close school at the mere CHANCE of snow.&amp;nbsp; That's right folks, we'll&amp;nbsp;nail the&amp;nbsp;school doors shut&amp;nbsp;just because 1/2" is predicated!!!&amp;nbsp; So, imagine the state we're in with our 4th snow of the fall/winter season on the ground with more on the way tomorrow night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highway department has ran out of&amp;nbsp; road deicer and emergency funds are being sought to purchase more.&amp;nbsp; The groceries are discouraged, because in the past, the mention of snow&amp;nbsp;had groves of people&amp;nbsp;running to the store, wiping out bread and milk supplies.&amp;nbsp; But, snow has become so commonplace this year, everyone has lost their "panic" button.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, we still can't drive in the stuff and you'll more than likely end up in an unintentional game of bumper cars if you venture out, but we're becoming bolder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is more ready for the snow to be&amp;nbsp;over than Bricen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He doesn't like the snow, period.&amp;nbsp; No matter how&amp;nbsp;we try to talk&amp;nbsp;up the&amp;nbsp;joys of snowmen, snowball fights and snow angels,&amp;nbsp;Bricen wants no part of it.&amp;nbsp; He'll go outside, under&amp;nbsp;protest, only to say "want to go back in the house?"&amp;nbsp;within 1 - 2 minutes of being out.&amp;nbsp; He was saying just that in the picture below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkoegRPVMI/AAAAAAAAAws/oOu1yrFmJLE/s1600/IMG_3269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkoegRPVMI/AAAAAAAAAws/oOu1yrFmJLE/s400/IMG_3269.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really can't believe she'd drag me out in this weather just for a photo op&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkoakSdh4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/OlgKLaEFwhQ/s1600/IMG_3267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkoakSdh4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/OlgKLaEFwhQ/s400/IMG_3267.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe if I smile, she'll come to her senses and we'll go inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkpR_netVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qOuDIskToGg/s1600/IMG_3272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkpR_netVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qOuDIskToGg/s400/IMG_3272.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The smile worked and after these three shots, we retreated into the warmth of the house, much to Bricen's delight!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-3341913639060057467?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/3341913639060057467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-number-4-and-more-on-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3341913639060057467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3341913639060057467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-number-4-and-more-on-way.html' title='Snow Number 4 and more on the way!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSkoegRPVMI/AAAAAAAAAws/oOu1yrFmJLE/s72-c/IMG_3269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8116101370311798072</id><published>2011-01-05T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:26:16.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Reflux</title><content type='html'>Poor Bricen, we can't get his reflux under control.&amp;nbsp; In the past two weeks, his reflux medicine (Zantac)&amp;nbsp;amount has almost doubled, but to no avail.&amp;nbsp; He's having reflux throughout the day and, we're sure, at night.&amp;nbsp; In addition, his appetite is worse than normal, causing us to wonder if irritation and&amp;nbsp;pain&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;reflux is playing a part in his lack of eating.&amp;nbsp; Of course, Bricen's eating habits&amp;nbsp;have always left something to be desired, but&amp;nbsp;if it hurts to swallow,&amp;nbsp; it stands to reason, he'd not want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;So far, all conversions with his ped have been by phone, but a visit to his office may now be in order.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are many reflux meds on the market; we feel confident we can find&amp;nbsp;the one(s) that works best for him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our recent trip to Houston, we noted Bricen seemed to "catch" his breath during his sleep.&amp;nbsp; He's always snored but the added loud snorting sounds&amp;nbsp;are a new development.&amp;nbsp; To ensure Bricen doesn't suffer from sleep apnea or a sleep disorder, we've asked his ped to set up&amp;nbsp;a sleep study; hopefully,&amp;nbsp;we'll have the results prior to our follow up appointment with Dr. K in Houston.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a couple of pictures of Bricen and Addy.&amp;nbsp; They were "cooking" and to ensure their dishes were up to par, they fed the other one bites for a taste test!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnFMk9UzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j0OIPuxPvxs/s1600/IMG_3217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnFMk9UzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j0OIPuxPvxs/s400/IMG_3217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnJVDscOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/40fkX2-KFMM/s1600/IMG_3220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnJVDscOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/40fkX2-KFMM/s400/IMG_3220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnMvAGxpI/AAAAAAAAAwk/83y9Kt_saQ8/s1600/IMG_3219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnMvAGxpI/AAAAAAAAAwk/83y9Kt_saQ8/s400/IMG_3219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8116101370311798072?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8116101370311798072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/raging-reflux.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8116101370311798072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8116101370311798072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/raging-reflux.html' title='Raging Reflux'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TSUnFMk9UzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j0OIPuxPvxs/s72-c/IMG_3217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8027116399513077185</id><published>2011-01-01T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:58:40.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring in 2011!!!!</title><content type='html'>As this year draws to a close, thoughts of Bricen, as always, fill my mind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He's came so far this year; walking and talking better.&amp;nbsp; He's potty trained and learning new things every single day&amp;nbsp; His personality is shining though and with it a wacky little sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has been filled with a journey towards finding that ever&amp;nbsp;elusive diagnosise.&amp;nbsp; The mixed bag of results from the muscle bx started 2010.&amp;nbsp; Some&amp;nbsp;of the testing&amp;nbsp;pointed to a mitochondrial dysfunction, other parts were inconclusive.&amp;nbsp; Bricen's testing continued though out the year, with a&amp;nbsp;EEG, EKG, EMG and ECHO,&amp;nbsp;along with tons of blood work.&amp;nbsp; The highlight of the testing was discovering no heart involvement; the low point was discovering Vandy had blotched the EMG and it will have to be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;search twice took us to&amp;nbsp;Houston, TX&amp;nbsp; to see&amp;nbsp;Dr. Koenig, a renowned mito&amp;nbsp;specialist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At&amp;nbsp;the last visit,&amp;nbsp;we found out&amp;nbsp;Bricen does indeed have a mitochondrial dysfunction, but it's unclear whether it's primary or secondary to an unknown factor....so more testing is&amp;nbsp;underway and this year will find us once (or twice) more on a plane to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medically, the hardest thing to watch this year were the seizures. By the time Bricen had his EEG, the seizures numbered 150+ a day and were causing Bricen to lose his balance and control of his bladder. Praise God, the Keppra has proved to be a miracle drug and the seizures are totally controlled!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Bricen fatigues easily and struggles to recovery from illness, he's a remarkably healthy little boy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For that, we thank God everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Would I like&amp;nbsp;a DX in 2011???&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You bet.&amp;nbsp; But most of all, I pray, Bricen&amp;nbsp;continues to be happy and healthy....and I pray that the&amp;nbsp;New Year brings the same to you and your love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR7OGTrAVAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/V85prjpv-P4/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_3239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR7OGTrAVAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/V85prjpv-P4/s400/Copy+of+IMG_3239.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8027116399513077185?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8027116399513077185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/ring-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8027116399513077185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8027116399513077185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2011/01/ring-in-2011.html' title='Ring in 2011!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR7OGTrAVAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/V85prjpv-P4/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6672092094130887445</id><published>2010-12-30T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:42:33.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Christmas Festivities (not the festivities, the post)</title><content type='html'>Note: I&amp;nbsp;was so busy following Christmas and then got a nasty stomach bug.&amp;nbsp; I promise we celebrated Christmas and here's the pictures to prove it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke to a picture perfect day....a rare white Christmas!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRk-XJw3WeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2YA6PFUU7IY/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRk-XJw3WeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2YA6PFUU7IY/s400/IMG_3131.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The family gathered to share our blessings and lots of good food!!&amp;nbsp; When I told Bricen it was time to eat, he was sitting in his room playing. He looked up, said "Bricen's all done eating" and went back to playing. True to his word, he only ate about 2 bites. The rest of the time he played and&amp;nbsp;visited!!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRlAxanNerI/AAAAAAAAAus/ctl9JS-q02c/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRlAxanNerI/AAAAAAAAAus/ctl9JS-q02c/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1658385158"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1658385159"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1XggLD9_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/vjSIvtHkPCw/s1600/IMG_3135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1XggLD9_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/vjSIvtHkPCw/s400/IMG_3135.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1XojBs_SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/r00VqqUKnOc/s1600/IMG_3154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1XojBs_SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/r00VqqUKnOc/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1X-9jw6hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FuKbW9AGPkg/s1600/IMG_3148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1X-9jw6hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FuKbW9AGPkg/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The children all loved the gifts and the adults loved the feeling one gets when surrounded by those you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1Z_qFlGyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Uf0TeJRo8Q4/s400/IMG_3185.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1aScFvTKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/qsDLdLiG_jY/s1600/IMG_3208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1aScFvTKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/qsDLdLiG_jY/s400/IMG_3208.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are a silly lot, with an penchant, it would seem, for flipping our children on their heads!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ZcgyZAUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vwE99GHlKQw/s1600/IMG_3161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ZcgyZAUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vwE99GHlKQw/s400/IMG_3161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ZutskKCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/s2p0SjwXjWA/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ZutskKCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/s2p0SjwXjWA/s400/IMG_3181.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ZifKZaSI/AAAAAAAAAvo/sYTqcDv7sKU/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ZifKZaSI/AAAAAAAAAvo/sYTqcDv7sKU/s400/IMG_3141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even the barking marshmallow made a break though the gate and joined us.&amp;nbsp; Poor Lindsey wasn't so lucky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1a0ptMJmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FsQP08XX_Ds/s1600/IMG_3206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1a0ptMJmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FsQP08XX_Ds/s400/IMG_3206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1asigNiRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/XtBTxHjZzF8/s1600/IMG_3157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1asigNiRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/XtBTxHjZzF8/s400/IMG_3157.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As is often the case, Bricen ran out of steam and layed on the floor quietly playing with one of his toys.&amp;nbsp; But, he enjoyed the time with family and friends; we all did!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ao1s-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAwM/crjFXUCjmo0/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TR1ao1s-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAwM/crjFXUCjmo0/s400/IMG_3204.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-6672092094130887445?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6672092094130887445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/belated-christmas-festivities-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6672092094130887445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6672092094130887445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/belated-christmas-festivities-not.html' title='Belated Christmas Festivities (not the festivities, the post)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRk-XJw3WeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2YA6PFUU7IY/s72-c/IMG_3131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2170702352641864025</id><published>2010-12-22T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:05:10.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping - a true adventure</title><content type='html'>Bricen loves to shop; one of his first word combinations was&amp;nbsp; "go shopping".&amp;nbsp; So, this Christmas season, he's in his element.&amp;nbsp; Since he's a rowdy, independent four year old, he enjoys the shopping ventures a little more then I, but I try to look at each trip as, hmmmmm...an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Monday's shopping trip lived up to "Bricen's Way" of shopping.&amp;nbsp; I'd recently learned of a large discount store, so true to my cheapskate nature, I made a beeline to check it out.&amp;nbsp; The store buys returns, open box items and discontinued items from different retail chains, so the inventory constantly changes.&amp;nbsp; The items are arranged in rag tag fashion with haphazardly taped dirty boxes . Their dismal, cluttered arrangement, combined with poor lighting, gives one the impression of a dungeon.&amp;nbsp; I was turning around to leave (run away), when there, high on a shelve, were a pair of small red plastic chairs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'd been in the market for a pair since purchasing new patio furniture last fall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wanted a cheap set that Bricen and Kaelin could sit in, move around and general abuse without me having to&amp;nbsp;worry about them tearing up expensive furntiture.&amp;nbsp; At only $3.99 a piece, this set filled the ticket!!!&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;few minutes later, we&amp;nbsp;emerged from the dungeon of&amp;nbsp;misfit junk, with our loot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight for Bricen.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to load them in the car&amp;nbsp;"by myself" and&amp;nbsp;5 minutes later,&amp;nbsp;he had proudly&amp;nbsp;placed them beside his car seat.&amp;nbsp; He then climbed&amp;nbsp;on the stack of two chairs, saying "Bricen ride on new chairs".&amp;nbsp; I informed him he couldn't ride on&amp;nbsp;the chairs, he had to ride in his car seat.&amp;nbsp; He said "no, Bricen ride in car&amp;nbsp;CHAIRS".&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRIqn-IRuJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xtpxnwGy8h8/s1600/IMG_3199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRIqn-IRuJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xtpxnwGy8h8/s400/IMG_3199.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen is all about seat belts.&amp;nbsp; He rides a bus to school and it's policy the bus doesn't move until all children are buckled up.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, once he discovered his seating choice offered no seat belts, he descended from his make shift throne to his car seat and the chairs were moved to the trunk. The excursion proved to be a tiring event;&amp;nbsp;after donning a pair of my gloves, he quickly fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRIr_DYQavI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mFOtxgB_BWQ/s1600/IMG_3198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRIr_DYQavI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mFOtxgB_BWQ/s400/IMG_3198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure he was dreaming of our next shopping trip and how to ensure he'd turn it into an adventure!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2170702352641864025?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2170702352641864025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/shopping-true-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2170702352641864025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2170702352641864025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/shopping-true-adventure.html' title='Shopping - a true adventure'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TRIqn-IRuJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xtpxnwGy8h8/s72-c/IMG_3199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4693528029195275110</id><published>2010-12-15T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:22:00.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these things is not like the other....</title><content type='html'>One of these things just doesn't belong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQlMybL7CBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UMtGdoSyFkQ/s1600/IMG_3194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQlMybL7CBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UMtGdoSyFkQ/s400/IMG_3194.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took this picture before I ran Ms. Betty away from her new found friends.﻿&amp;nbsp; It has nothing to do with Bricen, but I thought it was cute (not that a cat on my kitchen table is THAT cute).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4693528029195275110?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4693528029195275110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4693528029195275110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4693528029195275110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html' title='One of these things is not like the other....'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQlMybL7CBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UMtGdoSyFkQ/s72-c/IMG_3194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2378580288617214809</id><published>2010-12-09T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:30:14.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Trip - One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>To get all my thoughts in line, I'm going to break this down in sections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our visit to Dr. Koenig in July, she wanted an EMG to rule out Muscle Eye Brain Disease.&amp;nbsp; To keep from a possible fight with insurance, the decision was made to have the EMG at Vanderbilt.&amp;nbsp; We requested Bricen be sedated for his EMG, but were told&amp;nbsp;Vanderbilt never sedates, even if the child is special needs.&amp;nbsp; So, we proceeded with&amp;nbsp;a non-sedated&amp;nbsp;EMG.&amp;nbsp; During the procedure, Bricen had to be restrained, but it's hard to hold a bucking four year old still.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Several times, the technician and doctor commented that they couldn't get readings due to his movement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We asked if the tests would still be valid and the reply was "yes".&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The neuromuscular doctor&amp;nbsp;came in&amp;nbsp;immediately following the EMG, saying the test was normal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;written report sent to&amp;nbsp;Bricen's ped, also&amp;nbsp;noted a normal EMG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;However, written in the fine print, was a note "no nerve activity was noted&amp;nbsp;on the calf".&amp;nbsp; This was quickly&amp;nbsp;picked up by Dr. Koenig.&amp;nbsp; How was it normal???&amp;nbsp; If the lack of nerve activity was caused by Bricen's movement, the report should have noted it.&amp;nbsp;Vandy's first mistake was not sedating Bricen; the second was in the written report.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dr. K threw out&amp;nbsp;Vandy's EMG, so a second EMG is to be scheduled, in Houston, where he will be sedated.&amp;nbsp; The date will be in approximately three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mito clinic is associated with the University of Texas; therefore, it's a teaching clinic.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Koenig entered the room with the customary gaggle of residents and interns. &amp;nbsp;After Bricen showed off his mad skills at walking, running and laying on the floor, we got down to the serious stuff.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Koenig starting the meeting with the EMG results (above) and said based on the findings she couldn't rule out Muscle Eye Brain Disease.&amp;nbsp; So, she's doing a DNA test to rule it out and if the test is positive, we won't have to do a repeat EMG.&amp;nbsp; If the test is negative, the EMG is on.&lt;br /&gt;She went on to say, based on his labs, muscle biopsy and clinical presentation, she could diagnose him with primary Mitochondrial Disease by the Walker Criteria.&amp;nbsp; However, she never takes that step unless all stones have been turned in looking for other primary causes.&amp;nbsp; Bricen has a mitochondrial dysfunction; it's now a matter of whether it's primary or secondary to an unknown factor.&amp;nbsp;We return in three months. At that visit the results of the&amp;nbsp;upcoming DNA and EMG will determine if she will diagnose him with&amp;nbsp; primary Mitochondrial Disease or continue to search for a primary cause and list his as secondary mitochondrial.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bundle of nerves and raw emotion.&amp;nbsp; This journey for a DX has been so long and rough....to think we may be close to the end....even if it ends in a place we never wanted to be, it will be over.&amp;nbsp; I thank God we found Dr. Koenig and that she'll help us as we move to the next part of Bricen's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen was born to travel.&amp;nbsp; I meant it, he's&amp;nbsp;a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know where I'm going...to Houston!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGSC1evWDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/w6bwccqSFBw/s1600/IMG_3140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGSC1evWDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/w6bwccqSFBw/s400/IMG_3140.JPG" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you walk a little faster????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGSKRLYsBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wXsatJZBNNE/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGSKRLYsBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wXsatJZBNNE/s400/IMG_3141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bricen has NEVER cried on a plane (except when his ears hurt during landing).&amp;nbsp; Our fellow passengers always comment on how well he does (much to their relief as they watch a small child sit down next to them)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGTj1fQKqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/WXXxcL4grYs/s1600/IMG_3152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGTj1fQKqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/WXXxcL4grYs/s400/IMG_3152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loved the Christmas display at the hospital...it almost made up for the fact he had to give blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGUf85tHCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hGwL9B8_gZA/s1600/IMG_3153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGUf85tHCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hGwL9B8_gZA/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the medical stuff, we breezed over to the park, where Bricen enjoyed a "big boy" swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGVGFejD2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/gJNIAY4jSkY/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGVGFejD2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/gJNIAY4jSkY/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added bonus, the first Tuesday of every month, admittance into the Houston zoo is free!!!&amp;nbsp; After enjoying the park we walked over and enjoyed the zoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowers in December!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGV9jOlZhI/AAAAAAAAAto/9VuzwycAOOs/s1600/IMG_3165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGV9jOlZhI/AAAAAAAAAto/9VuzwycAOOs/s400/IMG_3165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa, that thing is big!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWIWwKXcI/AAAAAAAAAts/0Sds0SzK1Vg/s1600/IMG_3166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWIWwKXcI/AAAAAAAAAts/0Sds0SzK1Vg/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm, why is a&amp;nbsp;dog at the zoo???﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWVMOufbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qIWfqM0DRBY/s1600/IMG_3170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWVMOufbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qIWfqM0DRBY/s400/IMG_3170.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, the dogs in Houston have hineys too&amp;nbsp;(I'm not kidding, Bricen actually said "dog has hiney"﻿!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWdThLeuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/33JbmOdRiII/s1600/IMG_3175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWdThLeuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/33JbmOdRiII/s400/IMG_3175.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brushing the dog (he would never believe they were goats). He kept saying "dogs not barking"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWlv0i5dI/AAAAAAAAAt4/n7WEh-6mDJ4/s1600/IMG_3179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWlv0i5dI/AAAAAAAAAt4/n7WEh-6mDJ4/s400/IMG_3179.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checking out the giraffes...he knew they weren't dogs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWwYlhKrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8MuHU1G--uE/s1600/IMG_3184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGWwYlhKrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8MuHU1G--uE/s400/IMG_3184.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the sun dropped, so did&amp;nbsp;the temperature.&amp;nbsp; Bricen loves his Special Tomato&amp;nbsp;(aka "big boy")&amp;nbsp;stroller!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGXCotUmnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/O9FXHjHhosM/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGXCotUmnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/O9FXHjHhosM/s400/IMG_3189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tired little boy after a full day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGX0JM21II/AAAAAAAAAuI/JUkVL4_M13M/s1600/IMG_3190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGX0JM21II/AAAAAAAAAuI/JUkVL4_M13M/s400/IMG_3190.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see Bricen laughing, playing and enjoying every minute made the news given by Dr. Koenig easier.&amp;nbsp; He laughed before the visit, during the visit and after the visit.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me again how this blog got it's name.&amp;nbsp; He truly does live life Bricen's Way.&amp;nbsp;He's kind and&amp;nbsp;loving, with a zest for life, and all it has to offer.&amp;nbsp;Often times, I think this world would be a better place, if we all, to some degree,&amp;nbsp;lived Bricen's Way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-2378580288617214809?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2378580288617214809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/houston-trip-one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2378580288617214809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2378580288617214809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/houston-trip-one-step-closer.html' title='Houston Trip - One Step Closer'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TQGSC1evWDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/w6bwccqSFBw/s72-c/IMG_3140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8702387733095442665</id><published>2010-12-04T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:44:39.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh...</title><content type='html'>HEY!!!!&amp;nbsp; That's what Bricen and I did today!!!!&amp;nbsp; Okay, the horse was on a paved road instead of snow, the sleigh was really a wagon made to look like a sleigh and it was 50+ degrees, but let's not get bogged down in details.&amp;nbsp; To a four year old boy and his Gramme, it held all the magic of the "real" thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TPsIXfzZ8WI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sFocyCzOT_I/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TPsIXfzZ8WI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sFocyCzOT_I/s400/IMG_3134.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the ride, Bricen told "Ranger", thank you.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TPsJyhnWU4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0E1rTt9QadE/s1600/IMG_3137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TPsJyhnWU4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0E1rTt9QadE/s400/IMG_3137.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great day, great memories!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-8702387733095442665?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8702387733095442665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-one-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8702387733095442665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8702387733095442665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-one-horse.html' title='Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh...'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TPsIXfzZ8WI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sFocyCzOT_I/s72-c/IMG_3134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8153196915137377519</id><published>2010-11-25T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:45:09.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dad is inpatient, so we grabbed a quick bite at Cracker Barrel.&amp;nbsp; Bricen loves Cracker Barrel; it's his favorite place to eat.&amp;nbsp; In addition to good ole country cooking, it boasts a large selection of quirky toys.&amp;nbsp; Bricen always chooses a couple to bring to the table to while away the time as we wait for the food to arrive.&amp;nbsp; And since his eating consist of only about 10 bites of food, it's a plus for us as well!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9DYVth3MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/eVj7i2mTe-k/s1600/IMG_3096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9DYVth3MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/eVj7i2mTe-k/s400/IMG_3096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy joins in the fun and games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9EUxpm-5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/JXs4BsMekPg/s1600/IMG_3100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9EUxpm-5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/JXs4BsMekPg/s400/IMG_3100.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9E8xuHstI/AAAAAAAAAs4/uw1OiFVDYn4/s1600/IMG_3102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9E8xuHstI/AAAAAAAAAs4/uw1OiFVDYn4/s400/IMG_3102.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max Smart used a shoe as a phone, but Bricen's is hidden in his bread plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9GfCgzU5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/9QzeIziYFgU/s1600/IMG_3107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9GfCgzU5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/9QzeIziYFgU/s400/IMG_3107.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here dad, it's for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9G4MA1HWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NTeALDN57r0/s1600/IMG_3108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9G4MA1HWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NTeALDN57r0/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the feasting, the ever social Bricen found a friend and started a band!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9ICDuFF7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/lLGL4tCTh28/s1600/IMG_3126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9ICDuFF7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/lLGL4tCTh28/s400/IMG_3126.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9IMIc6sHI/AAAAAAAAAtI/0nmpwufVEC4/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9IMIc6sHI/AAAAAAAAAtI/0nmpwufVEC4/s400/IMG_3130.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have too many blessings to list; I&amp;nbsp;hope you have as many. &amp;nbsp;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8153196915137377519?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8153196915137377519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8153196915137377519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8153196915137377519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TO9DYVth3MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/eVj7i2mTe-k/s72-c/IMG_3096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-922413310969069220</id><published>2010-11-18T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:22:38.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Blog</title><content type='html'>Nothing much is going on, but at this time of year, that's a good thing!!!!&amp;nbsp; Winter can be hard on Bricen, but so far, he's doing great.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, he's loving the cooler temps.&amp;nbsp; Because of his heat intolerance, he now able to play for longer periods outside.&amp;nbsp; We're also noticing he doesn't seem to get as cold as "normal".&amp;nbsp; We'll wear a jacket to take him outside, but he'll refuse&amp;nbsp;his jacket.&amp;nbsp; After discussing it, we all decided to let him determine if he needed a jacket.&amp;nbsp; He's old enough and aware of his body enough to know if he's cold.&amp;nbsp; So, unless we feel it's really too cold, or he's just saying "no" because he likes saying "no", he's on his own in the outer wear garments!!&lt;br /&gt;We're gearing up for Dr. Koeing appointment the first week of December.....ensuring Vandy's forwarded all the tests she ordered on his last appointment.&amp;nbsp; The normal EMG ruled out one of the alternative DX, so I'm anxious to see what path we go down next.&lt;br /&gt;See, just random boring stuff....but sometimes boring is best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Although, he's not 100%, he's walking instead of crawling, which is a huge relief.&amp;nbsp; He's always returned to walking in the past, but we can't really relax until we see him up and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing our fear today of&amp;nbsp; how a "real" illness might affect him.&amp;nbsp; He may come though with flying colors or he may really struggle.&amp;nbsp; It's a blessing he's never unwell, but at some point, odds are, he's going to get sick with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be one of the topics for discussion next month with Dr. K.&amp;nbsp; It gives us a sense of peace knowing she's in our corner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8043107699487266598?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8043107699487266598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8043107699487266598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8043107699487266598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-feeling-better.html' title='He&apos;s feeling better!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-9008418092529958961</id><published>2010-11-04T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:42:00.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucks, he caught the "crud"</title><content type='html'>His nose has been runny the past two days.&amp;nbsp; No fever, but he's not feeling well.&amp;nbsp; Today he had a "mini" crash.....he's crawling as often as he walks.&amp;nbsp; It's heart breaking knowing something as little as a cold, without a fever, can have such a negative impact on him.&amp;nbsp; There's no point taking him to the doctor; without a fever they won't do anything.&amp;nbsp; We can't wait to see Dr. K next month and make sure the best action is no action.&amp;nbsp; At times like this, it's scary not having a&amp;nbsp;firm diagnose.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A runny nose shouldn't cause a four year old to be too weak to walk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to tell yourself,&amp;nbsp;when he's doing&amp;nbsp;good, maybe&amp;nbsp;"it" (whatever "it" may be) isn't too bad.&amp;nbsp; Then, boom, he's so low energy&amp;nbsp;there's no way to avoid the fact "it" isn't going anywhere and we need to find&amp;nbsp;"it" so we can make sure he gets the best care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I ordered a special needs&amp;nbsp;push chair.&amp;nbsp; For those of you not familiar, it's similar to an over sized stroller, but with&amp;nbsp;special need options (insurance will pay for Derek's, but I wanted one for my house).&amp;nbsp; I was second guessing myself, but after today, there's no doubt I made the right choice.&amp;nbsp; I knew I had, but it's hard.&amp;nbsp; Ordering&amp;nbsp;the push chair, which should last him until he's 9 or 10, just brings home the fact his condition is long term.&amp;nbsp; We knew that, but this is the first piece of solely special needs equipment we've had to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-9008418092529958961?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/9008418092529958961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/11/shucks-he-caught-crud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/9008418092529958961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/9008418092529958961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/11/shucks-he-caught-crud.html' title='Shucks, he caught the &quot;crud&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2732882915564255193</id><published>2010-10-26T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:03:46.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMG and NCS over!!!!</title><content type='html'>Bricen screamed throughout both tests.&amp;nbsp; It didn't matter if they were placing painless "stickers" or probes directly into his muscle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NCS portion (testing his nerves) was suppose to be relatively painless.&amp;nbsp; You couldn't tell by Bricen's screams, but the technician assured us it was no worse than&amp;nbsp;a shock you receive walking across carpet, then touching a door knob.&amp;nbsp; Four readings were taken - two were normal, two were "technical error".&amp;nbsp; The error was caused by Bricen's movement.&amp;nbsp; One must be absolutely still for a good reading, and although we were holding Bricen tight, the readings were skewed.&amp;nbsp; But, the two reading were enough for the test to be considered normal, so we moved to the EMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NCS was performed by a technician; however, Dr. Burnett conducted the EMG.&amp;nbsp; He was great!!!&amp;nbsp; He told us before he started he expected the test to be normal.&amp;nbsp; His educated guess proved right as the first probe was normal.&amp;nbsp; He wanted one more probe to validate the test, so five minutes later, with a second normal reading, the testing was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Burnett talked to us a few minutes after the test as Bricen tried to calm down in my lap.&amp;nbsp; As Dr. B was leaving, he told Bricen bye.&amp;nbsp; Still trying to catch his breath from crying Bricen responded "bye (sob) I (sob) love (sob) you (sob).&amp;nbsp; Dr. B and his male assistance both smiled and melted just a bit before walking out the door.&amp;nbsp; Bricen tends to have that effect on people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to wait until our December appointment with Dr. Koenig to get her input on the normal EMG.&amp;nbsp; In most cases a normal test is news to celebrate; however, in Bricen's case, a normal EMG&amp;nbsp;just might bring&amp;nbsp;him one step closer to a mito diagnosis because it takes a number of alternative diagnosis off the table.&amp;nbsp; Guess we'll have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotional day for all involved, but I'm SO glad to have it behind us.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for your positive thoughts and prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2732882915564255193?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2732882915564255193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/emg-and-ncs-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2732882915564255193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2732882915564255193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/emg-and-ncs-over.html' title='EMG and NCS over!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1546971164378075596</id><published>2010-10-25T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:28:00.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His EMG is tomorrow</title><content type='html'>and I'm filled with dread.&amp;nbsp; He won't be sedated for the test, and while some parents have said they children made it though "okay", others have used words such as "torture" and "traumatic".&amp;nbsp; Bricen screamed and had to be physically restrained while the EEG probes were placed a few months ago&amp;nbsp;- and this was an entirely painless procedure.&amp;nbsp; So, having a needle inserted numerous times into his muscles isn't going to be to an easy thing to watch.&amp;nbsp; Is the test needed....absolutely.&amp;nbsp; But, that doesn't lessen my fears for my little buddy.&amp;nbsp; Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I'll update in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TMX2HyTD5kI/AAAAAAAAAso/eotSiXBf66g/s1600/IMG_2977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TMX2HyTD5kI/AAAAAAAAAso/eotSiXBf66g/s400/IMG_2977.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1546971164378075596?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1546971164378075596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/his-emg-is-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1546971164378075596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1546971164378075596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/his-emg-is-tomorrow.html' title='His EMG is tomorrow'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TMX2HyTD5kI/AAAAAAAAAso/eotSiXBf66g/s72-c/IMG_2977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7628173984360447717</id><published>2010-10-21T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:05:00.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpking Patch - part 2</title><content type='html'>The farm hosting the pumpkin patch, also had a tunnel, built with t-post, chicken wire and corn stalks.&amp;nbsp; It was low to the ground and about 18' long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4I2Bc2weI/AAAAAAAAArw/bPIeXA3_f48/s1600/IMG_2821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4I2Bc2weI/AAAAAAAAArw/bPIeXA3_f48/s400/IMG_2821.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen wasn't sure if he wanted to go inside.&amp;nbsp; He kept saying "Gramme go in tunnel", but let me tell you, this WASN'T Gramme sized!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4JelHS-XI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5AGHmDj4h40/s1600/IMG_2808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4JelHS-XI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5AGHmDj4h40/s400/IMG_2808.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4JnadJLmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/zHtX16h0p_M/s1600/IMG_2809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4JnadJLmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/zHtX16h0p_M/s400/IMG_2809.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He finally worked up his courage and, with me encouraging him from the other end, he crawled though.&amp;nbsp; He thought it was great fun, and spent the next ten minutes crawling back and forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4Kku7f6XI/AAAAAAAAAr8/AkF90NU6On4/s1600/IMG_2814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4Kku7f6XI/AAAAAAAAAr8/AkF90NU6On4/s400/IMG_2814.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4Kvv10iaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/f6jlyPW65vw/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4Kvv10iaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/f6jlyPW65vw/s400/IMG_2816.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got bored crawling (or maybe his little knees were hurting), so he decided to walk.&amp;nbsp; He was too tall, so I told him "No, you'll hurt you head".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Never one to listen to the word "no", he&amp;nbsp;bent down and slowly walked his way to the other end.&amp;nbsp; I guess he was trying to stream line himself because he kept his arms behind him!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4P22qlUTI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5FbeLMKveLA/s400/IMG_2838.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4PmIvxD9I/AAAAAAAAAsM/LvsuaMyp1Is/s1600/IMG_2822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4PmIvxD9I/AAAAAAAAAsM/LvsuaMyp1Is/s400/IMG_2822.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4Q1xR1F_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/w14EIAkbnOw/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4Q1xR1F_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/w14EIAkbnOw/s400/IMG_2824.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4QB6k_9YI/AAAAAAAAAsU/v03dasYikUI/s1600/IMG_2825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4QB6k_9YI/AAAAAAAAAsU/v03dasYikUI/s400/IMG_2825.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years ago we never knew if a day like this was possible....crawling, walking, talking,&amp;nbsp;seeing&amp;nbsp;his way around his enviroment,&amp;nbsp;problem solving.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for all of&amp;nbsp;Bricen's accomplishments - God's blessings are plentiful!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7628173984360447717?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7628173984360447717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpking-patch-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7628173984360447717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7628173984360447717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpking-patch-part-2.html' title='Pumpking Patch - part 2'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL4I2Bc2weI/AAAAAAAAArw/bPIeXA3_f48/s72-c/IMG_2821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4794172066037558961</id><published>2010-10-19T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:54:24.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins, Donkeys and more...</title><content type='html'>Me:&amp;nbsp; Where we going to go???&lt;br /&gt;Bricen:&amp;nbsp; The pumpkin patch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; What are we going to get????&lt;br /&gt;Bricen:&amp;nbsp; A PUMPKIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught Bricen this little "song"&amp;nbsp;(hey, I may live in Nashville, but that doesn't mean I'm a song writer) Saturday morning as we got ready to head to the pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; At almost 80 degrees, it was hardly fall weather, but Bricen was excited!!!&amp;nbsp; The pumpkin patch is actually a farm set up with different children activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3vKGfrkAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rgmanaKargc/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3vKGfrkAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rgmanaKargc/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2788.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wasn't too sure about the donkeys, we never could get him to touch one.&amp;nbsp; However, Ms. Judy was brave!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3vvFe-ANI/AAAAAAAAArA/LA8XPIIuePQ/s1600/IMG_2781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3vvFe-ANI/AAAAAAAAArA/LA8XPIIuePQ/s400/IMG_2781.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3v6CHdkUI/AAAAAAAAArE/CJsOV2QCI3o/s1600/IMG_2779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3v6CHdkUI/AAAAAAAAArE/CJsOV2QCI3o/s400/IMG_2779.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3wCKbNKeI/AAAAAAAAArI/NCOdMtZsq7s/s1600/IMG_2783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3wCKbNKeI/AAAAAAAAArI/NCOdMtZsq7s/s400/IMG_2783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next was a truck piled high with sweet potatoes.&amp;nbsp; Within 5 minutes, an adventurous&amp;nbsp;Bricen was asking me to put him in the truck with the sweet potatoes!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3wzi1PbdI/AAAAAAAAArM/nGyFIhhdm-w/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3wzi1PbdI/AAAAAAAAArM/nGyFIhhdm-w/s400/IMG_2790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3w9Sl9vbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/1Khgq598GwU/s1600/IMG_2797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3w9Sl9vbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/1Khgq598GwU/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3xKErtweI/AAAAAAAAArU/-Dw3IoKnZVY/s1600/IMG_2799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3xKErtweI/AAAAAAAAArU/-Dw3IoKnZVY/s400/IMG_2799.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a "kiddy" sized silo complete with corn. Bricen made a couple of friends and loved every minute.&amp;nbsp; That night, when I took off&amp;nbsp;his pants, they&amp;nbsp;were full of kennels!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3yWhJS1wI/AAAAAAAAArY/3c5sZPF4LuE/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3yWhJS1wI/AAAAAAAAArY/3c5sZPF4LuE/s400/IMG_2853.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3yjijyyUI/AAAAAAAAArc/4t1SBhebE1U/s1600/IMG_2847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3yjijyyUI/AAAAAAAAArc/4t1SBhebE1U/s400/IMG_2847.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3yu5GxtlI/AAAAAAAAArg/6S_2_xKuzp0/s1600/IMG_2856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3yu5GxtlI/AAAAAAAAArg/6S_2_xKuzp0/s400/IMG_2856.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the corn, it was time for a hay ride to the pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; We'd been at the farm for about an hour and Bricen was totally exhausted.&amp;nbsp; When I told him we were going to get a pumpkin, he said "no, go get in Gramme's car".&amp;nbsp; I knew Daddy was excited about carving&amp;nbsp;a pumpkin with Bricen, so we climbed on the hay bale and away we went.&amp;nbsp; His displeasure shows in the last picture with his three pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; At this point, he was chanting, "go get Ms. Judy and go to Gramme's house".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL30YPwLbiI/AAAAAAAAArk/5Kztqe5DIZk/s1600/IMG_2865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL30YPwLbiI/AAAAAAAAArk/5Kztqe5DIZk/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL30keUglLI/AAAAAAAAAro/G6l-KTtQL80/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="335" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL30keUglLI/AAAAAAAAAro/G6l-KTtQL80/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2866.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL30xeaG-4I/AAAAAAAAArs/INDk87IEb3M/s1600/IMG_2868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL30xeaG-4I/AAAAAAAAArs/INDk87IEb3M/s400/IMG_2868.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say, we left after the hayride.&amp;nbsp; Bricen was beyond tired, but I know he loved the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp; I have pictures of Bricen crawling though a corn stalk tunnel, but I'll save them until the next post.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4794172066037558961?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4794172066037558961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins-donkeys-and-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4794172066037558961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4794172066037558961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins-donkeys-and-more.html' title='Pumpkins, Donkeys and more...'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TL3vKGfrkAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rgmanaKargc/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_2788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8270315766520311261</id><published>2010-10-15T08:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:23:00.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note from Daddy</title><content type='html'>At Bricen's birthday party, I happened to walk into Bricen's room as Derek&amp;nbsp;was writing on Bricen's easel.&amp;nbsp; As he wrote, he said the letters out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLet0SrT5kI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2XdKHWoM3Tc/s1600/IMG_2784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLet0SrT5kI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2XdKHWoM3Tc/s400/IMG_2784.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bricen got a piece of chalk, saying "Bricen's turn".&amp;nbsp; Derek helped him write on the board.&amp;nbsp; Bricen, in an effort to copy his daddy, said random letters as he scribbled on the easel.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLfd3smGwHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/nA5VBEAhG9U/s1600/IMG_2785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLfd3smGwHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/nA5VBEAhG9U/s400/IMG_2785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love watching my son with his son!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8270315766520311261?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8270315766520311261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-from-daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8270315766520311261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8270315766520311261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-from-daddy.html' title='A Note from Daddy'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLet0SrT5kI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2XdKHWoM3Tc/s72-c/IMG_2784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4397536749314207461</id><published>2010-10-11T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:22:33.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Princess Kaelin and Spidey Bricen celebrated a join birthday party yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Bricen turned four and Kaelin turned three!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNQOOt5VlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymXD1Hr2-D0/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNQOOt5VlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymXD1Hr2-D0/s400/IMG_2766.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbSqkfQnI/AAAAAAAAApI/iaR2ULIAnfg/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbSqkfQnI/AAAAAAAAApI/iaR2ULIAnfg/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNa73Uln4I/AAAAAAAAAos/ObGer_xsTBI/s1600/IMG_2771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNa73Uln4I/AAAAAAAAAos/ObGer_xsTBI/s400/IMG_2771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun was had by all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNa_aIWCWI/AAAAAAAAAow/60NafEttqaw/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNa_aIWCWI/AAAAAAAAAow/60NafEttqaw/s400/IMG_2775.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbD75AhgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/rz6fM3yliZE/s1600/IMG_2778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNnweY7GYI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I_gVQtRJZdo/s1600/IMG_2783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNnweY7GYI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I_gVQtRJZdo/s400/IMG_2783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbdQecYrI/AAAAAAAAApU/mjOqKs03RDw/s1600/IMG_2802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbdQecYrI/AAAAAAAAApU/mjOqKs03RDw/s400/IMG_2802.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbni-LyRI/AAAAAAAAApg/pj-DmvVJ5xQ/s1600/IMG_2805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbni-LyRI/AAAAAAAAApg/pj-DmvVJ5xQ/s320/IMG_2805.JPG" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Preston, my friend's grandson, was such&amp;nbsp;a great helper with the smaller children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNblmsxliI/AAAAAAAAApc/xFnricZ5nCY/s1600/IMG_2804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNblmsxliI/AAAAAAAAApc/xFnricZ5nCY/s400/IMG_2804.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcWXQ22tI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Yfms3noDfu8/s1600/IMG_2845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcWXQ22tI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Yfms3noDfu8/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen helped his daddy, then helped Addison open the fridge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Neither one is suppose to be in the fridge, but it's a party, so anything goes, right????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcozzaYsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Ei1IVtZmE3o/s1600/IMG_2858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcozzaYsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Ei1IVtZmE3o/s400/IMG_2858.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcHGEnzeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LzvbFgPNtBY/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcHGEnzeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LzvbFgPNtBY/s400/IMG_2826.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time, Bricen was able to blow out his birthday candle!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Many hands were clapping (I hope Princess Kaelin didn't feel left out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNb7ceqWXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_1H5qpf3or8/s1600/IMG_2817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNb7ceqWXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_1H5qpf3or8/s400/IMG_2817.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNb3KEq5uI/AAAAAAAAApw/oZnuN77-R3o/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="347" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNb3KEq5uI/AAAAAAAAApw/oZnuN77-R3o/s400/IMG_2816.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbwThLtPI/AAAAAAAAApo/rEofQcNbhaI/s1600/IMG_2812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbwThLtPI/AAAAAAAAApo/rEofQcNbhaI/s400/IMG_2812.JPG" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbzpzPtzI/AAAAAAAAAps/qC7qTuRb_Ug/s1600/IMG_2814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="377" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbzpzPtzI/AAAAAAAAAps/qC7qTuRb_Ug/s400/IMG_2814.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bricen doesn't like sweets, but he was bribed by Daddy to take a bite.&amp;nbsp; He had black lips to prove it (from the black "spiderman" web on the frosting)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcEHc4TFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZkN0XszV0Zc/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcEHc4TFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZkN0XszV0Zc/s400/IMG_2824.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcAYuJbEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AZwD4ENFKaY/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="343" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcAYuJbEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AZwD4ENFKaY/s400/IMG_2823.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaelin loved opening all her presents, but Bricen had no interest after the second gift, a tractor flashlight. Not to be left out, Addy got her own "gift" of balls from Bricen's room.&amp;nbsp; All the children enjoyed playing together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcSu8034I/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZikV5jRUTxo/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcSu8034I/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZikV5jRUTxo/s400/IMG_2842.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNch7GeOSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/OAAShMqYsHw/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNch7GeOSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/OAAShMqYsHw/s400/IMG_2853.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcNSRm8RI/AAAAAAAAAqI/XM7SL3zXdkM/s1600/IMG_2841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcNSRm8RI/AAAAAAAAAqI/XM7SL3zXdkM/s400/IMG_2841.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcuralXDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sbHQdojzTVQ/s1600/IMG_2865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcuralXDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sbHQdojzTVQ/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of me modeling Bricen's spiderman toboggan.&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't&amp;nbsp;do it, so&amp;nbsp;the job was left to me (is there any wonder he's such a silly little boy???)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcJQcIVGI/AAAAAAAAAqE/DKvqI_AA544/s1600/IMG_2839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNcJQcIVGI/AAAAAAAAAqE/DKvqI_AA544/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always the photographer, so here's a rare picture of Bricen and I together﻿.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbgwth7mI/AAAAAAAAApY/DnzAIsJcOaM/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNbgwth7mI/AAAAAAAAApY/DnzAIsJcOaM/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank God everyday for the gift we received when Bricen was born four years ago.&amp;nbsp; Love you!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4397536749314207461?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4397536749314207461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4397536749314207461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4397536749314207461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TLNQOOt5VlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymXD1Hr2-D0/s72-c/IMG_2766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3326128985311887145</id><published>2010-10-07T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:32:34.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMG Scheduled</title><content type='html'>During our visit with Dr. Koenig, she said an EMG was needed and suggested using a doctor in Houston.&amp;nbsp; After debating the issue, it was decided the fight with the insurance company wasn't worth pursuing Houston.&amp;nbsp; So, his EMG will be done at Vanderbilt.&amp;nbsp; Their experience with Muscular Dystrophy patients make them a suitable alternative.&lt;br /&gt;His EMG is scheduled for October 26th at 9:30.&amp;nbsp; He will not be sedated for the procedure.&amp;nbsp; Houston automatically sedates all children four and younger; however, Vandy insists they can "handle" him.&amp;nbsp; I guess they really mean "man handle", because there's no way Bricen's going to sit still as needles are inserted into his muscles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It makes me SO mad to thing about all the things this precious little boy has had to endure and now the EMG.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know&amp;nbsp;it needs to be done for answers on how best to help him.&amp;nbsp; I just wished the answers didn't come at Bricen's expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-3326128985311887145?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/3326128985311887145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/emg-scheduled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3326128985311887145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3326128985311887145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/emg-scheduled.html' title='EMG Scheduled'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4763447099698588612</id><published>2010-10-05T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:03:09.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you get when you have a crazy Gramme, a pink tutu and a little boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knock, knock who's there??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKLtR_WDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OZ0oLDLWMn8/s1600/IMG_2743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKLtR_WDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OZ0oLDLWMn8/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing Bricerina......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKCjQQloI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zVnc-BKjKOE/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKCjQQloI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zVnc-BKjKOE/s400/IMG_2749.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the moves are hard to master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKBYGqmGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/g-77ATgfgAM/s1600/IMG_2747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKBYGqmGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/g-77ATgfgAM/s400/IMG_2747.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't worry, he hated&amp;nbsp;Kaelin's tutu and couldn't wait to take it off!!!&amp;nbsp; As a mother, I was just as silly - I put Derek in his cousin's dress when he was young.&amp;nbsp; ﻿The things one has to resort to when&amp;nbsp;one doesn't have a girl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4763447099698588612?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4763447099698588612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-get-when-you-have-crazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4763447099698588612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4763447099698588612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-get-when-you-have-crazy.html' title='What do you get when you have a crazy Gramme, a pink tutu and a little boy....'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TKtKLtR_WDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OZ0oLDLWMn8/s72-c/IMG_2743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8932128386980020191</id><published>2010-09-26T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:20:58.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In God's arms...</title><content type='html'>Samuel Knight, who'd just turned four,&amp;nbsp;has lost his battle with mito.&amp;nbsp; Although I'd never physical touched him, he's touched my heart in countless ways.&amp;nbsp; His battle with mito was fierce, as most of his body's systems were affected by Mitochondrial Disease.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd just started home bound preschool and was SO excited.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A few days later, an infection was more than his little&amp;nbsp;body could handle and he entered lovingly into God's embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVG5tpWnOUw/TJ6gOvKJkZI/AAAAAAAAChg/pOPd0vhikH8/s1600/1aXSamuel.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVG5tpWnOUw/TJ6gOvKJkZI/AAAAAAAAChg/pOPd0vhikH8/s400/1aXSamuel.bmp" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Words can't begin to describe how Samuel becoming an angel has affected me.&amp;nbsp; I can't began to imagine the ﻿pain his family, friends and caregivers are suffering.&amp;nbsp; His family is strong in God's plans for Samuel and in that faith, they will find healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To read more about this amazing little boy, click on the link below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missyknight.blogspot.com/"&gt;The life of Samuel Knight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please keep the Knights in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another mito parent, who'd had the honor of meeting Samuel has written a touching tribute, click on the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifewiththeferrells.blogspot.com/"&gt;A fitting tribute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no treatment for mito, there is no cure; there is only hope that one day soon,&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;child has to struggle with this heinous disease and no parent&amp;nbsp;has to suffer the loss of their child.&amp;nbsp; One in&amp;nbsp;five children affected with mito will not live to&amp;nbsp;adulthood.&amp;nbsp;And yet, most people have never heard of&amp;nbsp;Mitochondrial Disease.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully my posts this month have shed a&amp;nbsp;little light and each of&amp;nbsp;you will, in turn, pass the information along.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8932128386980020191?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8932128386980020191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-gods-arms.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8932128386980020191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8932128386980020191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-gods-arms.html' title='In God&apos;s arms...'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVG5tpWnOUw/TJ6gOvKJkZI/AAAAAAAAChg/pOPd0vhikH8/s72-c/1aXSamuel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1040817643691770901</id><published>2010-09-24T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:34:34.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and the Brain</title><content type='html'>Several years ago, mito wasn't even considered as a diagnosis&amp;nbsp;for a child&amp;nbsp;not cognitively impaired or developmental delayed.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;mainstream belief at that time, was that&amp;nbsp;the brain was always, to some degree,&amp;nbsp;affected;&amp;nbsp;therefore if a child showed no signs of brain involvement,&amp;nbsp;mito was not&amp;nbsp;investigated any further.&lt;br /&gt;Today's mito savvy doctors understand the brain is only one of the body systems that can be affected&amp;nbsp;and a child can be an honor student and still have a mitochondrial disease.&lt;br /&gt;Just like no two children's mito disease presents itself the same, the brain can be affected different ways in different people.&amp;nbsp; In some cases, the brain is malformed or parts are under developed.&amp;nbsp; In others, the MRI's are normal; however, the child may be cognitively delayed, have seizures or other issues.&lt;br /&gt;Bricen is cognitively delayed and suffers seizures.&amp;nbsp; His speech is still that of a early 2 year old.&amp;nbsp; He adds new words daily to his vocabulary and often speaks in 6 -7 word sentences to make his needs know, but at this time, he lacks the ability to&amp;nbsp;carry on a conversation.&amp;nbsp;On days where he is struggling energy wise, his mental processing slows down.&amp;nbsp; A question that he answers&amp;nbsp;immediately on a good day, he'll need up to a minute to answer on&amp;nbsp;an "off" day.&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago Bricen had an EEG to confirm what we already knew - he was having absent seizures.&amp;nbsp; His type of seizures can be very brief (think 1 - 3 seconds) or much longer.&amp;nbsp; Based on his EEG, his neuro thinks he was having up wards to 150 seizures&amp;nbsp;a day, many of which were so short they weren't noticeable.&amp;nbsp; His seizures are generalized, meaning they affect&amp;nbsp;his whole brain.&amp;nbsp;Thankfully, his medicine seemes to be working; however, a follow up EEG is scheduled for December 9th to ensure&amp;nbsp;the brief ones are controlled (it's hard to see a seizures that lasts only a few seconds).&lt;br /&gt;So, mito, true to it's sneaky nature, may or may not affect the brain on an&amp;nbsp;individual with mito.&amp;nbsp; Or&amp;nbsp;the brain&amp;nbsp;may not&amp;nbsp;be affected&amp;nbsp;at the start of the disease, but become affected&amp;nbsp;at a later date.&amp;nbsp; With mito, everyday is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1040817643691770901?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1040817643691770901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mito-and-brain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1040817643691770901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1040817643691770901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mito-and-brain.html' title='Mito and the Brain'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1968081991225185640</id><published>2010-09-22T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:51:03.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and the Muscles</title><content type='html'>When you really think about our bodies muscles, it's amazing how much we depend on them.&amp;nbsp; Without them we couldn't walk, talk or move.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't breath, go to the bathroom or have a heart beat.&amp;nbsp; In other words, not only would muscles not working properly effect our quality of life, it could be fatal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It is estimated 65% of all affected with a Mitochondrial Disease have reduced muscle tone&amp;nbsp;and/or muscle weakness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In Bricen's case he suffers from&amp;nbsp;low muscle&amp;nbsp;tone combined with&amp;nbsp;muscle weakness.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;took his first steps&amp;nbsp;the month he turned two; however, he was closer to 30 months before he&amp;nbsp;walked more than he crawled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He turns&amp;nbsp;four next week, but due to his low tone and weak muscles&amp;nbsp;his balance remains terrible and he tires quickly when walking because&amp;nbsp;he has to work much&amp;nbsp;harder than the average child.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He can't jump or climb&amp;nbsp;more than one small step (not more than 3" or 4") by himself without holding on to a handrail or&amp;nbsp;someone's hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He doesn't have the hand strength to hold a crayon and draw a picture.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His eyesight,&amp;nbsp;combined with weak muscles, make it impossible for him to feed himself with a spoon or fork...he only self feeds finger foods.&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of his struggles,&amp;nbsp;we consider ourselves blessed.&amp;nbsp; It could be worse....much worse.&lt;br /&gt;The GI system is one large muscle and many affected with mito struggle to move food though their GI tract.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It isn't unusually for&amp;nbsp;someone affected with mito to use&amp;nbsp;a feeding tube surgically&amp;nbsp;inserted directly into the stomach, or if the stomach isn't working, straight into the intestines.&amp;nbsp; Bricen suffers from reflux, but his GI tract appear to be working normally.&lt;br /&gt;Muscles are needed for the lungs to move air in and out.&amp;nbsp; Some mito children and adults are on oxygen, either a few hours a day, at night or all day and night.&amp;nbsp; Bricen shows no symptoms of breathing difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;The heart is one large muscle and weakens if energy isn't available for it to&amp;nbsp;circulate blood and oxygen thoughout the body.&amp;nbsp; Bricen recently had an EKG and&amp;nbsp;heart ECHO which were normal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;of all the body systems, the muscle group is the one I took&amp;nbsp;for granted the most.&amp;nbsp; I just assumed they would hold me up right as I stand, allow me to breath and keep my heart beating.&amp;nbsp; But I no longer take&amp;nbsp;my muscles for granted and for the life they allow me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Visit&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.umdf.org/"&gt;http://www.umdf.org/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see how you can help those affected with a Mitochondrial Disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1968081991225185640?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1968081991225185640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mito-and-muscles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1968081991225185640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1968081991225185640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mito-and-muscles.html' title='Mito and the Muscles'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6206223224455781894</id><published>2010-09-21T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:04:38.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and Energy (or the lack there of)</title><content type='html'>The root cause of a child or adult affected by Mitochondrial Disease is often unknown.&amp;nbsp; This simply means there is no know cause for the disease.&amp;nbsp; To further muddy the waters, mito can be either primary or secondary to another condition.&amp;nbsp; If it's secondary, then the affects of mito can be controlled IF the primary condition can be treated.&amp;nbsp; There is NO cure or treatment&amp;nbsp;for Mitochondrial Disease, so if mito is primary, the only medical options available is to treat the individual body systems&amp;nbsp;as they are affected.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Three systems HAVE to be affected before mito is even consider as a diagnosis.&amp;nbsp; Any body system can be affected and the systems affected vary by patient.&amp;nbsp; As the body converts food and oxygen to energy, the body automatically feeds the systems vital to survival first.&amp;nbsp; However, these systems may not be able to&amp;nbsp;use this energy&amp;nbsp;effectively if the mitochondrial are damaged or lacking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It makes sense that the most common symptom to all persons affected with mito&amp;nbsp;is fatigue.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While this isn't life threating, it does effect quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;Bricen is no exception.&amp;nbsp; As a baby he had to be awaken&amp;nbsp;for feedings and&amp;nbsp;he slept&amp;nbsp;up wards of 20 hours&amp;nbsp;a day.&amp;nbsp; As he got older,&amp;nbsp;his sleep decreased, but&amp;nbsp;he seemed tired all the time.&amp;nbsp; To this day, he&amp;nbsp;activity level is much less than that of typical&amp;nbsp;three year old.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we purchased&amp;nbsp;a basket ball goal for Bricen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even&amp;nbsp;in its lowest position, Bricen couldn't reach the rim and&amp;nbsp;his inability to jump combined with his poor eyesight meant the toy was a bust.&amp;nbsp; But the purchase wasn't a total loss....Bricen&amp;nbsp;turned the huge box into a obstacle&amp;nbsp;course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjKmtisFTI/AAAAAAAAAnU/M7C5vKWg66Q/s1600/IMG_2299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjKmtisFTI/AAAAAAAAAnU/M7C5vKWg66Q/s400/IMG_2299.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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With in a few minutes he was saying "too tired, rest for a minute".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjLbyMZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAns/udvz8sUsjyM/s1600/IMG_2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjLbyMZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAns/udvz8sUsjyM/s400/IMG_2294.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjNy3hpQkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/GQTuZ3dEgtE/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjNy3hpQkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/GQTuZ3dEgtE/s400/IMG_2290.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His favorite lazy past time is playing with his cars.&amp;nbsp; He'll lay for hours, making up places to go and people to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjUGsr6NbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Uneg0Osywvs/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjUGsr6NbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Uneg0Osywvs/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week is Mito Awareness week....Hope, Energy, Life.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-6206223224455781894?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6206223224455781894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mito-and-energy-or-lack-there-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6206223224455781894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6206223224455781894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mito-and-energy-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Mito and Energy (or the lack there of)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TJjKmtisFTI/AAAAAAAAAnU/M7C5vKWg66Q/s72-c/IMG_2299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6879286356810393051</id><published>2010-09-08T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:58:42.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito and the Eyes</title><content type='html'>For those of you whom haven't had the pleasure to meet Bricen in person, his eyes are crystal blue - like the sky on a crisp fall day. Twinkling and full of life; they’re arguable his best feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIgg85QmjDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hWQZl-0F5yU/s1600/Copy_of_378%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIgg85QmjDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hWQZl-0F5yU/s320/Copy_of_378%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIghH-22m9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/oq6YjZ0NqGs/s1600/HPIM1419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIghH-22m9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/oq6YjZ0NqGs/s320/HPIM1419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIghXvv1MaI/AAAAAAAAAms/yFa2GH4F8So/s1600/IMG_1052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIghXvv1MaI/AAAAAAAAAms/yFa2GH4F8So/s400/IMG_1052.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But for all their beauty, they've been an issue from the start.&amp;nbsp; He presented at birth with nystagmus (dancing eyes), but the doctor assured us it would become less noticeable with age.&amp;nbsp; True to&amp;nbsp;the dr.'s&amp;nbsp;word, as the months pasted, his eyes jumped less.&amp;nbsp; However we all feared something was still "off" with his eyes.&amp;nbsp; Some days he appear to focus fine, but other days, he acted like his vision was limited.&amp;nbsp; We also noticed daylight sometimes bothered him.&amp;nbsp; Once again, it wasn't every time he went into the sunlight, but some days he just couldn't stand the light.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;really became concerned the Easter he was one.&amp;nbsp; He screamed during our family Easter egg hunt...to the point where Derek took him inside after five minutes.&amp;nbsp; Once inside he returned to a happy little guy, but screamed again when Derek tried to take him outside for a second attempt to join the hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIglIPZji4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/rhUd-VGO_9k/s1600/IMG_0491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TIglIPZji4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/rhUd-VGO_9k/s400/IMG_0491.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have since learned Bricen suffers from optic nerve atrophy.&amp;nbsp; The optic nerve atrophy affects his vision in many ways: far sighted, near sighted, inability to distinguish objects in detailed background, color blind, and loss of peripheral vision (side to side; up and down) and no depth perception. The atrophy also causes his eyes to be hypersensitive to light. When he’s having a “bad” day, normal room lighting can hurt his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His vision loss is irreversible and non correctable and has resulted in Bricen being Certified Legally Blind.&amp;nbsp; However, he CAN see, so we usually tell people he's visually impaired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If the root cause is mito, the lack of energy needed for the eyes to function correctly caused the optic nerve to atrophy (shrink) and Bricen's atrophy might continue to the point where his vision is totally lost.&amp;nbsp; All children with mito run a risk of blindness, however, many won't develop any vision problems.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vision loss is&amp;nbsp;just one of the many unknow factors those with mito, or those who love someone with mito, face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently, Bricen receives vision therapy at school to help him learn to use his existing vision to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; 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As I published&amp;nbsp;my last post, my thought was to write posts this month (prior to Awareness Week) portraying Bricen as a "typical" little boy about to turn four.&amp;nbsp; And then, on September 19th, write how he differs from&amp;nbsp;a "normal" little boy.&lt;br /&gt;But, I've changed my mind.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I'm going to tell of his struggles and his accomplishments in each of his posts this month.&lt;br /&gt;A quick overview of Mitochondrial Disease.&amp;nbsp; Mitochondrial supply 95% of the body's energy.&amp;nbsp; When the mitochondrial don't function correctly, all systems of the body can be affected.&amp;nbsp; The affected systems vary from child to child making Mito hard to diagnose.&amp;nbsp; In addition, the degree to which a child (or adult) is affected ranges from mild to life threatening to fatal.&amp;nbsp; Every 30 minutes a child is born that will develop a mitochondrial disease by the age of 10.&lt;br /&gt;Bricen is under the care of Dr. Koenig, a mito specialist in Houston, TX.&amp;nbsp; Bricens' case is shaded in gray....he meets most of the criteria for mito, but Dr. K isn't ready to stop looking&amp;nbsp;for alternate causes for Bricen's issues.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's post showed how far Bricen's come in verbal skills (as Kelly from facebook picked up on!).&amp;nbsp; Due to low&amp;nbsp;oral tone, Bricen didn't have the ability to make his tongue and mouth form words.&amp;nbsp; Sign language was his main form of communication&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;he turned three.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During those years, we weren't sure if he would ever be able to talk and if he did, what level&amp;nbsp;his verbal skills would reach.&amp;nbsp;He'll turn four the 30th of this month, and while his verbal skills aren't strong enough to carry on a conversation, he has over 1000 words and can certainly get his point across!!!&amp;nbsp;There are a number of children with mito that, for various reasons, never become verbal.&lt;br /&gt;So, screaming&amp;nbsp;to touch my bra was, in itself, an accomplishment......embrassing yes, but still a huge&amp;nbsp;blessing!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2604507998727548179?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2604507998727548179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mitochondrial-awareness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2604507998727548179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2604507998727548179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/mitochondrial-awareness.html' title='Mitochondrial Awareness'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4618053099666983879</id><published>2010-09-04T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:50:56.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LET ME TOUCH IT ONE TIME...</title><content type='html'>Bricen and I spent today shopping.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;joined the Labor Day bargain hunters and&amp;nbsp;thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, teaching a soon to be four year old the proper name of&amp;nbsp;articles of clothing&amp;nbsp;can be hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;While shopping in the men's department for Grumpy a couple of new shirts, Bricen spotted&amp;nbsp;a manikin dressed in&amp;nbsp;pants and shirt but no shoes.&amp;nbsp; Bricen LOVES shoes, so the oversight&amp;nbsp;couldn't go without comment.&amp;nbsp; After talking about "no shoes" he tried to look under the pants in the vain hope of finding a pair and almost knocked the manikin over in the process.&amp;nbsp; I picked&amp;nbsp;Bricen up telling him&amp;nbsp;it was a "toy" and toys didn't have to wear shoes.&amp;nbsp; Bricen says "okay, toy wears pants and shirt".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He followed this with "Gramme wears parts and shirt".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Intent on finding&amp;nbsp;the perfect shirt, I absentmindedly said "Yes, I do".&amp;nbsp; Then he says "Gramme wears a bra".&amp;nbsp; This statement got&amp;nbsp;my full attention; I&amp;nbsp;answered "yes"&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;randomly pulling a shirt off the rack and asked Bricen if he thought Grumpy would like it - redirection is suppose to work, right?&amp;nbsp; He ignores the shirt and says "let me touch bra".&amp;nbsp; I in turn ignore him, start softly singing "Hickory Dickory Dock" in hopes he would join me and ditching the idea of getting Grumpy a shirt, start quickly working my way out of the mens department.&amp;nbsp; In a rather loud voice he says "Let me touch bra one time".&amp;nbsp; Since ignoring him wasn't working, I looked him in the eye and said firmly "No".&amp;nbsp; He then screams "LET ME TOUCH BRA ONE TIME PLEEEEASE".&amp;nbsp; Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several people turned and look at me, but keeping my head down, I not only walked out of the mens department, but exited the store.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea why or where he came up with wanting to touch my bra....and I'm certain everyone in the store wondered the&amp;nbsp;same thing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4618053099666983879?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4618053099666983879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-touch-it-one-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4618053099666983879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4618053099666983879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-touch-it-one-time.html' title='LET ME TOUCH IT ONE TIME...'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8043021013319231289</id><published>2010-08-11T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:06:05.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal EKG and Heart Echo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today we received the GREAT news that Bricen's recent EKG and heart ECHO were normal!!!!&amp;nbsp; Dr. K ordered the tests based on his global muscle weakness.&amp;nbsp; Not that she suspected anything wrong, but&amp;nbsp;thought it best to err on the side of caution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8043021013319231289?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8043021013319231289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/08/normal-ekg-and-heart-echo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8043021013319231289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8043021013319231289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/08/normal-ekg-and-heart-echo.html' title='Normal EKG and Heart Echo!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1098135236265845526</id><published>2010-07-18T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:28:53.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Houston</title><content type='html'>Bricen was a trooper on the plane.&amp;nbsp; He sat and played with his cars and GI Joe's and never cried or got *too* wild.&amp;nbsp; That is until the plane started it's descend, then he put his hands over his ears and&amp;nbsp;cried "ears hurt".&amp;nbsp; It only lasted about 3 minutes, then he returned to playing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny little plane story...Bricen asked "who driving plane" and I told him the pilot.&amp;nbsp; About 20 minutes later, he asked for the set of cars keys I'd given him a couple of weeks ago to use with his cars.&amp;nbsp; I told him they were at my house and he'd have to wait.&amp;nbsp; He sat there a couple of beats then said "get car keys from pilot".&amp;nbsp; It was too cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston felt like Nashville, hot and humid.&amp;nbsp; We didn't rent a car, so after the first misguided journey walking to a restaurant, we ordered in the remaining two meals.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at an Extended Stay; there was a kitchenette in the room, but the stay was so brief we never used it (plus anyone who knows me knows how I feel about cooking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. K and her staff were as warm, welcoming and "un-doctor like" (in a good way) as we hoped.&amp;nbsp; They made all the physical tests and exercises seem like one big game and Bricen loved "playing" with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;systematic exam of Bricen, Dr. K said&amp;nbsp;based on her review, Bricen met the criteria for&amp;nbsp; mitochondrial&amp;nbsp;disease/dysfunction, but&amp;nbsp;he wasn't a "perfect" fit, so she wasn't ready to give him the diagnose of mito.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She explained once she made the diagnoses of&amp;nbsp;mito, she stops looking for any other disease and she wasn't ready to do so in Bricen's case.&amp;nbsp; We knew in advance she was conservative in making a diagnose, so we were&amp;nbsp;happy with her decision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She ordered labs (blood and urine)&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;done there in Houston.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;urine was based on a protein showing reduced kidney function on his last Vandy labs.&amp;nbsp; This was news to us,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;Dr. K said it may mean nothing so not to be concerned unless we saw a pattern.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bricen's last labs showed his alanine level to be almost 800. According to Dr. K, numbers this high are a huge red flag for mito and could not be ignored or discounted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Based on his global muscle weakness, she's sending an order to Bricen's PCP for a EEG and heart echo to be performed at Vandy.&amp;nbsp; There's nothing that suggests a heart problem, but the heart is one large muscle so she wants to cover all her bases (have I mentioned we love her??).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants Bricen to return to Houston for a EMG within the next couple of months.&amp;nbsp; This is the one test I've prayed he'd never have to undergo.&amp;nbsp; It's painful and many parents/grandparents said they'd never put their child though it again after the initial test was completed.&amp;nbsp; But, if Dr. K feels it's needed to give a better picture of what's going on with Bricen, we'll move reluctantly&amp;nbsp;forward with the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. K mentioned&amp;nbsp;Muscle, Eye, Brain&amp;nbsp;(MEB) Disease&amp;nbsp;something she wants to&amp;nbsp;eliminate&amp;nbsp;for Bricen.&amp;nbsp; I was excited about the prospect of an alternative to mito; however, since my return (and searching the web), I'm confused about her thoughts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mito, MEB falls under the Muscular Dystrophy umbrella.&amp;nbsp;Bricen breaks down as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscle - Bricen meets most of the guidelines for this portio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye - There's a long list of eye conditions associated with this portion; however optic nerve atrophy&lt;br /&gt;isn't one of them.&amp;nbsp; Dr. K said in our visit he didn't really fit into this portion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain - this is the most confusing&amp;nbsp;to me.&amp;nbsp; 100% of the articles and descriptions I read listed "brain&lt;br /&gt;structure abnormalities" as necessary for MEB to be considered.&amp;nbsp; Bricen's two MRI's show&lt;br /&gt;a perfectly formed brain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bricen has developmental delays; however, developmental&lt;br /&gt;delays associated with MEB are a direct result of a malformed brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to me to travel halfway across the country to see a specialist only to doubt what she tells me!!!&amp;nbsp; No, honestly I was a little freaked out last night after reading about MEB and my fears of Bricen being misdiagnosed,&amp;nbsp;but I have faith God's hand will lead Dr. K in making the right decisions with Bricen, so I'm at peace today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great appointment and&amp;nbsp;I feel better knowing Bricen now has Dr. K in his corner.&amp;nbsp; Mito or not, she'll follow him and ensure he gets the care he needs and deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending&amp;nbsp;this with a funny little appointment story.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As Dr. K rose to conclude the visit, Bricen said "go pee pee in commode".&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;said "quick get a cup, we need a urine sample".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As one of the&amp;nbsp;medical students ran to get a cup, we encouraged Bricen to wait a minute.&amp;nbsp; The cup was whisked into the room and pulling down Bricen's underwear, I placed the cup in&amp;nbsp;position and Bricen started peeing with all the adults standing around to ensure a sample was&amp;nbsp;captured.&amp;nbsp; Bricen peed and peed and peed until the cup was almost full.&amp;nbsp; At this point I started saying, rather loudly,&amp;nbsp;"get me a napkin, he's going to overflow the cup."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The medical student that had ran to get the cup, now ran to the paper towel dispender and pulled out about 10 towels.&amp;nbsp; Bricen stopped 1/8" from the rim of the cup&amp;nbsp;so a mop wasn't needed.&amp;nbsp; Everyone in the room broke into laughter and&amp;nbsp;Dr. K said "On that note, I'm leaving the room.&amp;nbsp; See you in a month or so"!!&amp;nbsp; Have I mentioned we love her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1098135236265845526?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1098135236265845526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-from-houston.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1098135236265845526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1098135236265845526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-from-houston.html' title='Back from Houston'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8212594195358296926</id><published>2010-07-07T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:29:22.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VEEG pushed back</title><content type='html'>Vandy called yesterday afternoon and pushed the start of Bricen's VEEG back to Thursday.&amp;nbsp; They didn't have a bed (guess one of the little ones had to stay an extra night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ready and waiting.&amp;nbsp; Bricen's clothes and PJ's can't pull over his head, so two new pairs of&amp;nbsp;zip&amp;nbsp;up PJ&amp;nbsp;later, he was all set.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also will rack up in the toy department.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A quick run to Walmart and his toy chest grew with more cars, silly stuffed&amp;nbsp;animals and a motorcycle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The toys can also travel with us to Houston next week, so they were a worthwhile investment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite toys right now are cars; not cars that have lights or make sounds, but the cast metal kind with doors, hoods and trunks that open.&amp;nbsp; He'll lie on the floor, opening the front door saying "Bricen drive", then open the back door and say "Daddy&amp;nbsp;get in car seat". &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I gave him an old set of keys, so after everyone is&amp;nbsp;in the car, he'll stick the keys into the front seat, start the car&amp;nbsp;then drive off to the store or pack or where ever he can think of at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just started having his stuff animals talk to each other.&amp;nbsp; It's so cute to listen to the conversions - they can be quite silly (guess because Bricen's silly)!!!&amp;nbsp; We love seeing him have imaginary play!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is his loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TDScC0cdWOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/UEJl-HmJhs0/s1600/IMG_2740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TDScC0cdWOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/UEJl-HmJhs0/s400/IMG_2740.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-8212594195358296926?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8212594195358296926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/veeg-pushed-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8212594195358296926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8212594195358296926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/veeg-pushed-back.html' title='VEEG pushed back'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TDScC0cdWOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/UEJl-HmJhs0/s72-c/IMG_2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7753148288314288079</id><published>2010-07-05T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:10:16.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As his eyes filled with wonder,</title><content type='html'>my eyes filled with tears.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those of you who follow Bricen know, he's legally blind; although we know he can see, we're not really sure just how much he can see.&amp;nbsp; In addition, he's hyper sensitive to loud noise, screaming and crying if he becomes overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; This combination makes fireworks out of the question....until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor had a great firework display (he must have invested a small fortune).&amp;nbsp; About a minute into the "show", I decided to take Bricen on the patio to see his reaction (the fact he was already in bed didn't stop me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first boom, he clutched me tight, but as the sky filled with colors, he started laughing!!! From there on out, he was hooked.&amp;nbsp; With him in my lap, we sat on his slide and enjoyed 20 minutes of awe.&amp;nbsp; With each boom, he tightened his grip, but watched to sky, knowing what was to follow.&amp;nbsp; After 5 minutes, he was clapping his hand, shrieking with laughter&amp;nbsp;and saying "more fireworks, do it again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more than a firework display; in my eyes it was a display if how far Bricen's came&amp;nbsp;- how he overcomes every obstacle in his path.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched Bricen though teary eyes, thankful once again I'm able to see the world his way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7753148288314288079?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7753148288314288079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-his-eyes-filled-with-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7753148288314288079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7753148288314288079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-his-eyes-filled-with-wonder.html' title='As his eyes filled with wonder,'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4338494997605140812</id><published>2010-07-04T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:17:53.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>My little fire cracker is pushing the vacumn and making his vacumn noise.&amp;nbsp; Got to go...he wants ME to push it now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4338494997605140812?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4338494997605140812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4338494997605140812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4338494997605140812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-368908725264870701</id><published>2010-07-02T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:51:13.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great news from Vandy</title><content type='html'>Got a call from Vandy; Bricen won't have to be hog tied to his bed for his VEEG.&amp;nbsp; He has to stay in&amp;nbsp;his hospital room, but after thinking he would be confined to bed, his room seems as large as the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen loves to clean, so I'm packing a little broom, paper towels and wipes.&amp;nbsp; Boy, is housekeeping going to love him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other good note, Bricen's speech is improving daily.&amp;nbsp; His sentences are now mostly 5 - 6 words!!!!&amp;nbsp; To think this time last year, he used sign language and spoke using 1 - 2 word sentences.&amp;nbsp; God is good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-368908725264870701?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/368908725264870701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-news-from-vandy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/368908725264870701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/368908725264870701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-news-from-vandy.html' title='Great news from Vandy'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1818822266643734484</id><published>2010-06-25T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:52:07.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the neuro</title><content type='html'>Bricen's new neuro was all business, but listened to our concerns and asked the "right" questions (in my very limited experience).&amp;nbsp; At first he questioned whether they were seizures and thought they may be staring spells resulting from his autistic like traits or mito.&amp;nbsp; However, after viewing the video I'd made, he said&amp;nbsp;an VEEG needed to happen "sooner rather than later".&amp;nbsp; So, if we can get insurance approval fast enough, the VEEG&amp;nbsp;will be done July 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: An EEG measures activity in the brain and can pick up abnormal occurrences.&amp;nbsp; A VEEG is an EEG that is videoed.&amp;nbsp; Bricen's will be 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a video EEG, Bricen has to stay in his room, IN&amp;nbsp;HIS BED!!!!&amp;nbsp; That's right, in a hospital bed for 24 hours straight.&amp;nbsp; The hospital will furnish plenty of toys and activities, but 24 hours....well, lets hope they have a lot of toys!!!&amp;nbsp; However, we're happy with the Doctor's decision as he'll see exactly what we see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send up prayer and positive thoughts that the insurance approval process is complete prior to July&amp;nbsp;7th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In addition to wanting to start treatment on the seizures,&amp;nbsp;it'll be&amp;nbsp;priceless to have the&amp;nbsp;results forwarded to Dr. K&amp;nbsp;(mito doctor in Houston)&amp;nbsp;before our July 16th appointment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vanderbilt has already said, if&amp;nbsp;we can't do the test on July 7th, the next available appointment is after Dr.&amp;nbsp;K's visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1818822266643734484?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1818822266643734484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-neuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1818822266643734484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1818822266643734484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-neuro.html' title='Back from the neuro'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5614566825834911491</id><published>2010-06-24T08:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:05:00.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neuro appointment tomorrow!!!!</title><content type='html'>Our neuro appointment at Vandy was scheduled for August 9th, however it's been moved to THIS Friday!!! Bricen's seizures have increased in frequency and are longer. In the past week, his balance while having a seizure is worse and we're afraid a bad fall is right around the corner if they aren't gotten under control at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to ask for at least a 4 hour EEG to ensure a seizure is captured. I have a video of his seizure I'll carry to the office so the Dr. will see what we're seeing. I'll update after the visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5614566825834911491?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5614566825834911491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/neuro-appointment-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5614566825834911491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5614566825834911491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/neuro-appointment-tomorrow.html' title='Neuro appointment tomorrow!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6834297554032225726</id><published>2010-06-22T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:00:05.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you get....</title><content type='html'>when you ask a three year old which shoes he wants to wear shopping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bricen, do you want to wear your sandals or crocs shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sandals and crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me -&amp;nbsp;(get both pairs from closet): &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Choose the sandals or crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sandals and crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me -&amp;nbsp;(put one&amp;nbsp;sandal on his foot, Bricen pulls his unshod foot away): &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Let me put the other&amp;nbsp;sandal on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No, croc on other one&lt;/span&gt; (takes croc off the table and puts on foot)&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Your shoes have to match&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bricen (screaming): &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ONE SANDAL, ONE CROC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You have to wear two sandals or two crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen (screaming): &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ONE SANDAL, ONE CROC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No Bricen, your shoes have to match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen (running into kitchen, screaming): &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ONE SANDAL, ONE CROC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (defeated): &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;OK, let's get in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TB2I7UcUgzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/YxfNe6OBXbQ/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TB2I7UcUgzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/YxfNe6OBXbQ/s400/IMG_2706.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have the presence of mind to bring the other two shoes and changed the sandal out with the croc before getting him out of the car.&amp;nbsp; By then, he was focused on going in the store and the shoe battle was long forgotten!!!&amp;nbsp; Have&amp;nbsp;I mentioned he was bossy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-6834297554032225726?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6834297554032225726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-you-get.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6834297554032225726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6834297554032225726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-you-get.html' title='This is what you get....'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TB2I7UcUgzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/YxfNe6OBXbQ/s72-c/IMG_2706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5468242019478055242</id><published>2010-06-20T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:00:07.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of Superdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY...LOVE YOU DADDY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TB2EAldUCqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/sz3ujoU_Vsw/s1600/IMG_2696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TB2EAldUCqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/sz3ujoU_Vsw/s400/IMG_2696.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-5468242019478055242?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5468242019478055242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/son-of-superdad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5468242019478055242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5468242019478055242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/son-of-superdad.html' title='Son of Superdad'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TB2EAldUCqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/sz3ujoU_Vsw/s72-c/IMG_2696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7569621325621028341</id><published>2010-06-18T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:54:53.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Judy, Ms. Judy</title><content type='html'>As I posted earlier, Bricen loves Ms. Judy.&amp;nbsp; She has *almost* replaced me as his "go to" person.&amp;nbsp; Everything is Ms. Judy this and Ms. Judy that....it's too cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Judy&amp;nbsp;is an only child, her husband was an only child and Grumpy&amp;nbsp;is an only child&amp;nbsp;who didn't have children of his own (he's my second husband).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All this to say, there haven't been&amp;nbsp;children in&amp;nbsp;Ms. Judy's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen has totally won her heart and she's won his!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen right in line following his orders (remember I've mentioned he's quite bossy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Put Ms. Judy's shoes on Bricen"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8F-ROFgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6E_lDvTaIcM/s1600/IMG_2691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8F-ROFgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6E_lDvTaIcM/s400/IMG_2691.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Criss Cross Applesauce you arms"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8ge9QuzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZLOizcvliuA/s1600/IMG_2692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8ge9QuzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZLOizcvliuA/s400/IMG_2692.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Talk to Bricen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8zZG9aCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DsuDKuGP4j0/s1600/IMG_2689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8zZG9aCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DsuDKuGP4j0/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Give Bricen a hug" (Ms. Judy's personal favorite) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw9YgSoUNI/AAAAAAAAAls/y3xaNAkDE48/s1600/IMG_2690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw9YgSoUNI/AAAAAAAAAls/y3xaNAkDE48/s400/IMG_2690.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty-five years separate them in age, but they share a bond that is timeless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7569621325621028341?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7569621325621028341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/ms-judy-ms-judy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7569621325621028341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7569621325621028341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/ms-judy-ms-judy.html' title='Ms. Judy, Ms. Judy'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/TBw8F-ROFgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6E_lDvTaIcM/s72-c/IMG_2691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6254580178470237657</id><published>2010-06-13T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:54:44.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, Glad to be back</title><content type='html'>The past month has been a whirl wind of activity.&amp;nbsp; Getting my mother in law's condo gutted, her moving in with us, finding out she has dementia or Alzheimer (awaiting results of MRI) and will no longer be able to live alone or drive a car.&amp;nbsp; We've made the decision to have her live with us, so yes, we've had a busy month so I've bring away from the computer with the exception of my favorite board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you guys didn't come to hear about me, so lets focus on Mr. Bricen.&amp;nbsp; There's both good and bad news.&amp;nbsp; The good, no make that great news, is he has an appointment with a mito doctor in Houston on July 16th.&amp;nbsp; I'm both nervous and excited.&amp;nbsp; Another child on the board was&amp;nbsp;recently DX with mito (reading his mother's post just broke my heart)&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;he has always reminded me of Bricen so does that mean the chances are greater Bricen will also be DX with mito?&amp;nbsp; However, there are children that&amp;nbsp;"scream" mito and they don't receive a DX so there's no telling what will happen that fateful Friday.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I do know is the&amp;nbsp;next 4 weeks are going to be lonnnng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is Bricen is having seizures.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't see neuro at Vandy until August 9th, but we hope Dr. Koenig (the mito doctor) may be able to give us direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the seizures, Bricen continues to flourish, speaking in longer sentences and just being more "with it'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the addition of Ms. Judy into the household and they've become best friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-6254580178470237657?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6254580178470237657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/whew-glad-to-be-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6254580178470237657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6254580178470237657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/06/whew-glad-to-be-back.html' title='Whew, Glad to be back'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1136031801100668336</id><published>2010-05-10T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:58:56.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOOD OF 2010</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been absent, things have been rough here in Tennessee.&amp;nbsp; On April 30th, Tennessee received record rainfall which resulted in our&amp;nbsp;NATION'S largest natural disaster not caused by a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many fellow Tennesseans, my mother-in-law was flooded.&amp;nbsp; With water levels of 5 feet in her home, she lost her entire downstairs of her condo and her car.&amp;nbsp; But she was one of the lucky ones.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trapped on the top floor of her condo, she was resused by boat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She's&amp;nbsp;living with us until she decides what she wants to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she wasn't in the 100 year flood plain, she wasn't offered flood insurance, so at 86 years old, she has to pay for everything out of pocket.&amp;nbsp; We're hoping for assistance of FEMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's alive and unhurt...the rest can be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are a few pictures...I'll update more as things unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hBm1M8WZI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Op5-tvNt1Jc/s1600/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_2452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hBm1M8WZI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Op5-tvNt1Jc/s400/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_2452.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hDUOwJlrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/L-gYC-lt8sc/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hDUOwJlrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/L-gYC-lt8sc/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2433.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hFMxcCHgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1ynFN6qe-NA/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hFMxcCHgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1ynFN6qe-NA/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2434.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hFjRvrgYI/AAAAAAAAAks/la3xdOPi_10/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hFjRvrgYI/AAAAAAAAAks/la3xdOPi_10/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2450.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hF_sp5IcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kmRvbnP2hkA/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hF_sp5IcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kmRvbnP2hkA/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2453.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hI_KxxQLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eiQ91mYvoiw/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hI_KxxQLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eiQ91mYvoiw/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen was with me, our house was not affected.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1136031801100668336?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1136031801100668336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/05/flood-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1136031801100668336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1136031801100668336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/05/flood-of-2010.html' title='FLOOD OF 2010'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S-hBm1M8WZI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Op5-tvNt1Jc/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_2452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6772931189463567098</id><published>2010-05-02T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:48:36.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Better</title><content type='html'>Mr. Bricen is super cranky, but appears to be over the worst of his stomach woes. The great news is his gross motor wasn't affected....no crawling or loss of energy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal now is to get additional weight on his little bones. He visited his ped for his illness and not only has he not gained weight in the past 6 months, he's lost 1/2 pound. Being the queen of Google, I looked up the average weight gain of a 3 year old and he should gain 4 - 6 pounds between the age of 3 - 4, but we're going back wards right now. Now to find healthy ways to plump him up; he doesn't like many of the traditional tricks, so we'll have to get creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been stuck in the house yesterday and today due to severe flooding in our area. The rain fall has set a new record. Luckily my family all lives on high ground, so no problems with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9248i9hVaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1hxk25hRSOw/s1600/IMG_0491+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9248i9hVaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1hxk25hRSOw/s320/IMG_0491+-+Copy.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-6772931189463567098?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6772931189463567098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6772931189463567098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6772931189463567098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-better.html' title='All Better'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9248i9hVaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1hxk25hRSOw/s72-c/IMG_0491+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1274924101711510999</id><published>2010-04-30T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:36:06.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Troubles</title><content type='html'>Poor little boy is having tummy troubles.&amp;nbsp; It started last night; today it's obvious he's not feeling well.&amp;nbsp; Pray it passes quickly without any lingering ill effects.&amp;nbsp; The last time he had a stomach virus, his little muscles and engery level both decreased, causing him to revert to crawling by the end of the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of a recent trip to the park.&amp;nbsp; Ms. Kaelin is waiting her turn as Bricen prepares to zoom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9sixtF7mzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uo5TxQpucQk/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9sixtF7mzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uo5TxQpucQk/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-1274924101711510999?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1274924101711510999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/tummy-troubles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1274924101711510999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1274924101711510999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/tummy-troubles.html' title='Tummy Troubles'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9sixtF7mzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uo5TxQpucQk/s72-c/IMG_0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2699434325491480248</id><published>2010-04-26T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:32:55.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He IS a Gardener!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just posted how Bricen didn't like gardening.&amp;nbsp; Determined to change his mind, I've continued his "training".&amp;nbsp; However, he's proved to be a hard sale.&amp;nbsp; He still won't touch the potting soil or flowers.&amp;nbsp; I asked him to smell the flowers thinking he'd touch them with his hands without thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; Look at the picture -&amp;nbsp;he's smelling them while keeping his hands behind him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZEc0u_TQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DnJaBFhhIRo/s1600/IMG_2353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZEc0u_TQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DnJaBFhhIRo/s400/IMG_2353.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His aversion doesn't lend itself to rocks, so I gave him a planter and asked him to put rocks in it for the flowers.&amp;nbsp; The object was to work up from rocks to&amp;nbsp;soil and finally flowers.&amp;nbsp; He loved playing in the gravel and putting rocks in the bottom of the planter (to help the water drain out the hole).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZGQ1-boAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/zgEyDVPrkOY/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZGQ1-boAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/zgEyDVPrkOY/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZGzuUxn6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/bheZ152jDkI/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZGzuUxn6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/bheZ152jDkI/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Potting soil&amp;nbsp;still turned out to be too much to handle, so I filled the pot and, handing him the trowel, told him he was ready to plant the flowers.&amp;nbsp; He said "No", went to the side driveway and returned with a handful of rocks.&amp;nbsp; Placing them in the pot, he told me&amp;nbsp;"plant rocks".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZKzzP7HiI/AAAAAAAAAj0/F8B3_8vdPC0/s1600/IMG_2349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZKzzP7HiI/AAAAAAAAAj0/F8B3_8vdPC0/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZLtJ_k3bI/AAAAAAAAAj8/6hZ587QRl3I/s1600/IMG_2348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZLtJ_k3bI/AAAAAAAAAj8/6hZ587QRl3I/s400/IMG_2348.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Silly me, he is a gardener... a ROCK GARDENER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2699434325491480248?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2699434325491480248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-gardener.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2699434325491480248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2699434325491480248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-gardener.html' title='He IS a Gardener!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9ZEc0u_TQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DnJaBFhhIRo/s72-c/IMG_2353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7099548205843917136</id><published>2010-04-22T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:22:21.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Up</title><content type='html'>Bricen has reached yet another milestone....he can climb stairs without holding on to&amp;nbsp;a wall or a&amp;nbsp;handrail!!!!&amp;nbsp; He's able to climb about 2 - 3 stairs unassisted and although it's not consistent, it shows increased leg strength and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also recently started opening doors by turning the door knob.&amp;nbsp; This shows increased hand strength and fine motor control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....I just love watching his continued progress in gross and fine motor skills!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9Chuz_yvuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0oC-6jYQu5g/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9Chuz_yvuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0oC-6jYQu5g/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0481.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-7099548205843917136?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7099548205843917136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/stepping-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7099548205843917136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7099548205843917136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/stepping-up.html' title='Stepping Up'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S9Chuz_yvuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0oC-6jYQu5g/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7986971433837548032</id><published>2010-04-12T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:24:57.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Not a Gardener</title><content type='html'>The time is upon us for planting flowers.&amp;nbsp; I decided to make a day of it....going to the local garden center, picking brightly colored flowers, then returning home and planting them.&lt;br /&gt;Bricen loves to shop, so the mention of shopping for flowers excited him.&amp;nbsp; As he ate breakfast and got dressed, he kept repeating "go shopping flowers".&amp;nbsp; We shop quite often so Bricen has it down pat.&amp;nbsp; You get in an air conditioned car, drive to the air conditioned store, walk about 10 minutes, then relax in the stroller the rest of the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the garden center and Bricen walks up the&amp;nbsp;owner&amp;nbsp;and tells&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;"Bricen shop flowers".&amp;nbsp; She joins us, walking around discussing my total lack of a green thumb and which flowers will last the longest under my care (I really try, but everything I plant dies by mid summer).&amp;nbsp; After a few minutes, Bricen starts repeating "go shop flowers" - 10 minutes later he's screaming "go shop flowers" in a full blown fit.&amp;nbsp; Being outside in the heat, walking between rows of vegetation just wasn't the shopping experience he had in mind.&amp;nbsp; I hurried along, made my purchase and put Bricen in the car to cool off (&lt;em&gt;temper&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; temperature &lt;/em&gt;wise)!!&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Bricen couldn't take any more heat,&amp;nbsp;we played inside until early evening.&amp;nbsp; I tried my best to get him&amp;nbsp;excited about&amp;nbsp;planting flowers, but he&amp;nbsp;only looked at me though wary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He followed me as I carried the flats of flowers from the garage to the front of the house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I handed him a small flower container&amp;nbsp;to carry to the pot&amp;nbsp;in which it would be transplanted.&amp;nbsp; At this point&amp;nbsp;his sensory issues kicked into overdrive.&amp;nbsp; He didn't want to touch the flower or the pot.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;slowly worked up from poking the container to holding it with both hands.&amp;nbsp; If you look at the&amp;nbsp;look of total, utter&amp;nbsp;disgust&amp;nbsp;on Bricen's face,&amp;nbsp;you won't be surprised&amp;nbsp;that he put it down on the sidewalk two seconds after the picture,&amp;nbsp;then walked back to the garage saying "all done planting flowers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S8N9kV4A5bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/v5SIbwKzNM0/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S8N9kV4A5bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/v5SIbwKzNM0/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2285.JPG" width="396" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I followed him to the garage and back into the house without planting a single flower!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that evening, he was playing with his favorite car.&amp;nbsp; Opening the back door, he said to himself&amp;nbsp;"get in car seat, go shop flowers".&amp;nbsp; This was immediately followed by a shrill "NO".&amp;nbsp; Poor little fellow, he was so traumatized, that even in the land of make believe, flower shopping and planting is no fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-7986971433837548032?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7986971433837548032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-not-gardener.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7986971433837548032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7986971433837548032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-not-gardener.html' title='He&apos;s Not a Gardener'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S8N9kV4A5bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/v5SIbwKzNM0/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4837795156649628653</id><published>2010-04-09T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:08:00.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare Devil</title><content type='html'>Last year, when Bricen's swing set was purchased, I was scared to let him play on it.&amp;nbsp; His balance was terrible; this combined with his hypotonia and muscle weakness&amp;nbsp;caused my heart to race with&amp;nbsp;him doing anything&amp;nbsp;but swinging. I hovered&amp;nbsp;with my hands six inches away from him the entire time he was on the set.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this year.&amp;nbsp; The day Addison and Kaelin visited was&amp;nbsp;the first day this spring Bricen's played on the set.&amp;nbsp; I watched in amazement as Bricen climbed and slid and enjoyed every minute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going down the small slide a couple of times, Bricen decided to up the stakes....he climbed up the slide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74uge-d72I/AAAAAAAAAiU/31xk9i-1gpY/s1600/IMG_2059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74uge-d72I/AAAAAAAAAiU/31xk9i-1gpY/s400/IMG_2059.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And slid down, adding a little twist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74vM0udygI/AAAAAAAAAic/qY4H8id3v1E/s1600/IMG_2076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74vM0udygI/AAAAAAAAAic/qY4H8id3v1E/s400/IMG_2076.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74vsL8LzfI/AAAAAAAAAik/prIIajHoJ-8/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74vsL8LzfI/AAAAAAAAAik/prIIajHoJ-8/s400/IMG_2078.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He climbed though his tunnel on the way to the big slide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74wpo0hX6I/AAAAAAAAAis/3kwV2tTOfLo/s1600/IMG_2045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74wpo0hX6I/AAAAAAAAAis/3kwV2tTOfLo/s400/IMG_2045.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The biggest news of the day was Bricen climbed up the rope "wall"&amp;nbsp;all by himself!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last year he tried a couple of times and then gave up.&amp;nbsp; This year he scaled it on his first try!!! I&amp;nbsp;hovered as he climbed so I don't have pictures of his feat, but I have&amp;nbsp;a picture of the wall.&amp;nbsp; It may look small to you, but for&amp;nbsp;Bricen this&amp;nbsp;is HUGE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74xuiDxO3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Bd1EwdY9Hxw/s1600/IMG_2282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74xuiDxO3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Bd1EwdY9Hxw/s400/IMG_2282.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought he'd calmed down a bit when he got Kaelin's stroller and started pushing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74yVqAYvUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GA6gA3PNJow/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74yVqAYvUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GA6gA3PNJow/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't worry about him playing with a pink stroller.&amp;nbsp; He pushed it straight to the stairs, picked it up and placed it on the stairs, then&amp;nbsp;let go to watch it crash to the ground (I rescued the stroller after I figured out Bricen's game).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74zWqScWvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/7ICxe2keAi0/s1600/IMG_2069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74zWqScWvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/7ICxe2keAi0/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you "hear" my pride and joy at Bricen's accomplishments?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know&amp;nbsp;Bricen's strength comes from the strength of God's love - we're all feeling blessed here at camp Bricen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4837795156649628653?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4837795156649628653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/dare-devil.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4837795156649628653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4837795156649628653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/dare-devil.html' title='Dare Devil'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S74uge-d72I/AAAAAAAAAiU/31xk9i-1gpY/s72-c/IMG_2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3378432574168541976</id><published>2010-04-07T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:10:15.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing our Favorite Doctor</title><content type='html'>We received a letter stating Dr. L was leaving Vanderbilt.&amp;nbsp; He's a caring, compassionate doctor and the one doctor that seemed determined getting to the&amp;nbsp;root cause&amp;nbsp;of Bricen's issue.&amp;nbsp; We hate losing the doctor that was Bricen's champion.&lt;br /&gt;However,&amp;nbsp;combined with the saddness,&amp;nbsp;is the fear&amp;nbsp;on how this impacts Bricen's much anticipated (and much needed) trip to Houston for an appointment with Dr. K, a renowned mito doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The insurance company has received a referral request for the visit; however, based on other cases, we expect insurance to deny the claim.&amp;nbsp; When this happens, we need all of Bricen's doctors to write an appeal letter.&amp;nbsp; Dr. L is Bricen's lead doctor.&amp;nbsp;He ran all tests to date, is the doctor that ordered the muscle biopsy and feels&amp;nbsp;Dr. K is the next step&amp;nbsp;in Bricen's journey.&amp;nbsp; Without his appeal letter, we know Bricen's appeal won't be nearly as strong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;a phone conversion with Dr. L's office in early March, he stated he'd do everything in his power to ensure the insurance company realized the medical&amp;nbsp;necessity of Bricen's making the trip to Dr. K.&amp;nbsp; But, with him leaving mid April, we feared he'd be gone before we recieved the denial from the insurance company and that we'd be scambling to find other doctor that would write as stong a request.&amp;nbsp; But once again, Dr. L proved he really cares about his patients.&amp;nbsp; We talked to his office and he's writing a letter before he leaves so we'll have it in hand should one be needed.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;touches our hearts&amp;nbsp;that he's not leaving it in anyone eles hands.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We feel blessed having had&amp;nbsp;Dr. L in Bricen's life and wish him success in all life has to offer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7zygizFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/khAsh2dQImw/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7zygizFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/khAsh2dQImw/s320/Copy+of+IMG_2088.JPG" /&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/7225149969499042254-3378432574168541976?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/3378432574168541976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/losing-our-favorite-doctor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3378432574168541976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3378432574168541976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/losing-our-favorite-doctor.html' title='Losing our Favorite Doctor'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7zygizFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/khAsh2dQImw/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_2088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4137021856805034646</id><published>2010-04-05T08:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:59:55.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"New shoes, walk better"</title><content type='html'>To stretch the clothing budget, most of Bricen's clothes are purchased at the end of the season for the following year.&amp;nbsp; It saves money, but is a bit of a bummer when it comes to shopping&amp;nbsp;as my favorite seasons arrive.&amp;nbsp; To feed my shopping habit, I tend to purchase shoes.&amp;nbsp; For the spring/summer, I've purchased Bricen&amp;nbsp;four pairs of tennis shoes in assorted colors and one pair of sandals.&amp;nbsp; By far, Bricen's favorite pair&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;the sandals.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it's because he doesn't have to wear socks or if&amp;nbsp;he feels "freer" because they don't fit as tightly.&amp;nbsp; Whatever the reason, he wants to wear them all the time - and I mean ALL the time.&amp;nbsp;I'll put&amp;nbsp;the sandals&amp;nbsp;on him and he'll walk off saying "new shoes, walk better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't take them off to put on his Pj's unless I promise to&amp;nbsp;let him go to sleep in them.&amp;nbsp; I love the fact that he can make choices and has perferences, so I'm thrilled to walk into his room and see this sight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kLfdBGBdI/AAAAAAAAAhM/69MsKNCWDds/s1600/IMG_2220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kLfdBGBdI/AAAAAAAAAhM/69MsKNCWDds/s400/IMG_2220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not totally around the bend - I take&amp;nbsp;them off after he's sound asleep and dreaming!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4137021856805034646?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4137021856805034646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-shoes-walk-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4137021856805034646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4137021856805034646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-shoes-walk-better.html' title='&quot;New shoes, walk better&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kLfdBGBdI/AAAAAAAAAhM/69MsKNCWDds/s72-c/IMG_2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2182287277093543845</id><published>2010-04-03T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:51:42.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter One and All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because of Bricen's optic nerve atrophy, his eyes are hypersensitive to lights, especially sunlight.&amp;nbsp; In order to get an outside picture without sunglasses, he has to be in the shade&amp;nbsp;or in the late evening.&amp;nbsp; I dressed him up in his Easter finery Friday&amp;nbsp;evening&amp;nbsp;and took the following pics of&amp;nbsp;our "silly egg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f1II31WcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RbEfJcLIMJs/s1600/Easter+Outfit+Flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f1II31WcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RbEfJcLIMJs/s400/Easter+Outfit+Flowers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f1YM-hG5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/dbRH7OMF0tM/s1600/Easter+Outfit+Walking_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f1YM-hG5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/dbRH7OMF0tM/s400/Easter+Outfit+Walking_edited-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f2wW3wVbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cTYxa9Y6qk4/s1600/IMG_2275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f2wW3wVbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cTYxa9Y6qk4/s400/IMG_2275.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f3cVUECVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gT20ct9ntQU/s1600/Easter+with+sky+bkground_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f3cVUECVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gT20ct9ntQU/s400/Easter+with+sky+bkground_edited-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f2cb9YHjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ff81hYklKS0/s1600/IMG_2254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f2cb9YHjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ff81hYklKS0/s400/IMG_2254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the medical front, Bricen has returned to full throttle after his stomach virus almost three weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; It's hard watching such&amp;nbsp;a small thing as a two day "bug" zap his energy for over two weeks, but he's now running on all cylinders and up to his usually antics (see&amp;nbsp;post below)!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2182287277093543845?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2182287277093543845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-one-and-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2182287277093543845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2182287277093543845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-one-and-all.html' title='Happy Easter One and All'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7f1II31WcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RbEfJcLIMJs/s72-c/Easter+Outfit+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2157834021084525271</id><published>2010-04-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:40:20.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I love Spring, the warmer weather, brilliant greens and blooming flowers.&amp;nbsp; The only part I dislike, and I mean dislike, is spring cleaning.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I have a fantastic helper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a whiz with cabinets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7alq_ELShI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fXqCUNgXG68/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7alq_ELShI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fXqCUNgXG68/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skillful with a broom and dust mop.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7am4pqGP-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/iAR-zsmokyw/s1600/IMG_2231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7am4pqGP-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/iAR-zsmokyw/s400/IMG_2231.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7andt7g0BI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Z7c_Pv6HVro/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7andt7g0BI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Z7c_Pv6HVro/s400/IMG_2240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He'll scrub floors on his hands and knees....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7aoQvJtGmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kkv4j1JfZU0/s1600/IMG_2228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7aoQvJtGmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kkv4j1JfZU0/s400/IMG_2228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7aovNJsj3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/MC-9WcWazos/s1600/IMG_2229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7aovNJsj3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/MC-9WcWazos/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He even does windows!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7apMJgQYjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lEgUoAsziMA/s1600/IMG_2222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7apMJgQYjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lEgUoAsziMA/s400/IMG_2222.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On another note, in a previous post I shared&amp;nbsp;we needed to start flossing&amp;nbsp;Bricen's teeth.&amp;nbsp; Well, he's doing great letting me floss them.&amp;nbsp; He fights tooth and nail to avoid having his teeth brushed, but doesn't mind flossing at all!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2157834021084525271?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2157834021084525271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2157834021084525271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2157834021084525271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7alq_ELShI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fXqCUNgXG68/s72-c/IMG_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-7981035468884634676</id><published>2010-03-29T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:03:02.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Mito Video</title><content type='html'>The following video was done by&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;mother with a mito child.&amp;nbsp; It's touching and captures the many faces of mitochrondrial disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=a8fc3b9e09e7792db8c92c&amp;amp;skin_id=1901"&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=a8fc3b9e09e7792db8c92c&amp;amp;skin_id=1901&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to share the video with your family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-7981035468884634676?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/7981035468884634676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/touching-mito-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7981035468884634676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/7981035468884634676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/touching-mito-video.html' title='Touching Mito Video'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-1581630679882143821</id><published>2010-03-28T19:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:45:01.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippity Hoppity Easter's on it's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday, Kaelin and Bricen Easter Egg Hunt hopped.&amp;nbsp; In the morning, we went to a local collage for a hunt.&amp;nbsp; With Bricen's sensory issues, I didn't expect Bricen to pick the eggs up off the ground, and true to my prediction, he refused.&amp;nbsp; He kept saying "Gramme get it", so&amp;nbsp;I handed him&amp;nbsp;three&amp;nbsp;eggs (I had told the sponsor before hand about his issues so they wouldn't think I was breaking the rules).&amp;nbsp; The first two he put in his bucket, but the third, a purple egg,&amp;nbsp;had a smaller piece of candy inside.&amp;nbsp; Once he discovered the egg made "noise", he didn't want any more eggs.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like candy (unlike his Grammie), so the noise held more interest than the surprise inside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_iWJEjo6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/QQoT5FwuRKs/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_iWJEjo6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/QQoT5FwuRKs/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_i7gxwJyI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UsEJn0L3jOg/s1600/IMG_2144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_i7gxwJyI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UsEJn0L3jOg/s400/IMG_2144.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen carried the purple egg and a bag of candy from the yellow egg around with him the rest of time spent at the collage egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_kshn_eVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ybf_tzpR5dc/s1600/IMG_2160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_kshn_eVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ybf_tzpR5dc/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kaelin wouldn't have anything to do with the first hunt; she cried when Sheri (aka Granna) put her down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_lh9EIAJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GAqOlDI2qW8/s1600/IMG_2136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_lh9EIAJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GAqOlDI2qW8/s400/IMG_2136.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kaelin DOES like candy, so she was a little put out when she discovered Bricen had candy and she didn't.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_mtRRT_nI/AAAAAAAAAec/hwAWF64LwWA/s1600/IMG_2157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_mtRRT_nI/AAAAAAAAAec/hwAWF64LwWA/s400/IMG_2157.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen was kind enough to share his candy, and after a quick lunch,&amp;nbsp;we were off to the second hunt of the day, held at a local elementary school.&amp;nbsp; This egg hunt differed in the fact there were no eggs for the 0 - 3 age group.&amp;nbsp; Instead the wrapped candy was in plain sight on the ground.&amp;nbsp; Even better, there were bags of&amp;nbsp;animal crackers and gold fish type crackers.&amp;nbsp; Bricen&amp;nbsp;eats both of these so I was excited&amp;nbsp;to think he might actually "hunt" for himself.....and he did!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_soyi_gJI/AAAAAAAAAes/Lvgsxdzjz0M/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_soyi_gJI/AAAAAAAAAes/Lvgsxdzjz0M/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_rjFPHovI/AAAAAAAAAek/n6iO4PnVyN0/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_rjFPHovI/AAAAAAAAAek/n6iO4PnVyN0/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_t2wzT5JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_zZhRBhRNWU/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_t2wzT5JI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_zZhRBhRNWU/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_1YliHcGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rBoD7c4GMIQ/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_1YliHcGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rBoD7c4GMIQ/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2216.JPG" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen ended up with seven bags and seemed pleased with himself!!!&amp;nbsp; I was so excited that he actually picked them up!&amp;nbsp; Kaelin wasn't going to be left empty handed this time, so she joined in the fun (much to the delight of her Granna).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_y_0l9g7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/FJzZ-HIWeW8/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_y_0l9g7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/FJzZ-HIWeW8/s400/IMG_2210.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen was so excited at the end of the hunt, he decided to kiss Kaelin, but she had other ideas.&amp;nbsp; All in all, it was a fun filled day for all involved!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_1xddsb1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/K7oY00DtVhs/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_1xddsb1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/K7oY00DtVhs/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-1581630679882143821?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/1581630679882143821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/hippity-hoppity-easters-on-its-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1581630679882143821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/1581630679882143821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/hippity-hoppity-easters-on-its-way.html' title='Hippity Hoppity Easter&apos;s on it&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6_iWJEjo6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/QQoT5FwuRKs/s72-c/IMG_2138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8005670178798944236</id><published>2010-03-21T18:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:43:24.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung!!!!</title><content type='html'>The first day of spring proved to be beautiful and we took full advantage. &amp;nbsp;We had the honor of babysitting Ms. Addison for the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;play date was&amp;nbsp;complete when&amp;nbsp;Ms. Kaelin came over to join in the outside fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister lives next door to me; Kaelin is her 2 year&amp;nbsp;old granddaughter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While full of&amp;nbsp;energy and personality, she's still quite the little lady.&amp;nbsp; Note in most of the pictures she's holding her snack bag; she wouldn't put it&amp;nbsp;down for over a couple of seconds....too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZcLPywn3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/G-oHZZHkV14/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZcLPywn3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/G-oHZZHkV14/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6Zck72GINI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EZ9ObJeblfE/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6Zck72GINI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EZ9ObJeblfE/s400/IMG_2044.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZdXBydAMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kEHxXWkMCPA/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZdXBydAMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kEHxXWkMCPA/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZdwP8_tGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7dnn3qzvXlY/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZdwP8_tGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7dnn3qzvXlY/s400/IMG_2072.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZpfIvWSiI/AAAAAAAAAck/8eqGOuzBf7U/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZpfIvWSiI/AAAAAAAAAck/8eqGOuzBf7U/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2081.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6Zqcs08ttI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qPM0IbTSkLw/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6Zqcs08ttI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qPM0IbTSkLw/s400/IMG_2096.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Addison is my nephew's 9 month old daughter.&amp;nbsp; I've been begging for the pleasure of her company and finally got her yesterday (thanks PJ and Alicia)!&amp;nbsp; She's a happy go lucky little girl with an endearing smile and contagious giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6afirZY3VI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-tz4MP8a1Ak/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6agf_343MI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CMhi2Acr12Q/s1600-h/IMG_2092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6agf_343MI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CMhi2Acr12Q/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ahqZwpQaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WuFKU7kPr0U/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_2109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ahqZwpQaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WuFKU7kPr0U/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2109.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bricen loved having a&amp;nbsp;baby in the house.&amp;nbsp; He insisted on helping give her a bottle (even though she's almost as big as him)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6aiaP_F4RI/AAAAAAAAAds/eMCq6iaK4ks/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6aiaP_F4RI/AAAAAAAAAds/eMCq6iaK4ks/s400/IMG_2106.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew he REALLY loved Addison when he shared his Elmo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6akPkRND_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/z-31lt_pQ60/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6akPkRND_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/z-31lt_pQ60/s400/IMG_2114.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure you guys noticed I didn't post any outdoor pictures of Bricen.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to focus on the "girls of the day"; his pictures will follow in a couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-8005670178798944236?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8005670178798944236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-has-sprung.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8005670178798944236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8005670178798944236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6ZcLPywn3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/G-oHZZHkV14/s72-c/IMG_2029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-6565831789121614444</id><published>2010-03-18T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:44:01.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We share in our house (even when we shouldn't)!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day, Bricen was eating his morning snack of yogurt when I heard the words "Lindsey's turn".&amp;nbsp; Bricen, ever the generous soul, was sharing his yogurt with Lindsey.&amp;nbsp; Normally we applaud Bricen when he shares, but well......I wasn't really sure what to say in this case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LJxRLN34I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MpjvIjeBN9I/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LJxRLN34I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MpjvIjeBN9I/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take a wild guess who's Lindsey (or maybe I should ask WHAT is Lindsey)?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LKmchVAOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/L9-Y8P2Mmsw/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LKmchVAOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/L9-Y8P2Mmsw/s400/IMG_1891.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LMbYxqm3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/N-VxTyPUb_8/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LMbYxqm3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/N-VxTyPUb_8/s400/IMG_1892.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, Lindsey is our 12 1/2 year old Lab.&amp;nbsp; We have 3 dogs, but Lindsey is Bricen's favorite.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's why he felt the need to share his treat.&amp;nbsp; We've been working on helping Bricen share his toys, so I couldn't say anything negative to him (actually I giggled quite a bit).&amp;nbsp; Looks like&amp;nbsp;he's got the concept down pat!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Note: I took the spoon away before Bricen had a chance to take another bite with it; he screamed "Bricen's turn" while I got another spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't worry about Bricen missing a few bites of his snack.&amp;nbsp; The next day, Lindsey returned the favor by sharing her food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LNV8WFecI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CpZ6qaJnMvY/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LNV8WFecI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CpZ6qaJnMvY/s400/IMG_1898.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, I got to Bricen&amp;nbsp; before he ate any dog food (at least I think I did).&amp;nbsp; Maybe I need to grab Bricen instead of the camera, but boy, I love the pictures!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-6565831789121614444?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/6565831789121614444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-share-in-our-house-even-when-we.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6565831789121614444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/6565831789121614444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-share-in-our-house-even-when-we.html' title='We share in our house (even when we shouldn&apos;t)!!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S6LJxRLN34I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MpjvIjeBN9I/s72-c/IMG_1890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2700256566214298631</id><published>2010-03-15T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:34:01.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His World</title><content type='html'>Well, it was rude to wait almost an entire week to udate&amp;nbsp;after saying Bricen was under the weather!!&amp;nbsp; In my defensive, my elderly parents&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;spend&amp;nbsp;the entire week in&amp;nbsp;my house while my siblings and I&amp;nbsp;remodeled their house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bricen was sick to his stomach until Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; His appetite&amp;nbsp;is 100% back to&amp;nbsp;normal; however, he&amp;nbsp;hasn't totally returned to baseline.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While&amp;nbsp;grocery shopping Friday night, he started crawling after 10 minutes in the store.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;happened again Saturday when&amp;nbsp;we visited the mall to purchase&amp;nbsp;him new shoes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;dropped to his knees and started&amp;nbsp;happily crawling&amp;nbsp;though the mall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When picked up, he screamed to be put&amp;nbsp;down, only to return to crawling.&amp;nbsp; In his world, crawling is&amp;nbsp;a 100% acceptable mode of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday,&amp;nbsp;I decided if&amp;nbsp;he couldn't walk beside me, I'd crawl beside him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had a blast being a meowing cat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S555LGgo0fI/AAAAAAAAAas/efmTPQ92-eY/s1600-h/IMG_2004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S555LGgo0fI/AAAAAAAAAas/efmTPQ92-eY/s400/IMG_2004.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A barking dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S553vHCzE-I/AAAAAAAAAak/D2bq4KHVYTg/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S553vHCzE-I/AAAAAAAAAak/D2bq4KHVYTg/s400/IMG_2000.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And a neighing horse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S556LzmWYdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LrWSaSSMLLw/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S556LzmWYdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LrWSaSSMLLw/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have faith that by this time next week, he'll be back to walking 100% of the time, but until then his world will be the norm for my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S559NdB5EgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Vhipy6UrKYA/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S559NdB5EgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Vhipy6UrKYA/s400/IMG_2006.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S553vHCzE-I/AAAAAAAAAak/D2bq4KHVYTg/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2700256566214298631?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2700256566214298631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/his-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2700256566214298631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2700256566214298631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/his-world.html' title='His World'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S555LGgo0fI/AAAAAAAAAas/efmTPQ92-eY/s72-c/IMG_2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5273917907594443534</id><published>2010-03-09T11:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:39:21.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>Bricen's school called yesterday because he was vomiting.&amp;nbsp; A stomach virus had been making its way though the school and it appears&amp;nbsp;to have&amp;nbsp;found Bricen.&amp;nbsp; He slept most of the afternoon which is unusual since he stopped napping about a year ago.&amp;nbsp; Last night he didn't have much of an appetite but was drinking enough to keep him hydrated.&amp;nbsp; He's still asleep this morning; we're praying he wakes up with his appetite back and feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed in the fact that Bricen's never sick, so any illness, however minor, gets our attention.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With his last cold, he was sleeping 16 hours a day and crawled as often as he walked for a couple of days.&amp;nbsp; Scary stuff indeed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note (seems like I always have a side note), we had a huge family weekend giving my parents house a make over.&amp;nbsp; My parents (Bricen's great grandparents) came to my house for an extended stay while&amp;nbsp; my brothers, sisters, all the grandchildren and I painted, replaced carpet and deep cleaned their entire house.&amp;nbsp; We had&amp;nbsp;a great supervisor - here she is pointing&amp;nbsp;out a spot I missed while painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S5aAy58hthI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dkxv-dLRvRo/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S5aAy58hthI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dkxv-dLRvRo/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The little cutie is Addison, aka Addy, my nephew's 9 month old&amp;nbsp;daughter.&amp;nbsp; She is the sweetest little girl with a great personality;&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;kept us smiling all day.&amp;nbsp; One of her favorite past times while in her pack and play was smashing her face against the sides.&amp;nbsp; She'd press her face on the mesh, all the while giggling and laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S5aF1eahCPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5c0PkNazA6M/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S5aF1eahCPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5c0PkNazA6M/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-5273917907594443534?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5273917907594443534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-weather.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5273917907594443534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5273917907594443534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S5aAy58hthI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dkxv-dLRvRo/s72-c/IMG_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8595319807428739163</id><published>2010-03-06T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:31:05.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Rounds</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (Friday, March 5th) was the Grand Round Family Meeting with Dr. C. About 25 people were in attendance, two of which were adults with mito. The first half of the meeting consisted of a slide presentation. The presentation was basically Mito 101, and although I didn’t learn any new information, it was very well put together and really broke all the medical “mumbo jumbo” into lay men’s terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the meeting was a question and answer period, and the part I found most informative. It was both enlightening and touching. By the end of the time, almost all had shared a short overview of their loved ones story and asked questions centered on their concerns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions centered on Bricen’s conflicting muscle BX results. As soon as I mentioned the DNA copy was 166% above normal, he asked if Bricen was autistic. I was floored, because although Bricen isn’t “classic” autistic, he has several strong autistic traits. Dr. C said there is growing support that a link between autistic traits and above normal DNA copy exists. That’s not to say all children with mito and autistic traits have elevated DNA copy, but it’s one of the markers. On to the $64,000 question - a negative ECT, but all other tests point to mitochondrial involvement. Should we discard or back off from the mito path in search of other illnesses/conditions? His response was the ETC test was only one of many and although it could confirm mito, he never discounts mito based on a negative ETC if other tests and findings support a mito dysfunction or disease. He stated the ETC was no longer the gold standard in answering “mito or not”. He feels the muscle bx is important, but all aspects of the results should be considered, not just the ETC. Of course, without seeing Bricen or his records, he could only speak in general terms, but said mito could still be the answer. Upon hearing Bricen suffered from optic nerve atrophy, he asked if Optic Atrophy Type 1 (OPA1) had been ruled out. OPA1 has never been mentioned, but we couldn’t say for sure if this type of mito had been tested (something to look into next week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other items bought up by families in attendance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sleep patterns – Dr C feels all persons suspected of mito have a sleep study. Unidentified sleep problems are common in mito patients and he said lack of sleep reaps havoc on mitochondrial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eating – all persons suspected of mito should eat the amount of calories needed to maintain a healthy BMI each and every day. In the case of obesity, the patient should not reduce the amount of calories under the idea BMI threshold, but should instead exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Exercise – speaking of exercise, any exercise (even if it’s only lifting a can of mixed veggies from a wheelchair) can increase mitochondrial function by 20%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Prognosis – in most cases is impossible to predict &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• “Probable” mito – stated a patient is only give a firm mito dx if all other conditions are ruled out or if an indisputable finding (ETC, mtDNA, etc) is discovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there are other items, but it’s late and my brain is already asleep!! If anyone has the chance to attend a grand round, it’s well worth the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of us with muscle bx that raised more questions than answers (like negative ETC’s when everything else points to mito dysfunction), we need to follow our instincts and our “gut” feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8595319807428739163?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8595319807428739163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/grand-rounds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8595319807428739163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8595319807428739163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/grand-rounds.html' title='Grand Rounds'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5226909956162698150</id><published>2010-03-05T08:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:19:00.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed to a Mito Family Meeting Today</title><content type='html'>We're headed to Louisville, KY today for Grand Rounds. "Grand Rounds" are sponsored by the United Mitochondrial Disease Foundation, and are staged though out the United States to raise mito awareness in the medical community. In addition to the doctor conference, there's a "family meeting" where families are invited to hear a guest speaker. Dr. Bruce Cohen, a leading expert in mito, is today's speaker. We hope to learn addition information about mito and perhaps hear of new advancements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family meeting is only two hours, so we're driving up and back today. We're so excited, it's our first opportunity to hear about mito first hand!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different subject, Bricen is doing GREAT&amp;nbsp; potty training.&amp;nbsp; He's in "big boy" underwear all day -&amp;nbsp;including school - and aside from the occasion accident, is totally trained to "pee pee in the potty".&amp;nbsp; We havened had the same success in the "number two" department (I know, too much information), but I'm sure it'll happen soon enough.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't be prouder of our little guy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-5226909956162698150?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5226909956162698150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/headed-to-mito-family-meeting-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5226909956162698150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5226909956162698150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/headed-to-mito-family-meeting-today.html' title='Headed to a Mito Family Meeting Today'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2933687101904941535</id><published>2010-03-03T20:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:06:50.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>Following is a look inside one mothers view on dealing with the grief associated with having a special needs child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I sit on the park bench eating cheesy popcorn and watching young children on the playground. I am enjoying the day, the sun on my face, and the smell of fresh grass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Randomly I think, I wish Samantha could run and play with these kiddos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there it is, the cold hand in my cheesy popcorn; the presence taking up too much space on the park bench, blocking my sunshine. My Grief…. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Really?” I say. “I didn’t invite you. Get your hand out of my cheesy corn.” Instead, I end up having to scoot over, making more room for my Grief. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grief comes and goes when I least expect it. I’ll be in my car, driving along listening to music and I’ll catch it in the corner of my eye, kicking the back of my seat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey Heather.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Aww crap, what are you doing here?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s been a while. I thought I would stop in for a visit.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Well, make sure you fasten your seatbelt and be quiet. Samantha’s sleeping and I don’t want you to wake her up.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Can I change the station?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Can I play with the window?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No, you can just come along for the ride.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we go on the ride together; fingernails thumping on the dashboard as a reminder of who decided to show up today. Yes, I am quite aware of your presence, you don’t need to remind me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grief’s appearance used to rattle me, send me into the bathroom, crying hysterically. Render me worthless for a day. Sometimes it still does but as Grief has been established as a consistent visitor in our household, we have drawn up a contract. We have an agreement. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the mom of Samantha, a child who does not walk or talk, a child who is suffering from a mitochondrial disease, I will grieve. I will grieve for many dreams that will not come to fruition. I will grieve for a life I thought would be different. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will grieve at times. And I will not grieve at times. I will laugh at times. I will not laugh at times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grief can come into our house but is not allowed to stay. If allowed to stay, it would devour the corners of our house. It would suck up the oxygen in the room. It would consume me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that is not acceptable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grief tends to run within the Special Needs community. I bump into him quite often. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daughter had pneumonia. She is in the hospital on a ventilator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look around and see Grief, sitting on the couch, smugly picking at dirty fingernails. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I meet those who sadly keep very, very close company with this unwanted guest. Grief hangs over them like a shroud. It is hard to laugh. It is hard to love. Because in copious amounts Grief tends to ooze; like a nasty septic wound…draining life from us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we still have to laugh, we still have to play, we still have to live….life carries on…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;….and on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....and on…. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot, at the end of my life say….well, it was long, hard and I was sad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprisingly, our relationship is not based entirely on conflict. My interactions with Grief have allowed me to see myself entirely raw, unprotected, and exposed. At times I feel that I have lost my skin…..yes, here I am. Be careful, that’s my beating heart you see there. Oh no, no, do not touch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am no longer afraid to approach others regarding their own tragedies. I bring up the tough conversations. How is your mother? I am sorry for your loss. I am so sorry your daughter is in the hospital. I hug, I cry, I listen. Not because I am an uber-sensitive but because I know Grief sometimes travels alone except when he travels with his favorites… Isolation and Loneliness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes Grief shows up at a party…..drinks my wine, eats my last bite of fudgy dessert. It’s an annoyance really but since Grief is not a constant life guest, I have learned to tolerate the time we spend together. Sometimes we even enjoy an introspective moment or two. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have set the rules and sometimes they are followed. We cannot have a permanent impy, uninvited, grievous house guest...we don't have the room...not in our lives, not in my heart...life is too short and despite the bad things that can happen... life is too sweet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truer words were never spoken.&amp;nbsp; However, the&amp;nbsp;pure joy of having&amp;nbsp;a "special" child in your life quickly&amp;nbsp;becomes&amp;nbsp;the number one feeling and grief "visits" less often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S48Uqy2PEMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ejPiDw5i4Bc/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S48Uqy2PEMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ejPiDw5i4Bc/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1758.JPG" width="353" /&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/7225149969499042254-2933687101904941535?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2933687101904941535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/grief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2933687101904941535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2933687101904941535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/03/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S48Uqy2PEMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ejPiDw5i4Bc/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-511813495242290258</id><published>2010-02-27T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:45:52.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Bricen suffers from reflux and because of this, his teeth are at a greater risk of forming cavities. But don't worry,&amp;nbsp;he went to the dentist yesterday and his teeth are in perfect condition!!!!&amp;nbsp; The dentist did note his teeth were close&amp;nbsp;together and instructed us to start flossing.&lt;br /&gt;Flossing his teeth will be easier said than done.&amp;nbsp; The only way to brush his teeth is to put him in a headlock.&amp;nbsp; I'm not kidding, we're tried everything under the sun to help him over come his oral sensory issues as they relate to teeth brushing; however, NOTHING has&amp;nbsp;worked.&amp;nbsp; So three times a day, we wrestle with him so his pearly whites stay pearly white.&amp;nbsp; We might have to resort to hog tying him to floss his teeth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile makes every battle worth the effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S4loChBVzvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ys8i7Fcj59g/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S4loChBVzvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ys8i7Fcj59g/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7225149969499042254-511813495242290258?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/511813495242290258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/511813495242290258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/511813495242290258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S4loChBVzvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ys8i7Fcj59g/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2024219258941808136</id><published>2010-02-23T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:23:57.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Eye Doctor We Went</title><content type='html'>Today was Bricen's annual visit to Vanderbilt's Lion Eye Center.&amp;nbsp; The visit itself was uneventful.&amp;nbsp; Bricen's optic nerve atrophy is at "steady state" (YEAHHHH).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dr. E&amp;nbsp;(who appears to be in his late 50's) stated Bricen's optic nerves were some of the palest he's encountered during his career (read - his eyes are bad).&lt;br /&gt;Dr. E&amp;nbsp;seemed&amp;nbsp;genuine happy&amp;nbsp;to hear&amp;nbsp;Bricen was headed to Houston.&amp;nbsp; In addition to&amp;nbsp;(maybe) getting answers to what's going on with Bricen overall, he said Baylor in Houston&amp;nbsp;was leading the nation in&amp;nbsp;researching optic nerve atrophy caused by&amp;nbsp;mitochondrial disease and had actually improved several patients vision!!!!&amp;nbsp; It's way to early to know if&amp;nbsp;Bricen is a candidate for this treatment (we're not even sure if he has&amp;nbsp;mito), but the mere fact that this brand new treatment (only available for 6 months) exists is a huge step forward.&amp;nbsp; Any mito&amp;nbsp;research, whether it helps your child (or&amp;nbsp;grandchild) or not, is a huge step forward!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dr. E saw nothing in the exam that would cause eye pain, so we'll just wait and see if Bricen mentions his eyes hurting again.&lt;br /&gt;Before the eye appointment, we had to drop by Vanderbilt Children's to get labs drawn.&amp;nbsp; Bricen acted like any three year old getting his blood drawn, but the big news was he peed in the cup like a big boy!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh OK, I bribed him with a balloon, but still it was exciting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I've sneaked something in on you guys....we've been working on potty training Bricen for the past&amp;nbsp;two weeks and he's doing really good.&amp;nbsp; Good enough to peed in a cup on command!!!!&amp;nbsp; He loves his "singing" potty.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it actually plays a little tune as a reward.&amp;nbsp; Which is great for our little music loving prince!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bricen's "throne"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S4SaaypEcfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KDa8bRnTAP4/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="365" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S4SaaypEcfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KDa8bRnTAP4/s400/IMG_1998.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2024219258941808136?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2024219258941808136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-eye-doctor-we-went.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2024219258941808136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2024219258941808136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-eye-doctor-we-went.html' title='To the Eye Doctor We Went'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S4SaaypEcfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KDa8bRnTAP4/s72-c/IMG_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-5900367003966359670</id><published>2010-02-18T13:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:20:33.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eyes Hurt"</title><content type='html'>We've heard those words, combined with whining and pressing on his eyes, three times in the past few days.&amp;nbsp; Don't know whats up with the little fellow.&amp;nbsp; The last time he had an ear ache, he held his ear saying "ear hurt".&amp;nbsp; We called his ped yesterday, who advised we call his pediatric ophthalmologist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The ophthalmologist office hasn't returned our phone call, but luckily Bricen's yearly visit is next week (23th), so if they can't see him this week, he's assured an appointment next week.&lt;br /&gt;His nose isn't running and he doesn't seem stopped up, but it may be that's he's having headaches and is expressing the pain as "eyes hurt".&amp;nbsp; His ped said to call him back if the ophthalmologist didn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;With his optic nerve atrophy, anything happening with his eyes is scary!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was on a "cyber" break during Christmas, here's a couple of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S32O_gO_tjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IFUCwGPVdQA/s1600-h/Copy+of+christmas+card+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S32O_gO_tjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IFUCwGPVdQA/s320/Copy+of+christmas+card+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S32SG-A5tEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/C85Dd0-fg4g/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S32SG-A5tEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/C85Dd0-fg4g/s320/Copy+of+IMG_1784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7225149969499042254-5900367003966359670?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/5900367003966359670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyes-hurt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5900367003966359670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/5900367003966359670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyes-hurt.html' title='&quot;Eyes Hurt&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S32O_gO_tjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IFUCwGPVdQA/s72-c/Copy+of+christmas+card+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4497556539916150399</id><published>2010-02-14T08:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:57:09.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>This past Friday, Bricen's preschool class had their Valentine party.&amp;nbsp; Bricen loves school and we, in turn, love all his teachers and class mates.&amp;nbsp; He's made many friends...some real&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dvLbHUXQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HdGe7tSFAXY/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dvLbHUXQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HdGe7tSFAXY/s400/IMG_0435.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dvuVRG77I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Kbj0kWd6t14/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dvuVRG77I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Kbj0kWd6t14/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dwJKWgrHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PqIfpO1NiiM/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dwJKWgrHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PqIfpO1NiiM/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And some just offer a little comfort during a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dw0i-wOzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/h7nwFGYocKM/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="357" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dw0i-wOzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/h7nwFGYocKM/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out the cute little valentine boxes Bricen's mom made by hand - one for each child in the class!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dxcJUVASI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9D4NmE7ATx0/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="337" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dxcJUVASI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9D4NmE7ATx0/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the party, I bought him home with me for a surprise from Grammie and Grumpy....a sea of ballons!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dysOV3HOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XK9hxXPKmiw/s1600-h/IMG_1992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dysOV3HOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XK9hxXPKmiw/s400/IMG_1992.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dzEbxk7_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/mdOGUTSpZQA/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dzEbxk7_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/mdOGUTSpZQA/s400/IMG_1979.JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dzi-OA0qI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hHhRC8g9xCg/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dzi-OA0qI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hHhRC8g9xCg/s400/IMG_1983.JPG" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day....from our hearts to yours!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3d0TXBlgHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jVVuq9XN-4w/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3d0TXBlgHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jVVuq9XN-4w/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1993.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&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/7225149969499042254-4497556539916150399?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4497556539916150399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4497556539916150399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4497556539916150399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3dvLbHUXQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HdGe7tSFAXY/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-4880241427015831213</id><published>2010-02-12T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:02:14.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Dodger</title><content type='html'>No, we don't hurl diapers at Bricen's head, forcing him to dodge them (although he probably would think it was fun)!!! The game is him dodging us after he hears the words "lets change your diaper".&amp;nbsp; In the pictures below, he's hidden behind the screen in the corner of the great room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3B05sgc6cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hpj27AzP3ow/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3B05sgc6cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hpj27AzP3ow/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1661.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His expression is one of "catch me if you can"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3B2G7GcH7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OdXMh7cMdIU/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3B2G7GcH7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OdXMh7cMdIU/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1662.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't you agree it's time to potty train?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-4880241427015831213?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/4880241427015831213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/diaper-dodger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4880241427015831213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/4880241427015831213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/diaper-dodger.html' title='Diaper Dodger'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3B05sgc6cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hpj27AzP3ow/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-502323852221246390</id><published>2010-02-08T14:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:58:15.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, Bricen Made a Mess"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these five words, spoken in an exasperated tone by Bricen, brings a sense of dread to all within ear shot.&amp;nbsp; Why you ask???? The old saying "a picture is worth a thousand words" comes to mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BvjB848QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WET1r1q_Sfs/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BvjB848QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WET1r1q_Sfs/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1915.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BpneFpm1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZxC-5QNU-og/s1600-h/IMG_1909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BpneFpm1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZxC-5QNU-og/s400/IMG_1909.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He learned the expression by hearing it repeated over and over by the adults in his life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BwbAMaMyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kVs_hZuYja4/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BwbAMaMyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kVs_hZuYja4/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1907.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BwrH_XGhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aEEgXdIHFJs/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BwrH_XGhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aEEgXdIHFJs/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1906.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, we may be exasperated by his actions, but he seems quite proud.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BxoyjaypI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YGDdlkmr5wo/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BxoyjaypI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YGDdlkmr5wo/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1928.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3Bx5EunPSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-Pg2m1F10CY/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3Bx5EunPSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-Pg2m1F10CY/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1930.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He really&amp;nbsp;IS a silly monkey!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3ByQBB4TrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ypsSbZ2_3V8/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3ByQBB4TrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ypsSbZ2_3V8/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1904.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-502323852221246390?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/502323852221246390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-bricen-made-mess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/502323852221246390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/502323852221246390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-bricen-made-mess.html' title='&quot;Oh, Bricen Made a Mess&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S3BvjB848QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WET1r1q_Sfs/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_1915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-3591360671891915035</id><published>2010-02-02T19:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:25:03.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland - a rare treat in Nashville, TN</title><content type='html'>Here is Nashville, a mere&amp;nbsp;1" of snow shuts the city down.&amp;nbsp; So the recent 4"&amp;nbsp; snow fall was a real treat (especially since I'm&amp;nbsp;not working right now and therefore don't have to drive in it)!! For the first time in his young life, Bricen got the chance to play in&amp;nbsp;snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting on several layers of clothes, we ventured out&amp;nbsp;for a romp in the snow.&amp;nbsp; However, Bricen wasn't quite sure&amp;nbsp;whether he was in a wonderland or a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jJdj7g-kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ujoDM8eFusE/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jJdj7g-kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ujoDM8eFusE/s400/IMG_1933.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After a few minutes of coaxing, he became interested in the "know".&amp;nbsp; The greatest problem after that was convincing him to keep his gloves on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jKoDoBZAI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JHG16Z-64io/s1600-h/IMG_1935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jKoDoBZAI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JHG16Z-64io/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jLCDVlr0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/vZxvPsrtxkE/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jLCDVlr0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/vZxvPsrtxkE/s400/IMG_1950.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We walked to the mail box and down the road (don't worry we live out in the country).&amp;nbsp; By this time, Bricen was happily walking along.&amp;nbsp; He even let go of my hand and walked 10' away from me so he could "touch&amp;nbsp;know one more time".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jL2cWVKpI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NwLvNyn41CY/s1600-h/IMG_1955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jL2cWVKpI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NwLvNyn41CY/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No snow day would be complete without snow balls!!&amp;nbsp; Bricen kept smashing them in his gloved hand&amp;nbsp;and getting mad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After telling him "be gentle", he managed to hold one for over 5 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jN5-duNJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VlaWmZYI-gQ/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jN5-duNJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VlaWmZYI-gQ/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jONheQyCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CoSvlWLOY1s/s1600-h/IMG_1965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jONheQyCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CoSvlWLOY1s/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His feet may have left little&amp;nbsp;footprints in the snow, but they left huge tracks in my heart!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jPn5XlRUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LbIg0DjM6lw/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jPn5XlRUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LbIg0DjM6lw/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1962.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&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/7225149969499042254-3591360671891915035?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/3591360671891915035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-rare-treat-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3591360671891915035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/3591360671891915035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-rare-treat-in.html' title='Winter Wonderland - a rare treat in Nashville, TN'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2jJdj7g-kI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ujoDM8eFusE/s72-c/IMG_1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-8429756655771000456</id><published>2010-01-31T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:56:24.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle BX results - some answers, some questions (mostly questions)</title><content type='html'>All tests were complete and returned from Baylor to Dr L’s Vanderbilt office on January 15th. The muscle BX surgery was December 3rd, so the turnaround was 6 weeks and 1 day. We were stunned when we received the call with the results so quickly.&amp;nbsp;We didn’t understand all the medical jargon (really who does????), so we waited for the written summaries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;ETC - Reports states “Deficiencies in ETC were not detected”.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two were on the borderline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Mitochondrial DNA Copy Number in Skeletal Muscle – Reports states “Mitochondrial DNA content in the muscle specimen of this individual is approximately 166% of the mean with muscle and tissue matched controls. This increase in mtDNA content could suggest a compensatory amplification common to mitochondrial dysfunctions. Increased mtDNA content has been observed in patients with point mutation&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mitochondrial tRNA genes or with mtDNA deletion. Test results should be interpreted in the context of the patient’s clinical and family history.”&lt;/strong&gt; Dr. L has ordered mtDNA testing on the muscle sample. Plasma mtDNA testing was conducted in June and came back negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; Electron Microscopy –Report states “There are autolytic changes manifest by mitochondrial swelling. The mitochondria are mildly pleomorphic but otherwise unremarkable. The findings are nonspecific.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Staining – Reports states “There is moderate variation in fiber sizes, with disproportionate atrophy of type 1 fibers”.&lt;/strong&gt; There were other points in the report; however the size variation and atrophy were the only items noted as abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although his ETC was clear, the other test still point to mitochondrial involvement.&amp;nbsp;So, we're not sure what all this means for Bricen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return to Dr. L on March 18th. By then he should have the muscle mtDNA results. Dr. L is great; however, I see a trip to Dr K in Houston in our future.&amp;nbsp; More waiting...what fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break from all things medical, but now am back and will restart blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later about Bricen first romp in the snow, but for now here's a preview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2XuFJHmuRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LJ2l40fdmyA/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2XuFJHmuRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LJ2l40fdmyA/s400/IMG_1969.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-8429756655771000456?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/8429756655771000456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/01/muscle-bx-results-some-answers-some.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8429756655771000456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/8429756655771000456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2010/01/muscle-bx-results-some-answers-some.html' title='Muscle BX results - some answers, some questions (mostly questions)'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S2XuFJHmuRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LJ2l40fdmyA/s72-c/IMG_1969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225149969499042254.post-2549404237681242701</id><published>2009-12-14T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:39:00.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grinch</title><content type='html'>no, not Bricen, but the television special. "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" has long been my favorite Christmas special. It's the ultimate Good over Evil story, highlighting catchy music, adorable little Whovillians and Max, the reluctant dog cohort.&lt;br /&gt;I eagerly searched the guide for the first showing and, with great excitement, hit "record".&amp;nbsp; Visions of sitting on the couch, sharing in the Grinch's ghastlier deeds filled me with joy.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, I pulled Bricen into my lap and hit "play".&amp;nbsp; Bricen promptly got off my lap to go stand&amp;nbsp;in front of&amp;nbsp;the television and dance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/SyalmE8zniI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gVxQCL6jW_0/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/SyalmE8zniI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gVxQCL6jW_0/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As soon as the first song stopped playing Bricen said "more Grinch".&amp;nbsp; I tried to convince him the Grinch was still playing, but he cared nothing about hearing the story.&amp;nbsp; I fast forwarded to all the different songs, but Bricen's favorite was the first song.&amp;nbsp; So, for the rest of the weekend, Bricen would walk up to me saying "watch Grinch".&amp;nbsp; As soon as the intro song was complete he'd bring me the remote to rewind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I estimate this weekend&amp;nbsp;we watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"&amp;nbsp;50 times; well, more accurately the first three minutes of&amp;nbsp;"How the Grinch Stole Christmas"&amp;nbsp;50 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/Syal_ccJghI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hsN1WMT-ryQ/s1600-h/IMG_1868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/Syal_ccJghI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hsN1WMT-ryQ/s400/IMG_1868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/SyamfWsVOdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ixTwkzr4MzI/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/SyamfWsVOdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ixTwkzr4MzI/s400/IMG_1866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm delighted, Bricen loves the Grinch as much as I; he just loves a shorter version!!!!! &amp;nbsp;My vision of sitting on the couch sugglied together watching the story unfold changed to me sitting on the floor, swaying in time to the music and hitting rewind over and over....and you know what?&amp;nbsp; It filled me as much&amp;nbsp;joy as my orginal version ever could (maybe even more)!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225149969499042254-2549404237681242701?l=bricensway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/feeds/2549404237681242701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2009/12/grinch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2549404237681242701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7225149969499042254/posts/default/2549404237681242701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bricensway.blogspot.com/2009/12/grinch.html' title='The Grinch'/><author><name>Cheryl and Bricen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847169862023749676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/S7kYuHF8luI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FVFcAzYQthM/S220/Copy+of+IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-CeWXLHGBM/SyalmE8zniI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gVxQCL6jW_0/s72-c/IMG_1829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
