<?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-4165485076940567641</id><updated>2011-10-07T15:44:27.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bori Story</title><subtitle type='html'>A Journal of Our Wonderful Life ________________________________________ as an Eternal Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-733908524254989199</id><published>2011-02-13T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:56:56.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget Scrabble. Forget Settlers of Catan. Cranium, Jenga, Candyland. They've got nothing on Isaac. Now THIS is a game I could play all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2aeae53fd76fb795" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aeae53fd76fb795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29DA5ADABC9390AE4A4B97AEB4D33CE12D274797.4FE5F057F533C1A358C445418FD884626C5350C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aeae53fd76fb795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-rqEATnpwspb9gYIgcdN5NL2M5Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aeae53fd76fb795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29DA5ADABC9390AE4A4B97AEB4D33CE12D274797.4FE5F057F533C1A358C445418FD884626C5350C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aeae53fd76fb795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-rqEATnpwspb9gYIgcdN5NL2M5Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a puddle yet??&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/4165485076940567641-733908524254989199?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/733908524254989199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=733908524254989199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/733908524254989199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/733908524254989199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/02/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-594975149574706998</id><published>2011-02-13T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:40:26.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S I C K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NWxWXe_NM/TVi_iB7yynI/AAAAAAAACDQ/fMKKfTxf0SU/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NWxWXe_NM/TVi_iB7yynI/AAAAAAAACDQ/fMKKfTxf0SU/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573415130226674290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how we have spent February to this point. I would like you to note that it is the 13th. That is 2 WEEKS and almost officially half of the month. It's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S- sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I- ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C- crabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K- kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Flu bug, We hate your stinkin guts. You made us vomit! You're the scum between our toes. Love, Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmzlEHk51lw/TVi_hq0yC-I/AAAAAAAACDI/3bjjzOSkcLA/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmzlEHk51lw/TVi_hq0yC-I/AAAAAAAACDI/3bjjzOSkcLA/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573415124023249890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4165485076940567641-594975149574706998?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/594975149574706998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=594975149574706998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/594975149574706998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/594975149574706998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/02/s-i-c-k.html' title='S I C K'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NWxWXe_NM/TVi_iB7yynI/AAAAAAAACDQ/fMKKfTxf0SU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7891209597197071972</id><published>2011-02-13T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:34:13.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the day away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If food naps and diaper changes weren't necessary, we could spend all day every day at the park! It is one of the blessings of Arizona winters, and we take full advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a self portrait while holding on to a wiggly/giggly baby and swinging: not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1k1ZLd3uutY/TVi8mcrPpYI/AAAAAAAACDA/e7MpxnvwYUY/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1k1ZLd3uutY/TVi8mcrPpYI/AAAAAAAACDA/e7MpxnvwYUY/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573411907589612930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wiggly/giggly baby still so cute that the failed self portraits still made it to the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9aVXHko89w/TVi8mCwxb2I/AAAAAAAACC4/CgZk0QvRook/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9aVXHko89w/TVi8mCwxb2I/AAAAAAAACC4/CgZk0QvRook/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573411900633476962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently given the nickname "Isaac the Explorer". If there is something to climb, throw or put in your mouth... he is your man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIlYy7wZ5v4/TVi8l654KHI/AAAAAAAACCw/xLou47WKPB4/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIlYy7wZ5v4/TVi8l654KHI/AAAAAAAACCw/xLou47WKPB4/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573411898524182642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure this is the way they *want* you to play with the dirt... but it worked for Scott. I did clean it up as good as possible with a baby on your hip and another child running full speed towards to street. I swear I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb50a70bc8f3110c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb50a70bc8f3110c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A193463E64B4982D2FC6B677DAA057220EFDB8.58DC48BE3FD7E6EE1FF6C20F1EE6D9322DB2CF6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb50a70bc8f3110c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdW1C9Qx5CpjiaoTEBltK9sloICw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb50a70bc8f3110c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A193463E64B4982D2FC6B677DAA057220EFDB8.58DC48BE3FD7E6EE1FF6C20F1EE6D9322DB2CF6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb50a70bc8f3110c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdW1C9Qx5CpjiaoTEBltK9sloICw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-7891209597197071972?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7891209597197071972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7891209597197071972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7891209597197071972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7891209597197071972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-day-away.html' title='Play the day away...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1k1ZLd3uutY/TVi8mcrPpYI/AAAAAAAACDA/e7MpxnvwYUY/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1768611669701991560</id><published>2011-02-13T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:22:34.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThjyN5DmxG8/TVi7pWDBIUI/AAAAAAAACCo/ZDs0DLwbPZw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThjyN5DmxG8/TVi7pWDBIUI/AAAAAAAACCo/ZDs0DLwbPZw/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573410857838256450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are a few things in life that make me so happy I could squeal. One of those things is seeing my boys interact. So often, I am playing referee or yelling at one to stop bugging the other. It's easy to think they will never be friends, or feel like a failure. Then you catch a moment like this... and everything is right in the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPHgQxd544Y/TVi7pJZDJ1I/AAAAAAAACCg/WrYQk4WaXKs/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPHgQxd544Y/TVi7pJZDJ1I/AAAAAAAACCg/WrYQk4WaXKs/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573410854441002834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-1768611669701991560?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1768611669701991560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1768611669701991560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1768611669701991560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1768611669701991560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/02/storytime.html' title='Storytime'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThjyN5DmxG8/TVi7pWDBIUI/AAAAAAAACCo/ZDs0DLwbPZw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5578030588948769425</id><published>2011-01-27T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:49:34.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you chance to meet a frown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott is a man of many faces. Recently, he started doing "angry eyes" and has since added to his range of wordless emotional expression. Allow him to demonstrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-924ce5bd76bce49d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D924ce5bd76bce49d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E5000A0840BA02E2F5FF81ED27E793965EEE87E.50B7E7813FF1320604014DD8EA00D3E8BF3C1407%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D924ce5bd76bce49d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLFRd45xIPxUllFyUmrInyplPZ2o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D924ce5bd76bce49d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E5000A0840BA02E2F5FF81ED27E793965EEE87E.50B7E7813FF1320604014DD8EA00D3E8BF3C1407%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D924ce5bd76bce49d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLFRd45xIPxUllFyUmrInyplPZ2o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this video is when he is doing his "silly face". The reason for this is the the "silly faces" he is doing are NOT anything like the silly faces I am making for him to copy. Something definitely got lost in translation!&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/4165485076940567641-5578030588948769425?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5578030588948769425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5578030588948769425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5578030588948769425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5578030588948769425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-chance-to-meet-frown.html' title='If you chance to meet a frown...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8740948960350373513</id><published>2011-01-26T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:45:13.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teddy Bear says a Prayer... then flies into outer space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7UR0DVvs5IA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-8740948960350373513?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8740948960350373513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8740948960350373513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8740948960350373513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8740948960350373513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/prayer-time.html' title='Prayer Time'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7UR0DVvs5IA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4091850250053452217</id><published>2011-01-26T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:44:44.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy went on a date last weekend, and Jenna came to play! Here is a video of Scott telling her a story out of the "Peter Pan" book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_szsqhXeXKY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-4091850250053452217?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4091850250053452217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4091850250053452217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4091850250053452217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4091850250053452217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_szsqhXeXKY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-365096971793097343</id><published>2011-01-25T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:24:32.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This JUST in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, January 25, at approximately 3:13 pm, Isaac David Bori walked 5 steps from the kitchen table to the exersaucer toy! This is the first time in recorded history that Isaac has walked, although he has been taking some steps here and there when prompted and bribed by parents. It is now apparent to everyone that Isaac's mom no longer has a baby in her home, but rather, 2 MOBILE boys! In a national poll, a vast majority of Americans claimed that this child was one of the cutest they had ever seen. 80% of those said he was even cuter than their own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d66d97d19623fe62" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd66d97d19623fe62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3286AC6FF2D8248AB152B34189012B009BB411A4.6C5CAA596DA65A844EFF29B0931040DA6E9A2877%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd66d97d19623fe62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Dh8za4g3mVm7Nj3YpGvikiH7K0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd66d97d19623fe62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3286AC6FF2D8248AB152B34189012B009BB411A4.6C5CAA596DA65A844EFF29B0931040DA6E9A2877%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd66d97d19623fe62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Dh8za4g3mVm7Nj3YpGvikiH7K0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for joining us for this breaking news update. Please stay tuned for further information on Isaac's walking status. And now, back to your regularly scheduled programming.&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/4165485076940567641-365096971793097343?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/365096971793097343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=365096971793097343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/365096971793097343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/365096971793097343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-just-in.html' title='This JUST in...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3249938616444228216</id><published>2011-01-19T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:09:35.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before Scott was even born, I found "Big Dude" "Little Dude" T-shirts and HAD TO BUY THEM! I figured eventually I would have a boy, and eventually said boy would fit into a 3T shirt. I also figured that if I never DID have a boy, I would have no shame in putting a little girl into a "Little Dude" shirt. It was 2 months later that I found out I was pregnant with Scott... so it all worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2009- I had to get pictures even though the "Little Dude" shirt was still a bit big, because I had another little dude coming SOON!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfBuKriU2I/AAAAAAAACCU/NVFoQZ53qHQ/s1600/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfBuKriU2I/AAAAAAAACCU/NVFoQZ53qHQ/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564128863524639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enter next little dude. Problem: I didn't have another "Little Dude" T-shirt! Luckily, my cooler than cool sister Ali made a "Littlest Dude" shirt just for Isaac... and this week, I realized it would FIT! So, we had a forced photo shoot!  My boys are such good sports!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfA9s_uKfI/AAAAAAAACCM/jwvgHAVRxiQ/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfA9s_uKfI/AAAAAAAACCM/jwvgHAVRxiQ/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564128030922516978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes Isaac happier than seeing a camera. That little red "focus" light flashes and he is all cheese and grins. It never fails. And I'm in love with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfA81j6O5I/AAAAAAAACCE/QVA65VQTVSc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfA81j6O5I/AAAAAAAACCE/QVA65VQTVSc/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564128016041917330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My not-so-little "Little Dude". Had a little somethin' somethin' on his face. Don't mind that. Just focus on the cute that's oozing out of his eyeballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfA8fNwKoI/AAAAAAAACB8/pCdshUhsPx8/s1600/Scotty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfA8fNwKoI/AAAAAAAACB8/pCdshUhsPx8/s320/Scotty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564128010043402882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my three dudes!!!&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/4165485076940567641-3249938616444228216?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3249938616444228216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3249938616444228216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3249938616444228216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3249938616444228216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/dudes.html' title='The Dudes'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTfBuKriU2I/AAAAAAAACCU/NVFoQZ53qHQ/s72-c/IMG_1899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3528471500322534153</id><published>2011-01-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:19:25.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheeseburger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized the other day that Isaac has undergone sever "second-child-itis". By this I mean that his first year of life has been sadly under-represented in pictures, blog posts, and the sharing of teeny details with the world. For this, I apologize, to Isaac and to the world! Nobody should miss out on the adorable things that come out of this child every day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In an attempt to redeem myself as a decent mother, blogger, and human being, I will try to put as much as I can remember into this post. Right here, right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM59QIzdpI/AAAAAAAACBk/wQJQ3Fj_PN4/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM59QIzdpI/AAAAAAAACBk/wQJQ3Fj_PN4/s320/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562853689199392402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac hasn't been going to regular dr's appointments like Scott, because we haven't started doing his immunizations, so there is no need to pay a copay just to find out what he weighs... so I don't know all his stats for every 2 months of the past year. I'm not sad about this. Isaac is a healthy, HAPPY, busy baby, and I am confident that everything he is doing is "on track" and "expected" for his age and development. No need for a Dr to confirm!&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did discuss with a Dr when I took Isaac in for a check up when he was around 6 months is his speech. Isaac's tongue tie seemed to be keeping him from speaking, or rather from making ANY NOISE AT ALL! We called him "Ninja Baby" because he was so quiet, and so fast, that he would disappear into the house and I would have to send out a search and rescue to find him (almost always happily playing with a toy, in no danger at all)&lt;br /&gt;The Dr suggested that I go to a feeding specialist, to see if there was anything to be done. I went home, thought about it, and decided I didn't need to pay a feeding specialist. Isaac ate just fine! I started researching speech therapists, and it was during this time that Isaac found his voice. So, no Dr's for him. Isaac SCREAMS at the top of his lungs when anything isn't just the way he likes it. Hunger, boredom, sleepiness, you name it! He stuck with the scream for a LONG time, and paid no mind to our attempts at teaching sign language. He would just smile and laugh when we "got it right" and showed the sign for what he meant. It has only been in the last month that Isaac has #1 really found his tongue and started to stick it out of his mouth and #2 using signs, waving, clapping and using his hands to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this has nothing to do with development, and everything to do with stubborn. If he can't do it perfect, he's just not gonna do it at all! Because as soon as he started, he nailed it all FAST!&lt;br /&gt;Tongue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM58xFtMfI/AAAAAAAACBc/NIhTbqwG648/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM58xFtMfI/AAAAAAAACBc/NIhTbqwG648/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562853680864899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, Isaac is on the VERGE of walking. In the past week, he has taken 2 steps four times, Twice towards his dad, and twice towards nothing in particular. He is getting more brave, and more willing to just stand (although he gets bored quick and wants to get moving!) He blows kisses, gives kisses, does a fishy face, knows where his ears are, claps, waves, points at you and says "doo" (Dude, as his dad and brother taught him... from Finding Nemo), will smile his cheesy smile if you say "SMILE" or "say cheese!", and his dad is currently teaching him to open his mouth WIDE when we say "hungry hippo"     i.e.: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTNEgpTT_nI/AAAAAAAACB0/CchEZ2j7Dw0/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTNEgpTT_nI/AAAAAAAACB0/CchEZ2j7Dw0/s200/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562865292366052978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He is also learning to say more, all done, food, and milk in sign language, as well as saying the words "up" and "more". He knows to go feet first off of things, and loves to climb up and down and all around! One of his favorite games is "peek a boo" and he will cover and uncover his head all day with a blanket as long as you are there to yell "boo!" every time he peeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM59h7t16I/AAAAAAAACBs/qoIxsEXuqyk/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM59h7t16I/AAAAAAAACBs/qoIxsEXuqyk/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562853693976336290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac and his brother have recently become fast friends. Scott loves to have Isaac come in his room and play in his bed, and Isaac is a willing participant. They laugh and wrestle and bounce, and when it gets too rough and Isaac wants out, Scott is never happy that it's over. Maybe one day he will learn to be more gentle so the fun can go on! Isaac putters all over the house with his walker, and his favorite place besides Scott's bed is the tupperware cupboard.  It's like an insta-fort! One of my favorite little things about Isaac is his pinchers. He uses his thumb and pointer finger like tweezers to pick up everything. He is so precise and focused, and it's how he has always done it! Definitely an "Isaac-ism". He also tugs on his ears A LOT! For the longest time, we thought he had an earache, or he was tired... but he just likes his ears. They are like little handles attached right to the side of his own head. So convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM58sBEKJI/AAAAAAAACBU/3Uor86NbPzo/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM58sBEKJI/AAAAAAAACBU/3Uor86NbPzo/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562853679503255698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 11 months, Isaac has collected a slew of nicknames. They include: Beaker, Ninja, Cheeseburger (the most common, and the picture below is why), Cheesy-man, Cheese, Cheddar, Bubs, Inigo Montoya, Isaac-baby, love-bug, and given by his big brother "Isaac the Smoosher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM58R7Wh5I/AAAAAAAACBM/u6MV-cwPat8/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM58R7Wh5I/AAAAAAAACBM/u6MV-cwPat8/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562853672499971986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since it has been discovered that I am not keeping the world updated on my little cheeser as much as I should or would like to, I would like to tell you all that he is THE BEST! Nothing in this life beats the joy that my family brings to my life, and this little man is no exception. Every day he learns or discovers something new, and just watching him grown and learn is a blessing! I can't BELIEVE he is turning one in a month!! I love you, my little Isaac-baby!&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/4165485076940567641-3528471500322534153?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3528471500322534153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3528471500322534153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3528471500322534153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3528471500322534153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheeseburger.html' title='The Cheeseburger'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TTM59QIzdpI/AAAAAAAACBk/wQJQ3Fj_PN4/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6228295885736093966</id><published>2011-01-12T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:45:04.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is not necessary in this house! If there's one thing my kids do not lack, it is hair. Wild hair! I totally know I just shared this picture of Isaac, but I love it! I don't mind looking at it again, so you shouldn't either! A mohawk, a dimple, and 4 buck teeth. What's not to love!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6BrgjB74I/AAAAAAAACA0/2aTcFOczp0Y/s1600/777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6BrgjB74I/AAAAAAAACA0/2aTcFOczp0Y/s320/777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525174320361346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scotty mid-bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6BrYPU09I/AAAAAAAACAs/W5dGnHT2GOA/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6BrYPU09I/AAAAAAAACAs/W5dGnHT2GOA/s320/photo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525172090229714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And post bath (it doesn't get much better when bath time is over...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6Br3VUoUI/AAAAAAAACA8/2mj_mzPUURI/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6Br3VUoUI/AAAAAAAACA8/2mj_mzPUURI/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525180436881730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A side note: Scott is the master of bedhead. He may just rival Bubba for the title of "bed head king". For an example, please see previous "mean eyes" post. And that's not even a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note: Isaac doesn't NEED bedhead, he has 3 cowlicks. 'Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6DE45YZgI/AAAAAAAACBE/MG-gnLBDydM/s1600/690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6DE45YZgI/AAAAAAAACBE/MG-gnLBDydM/s320/690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561526709864916482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4165485076940567641-6228295885736093966?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6228295885736093966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6228295885736093966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6228295885736093966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6228295885736093966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6BrgjB74I/AAAAAAAACA0/2aTcFOczp0Y/s72-c/777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1301782868107213070</id><published>2011-01-12T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:35:34.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for the Faint of Heart</title><content type='html'>Sitting at breakfast, Scott says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom! Look at my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up and see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6AYGG0UPI/AAAAAAAACAk/TwtDumIsj-Y/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6AYGG0UPI/AAAAAAAACAk/TwtDumIsj-Y/s400/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561523741293564146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And hear this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're MEAN eyes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I couldn't stop myself from laughing in his face. Of course he loved that I thought it was funny and I've been receiving lots of "mean eyes" ever since!&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/4165485076940567641-1301782868107213070?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1301782868107213070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1301782868107213070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1301782868107213070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1301782868107213070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-for-faint-of-heart.html' title='Not for the Faint of Heart'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TS6AYGG0UPI/AAAAAAAACAk/TwtDumIsj-Y/s72-c/photo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7418338727422162688</id><published>2011-01-09T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:01:02.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Inigo Montoya would say, "Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI3gEkHhI/AAAAAAAACAc/q3MPrC3GVPs/s1600/694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI3gEkHhI/AAAAAAAACAc/q3MPrC3GVPs/s200/694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560407177025560082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI3JpdgRI/AAAAAAAACAM/1LMBB6U1PVU/s1600/706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI3JpdgRI/AAAAAAAACAM/1LMBB6U1PVU/s200/706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560407171006300434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since November, I've been a slacker. I know it, you know it. Let's move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had a birthday, we went bowling. Scott's first time. Not his last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI3bWq5nI/AAAAAAAACAU/QlnTztkjDBY/s1600/690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI3bWq5nI/AAAAAAAACAU/QlnTztkjDBY/s200/690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560407175759324786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI221PtdI/AAAAAAAACAE/f7_qb75n-sA/s1600/708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqI221PtdI/AAAAAAAACAE/f7_qb75n-sA/s200/708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560407165955454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isaac discovered the tupperware cabinet, and it is his new favorite hiding spot. He will climb in one side and around to the other. Pull all the containers out and spread them evenly around the kitchen for mommy's clean up enjoyment. Scott got to go on dates with mommy and daddy, and it is fun to have one on one interaction with him. He just lights up and has TONS to say when he has your full attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHcB309JI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ms_guFAL-MU/s1600/720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHcB309JI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ms_guFAL-MU/s200/720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405605550978194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF7k9RnUI/AAAAAAAAB-0/FAvOzrwzlWw/s1600/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF7k9RnUI/AAAAAAAAB-0/FAvOzrwzlWw/s200/IMG_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560403948521758018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHbUYZ0oI/AAAAAAAAB_s/fnIQcvRb7UQ/s1600/753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHbUYZ0oI/AAAAAAAAB_s/fnIQcvRb7UQ/s200/753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405593339581058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHbWcNe4I/AAAAAAAAB_k/TL8G4B49Y4I/s1600/754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHbWcNe4I/AAAAAAAAB_k/TL8G4B49Y4I/s200/754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405593892420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHbhFbkII/AAAAAAAAB_0/ZAKS6fMZchA/s1600/743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHbhFbkII/AAAAAAAAB_0/ZAKS6fMZchA/s200/743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405596749664386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac managed to produce the best bed head I have ever seen! Scott went on a week long rampage through the kitchen. During that week, I cleaned up soy sauce, cinnamon, magic marker and a 2 year old boy over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHa0nnvTI/AAAAAAAAB_c/zOZ55KwLVfo/s1600/756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqHa0nnvTI/AAAAAAAAB_c/zOZ55KwLVfo/s200/756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405584813473074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF86iWdyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1gj78Dlb45E/s1600/763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF86iWdyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1gj78Dlb45E/s200/763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560403971494278946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before Christmas, Mommy and Daddy went on a vacation! Ahhhh! Relaxation! Nana and Papa came to play with Scott and Isaac, and they were hooked by the time we returned! Grammy Grampy and Aunt TT came to visit, and while they were here... Santa came! And he brought presents!! Scott got a trike that he likes, but he LOVES his Buzz Lightyear action figure. Isaac got a toy car ramp that he likes, but he LOVES his new toothbrush! Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEo0XZtgI/AAAAAAAAB-M/m122WC42wgc/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEo0XZtgI/AAAAAAAAB-M/m122WC42wgc/s200/IMG_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560402526728730114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEpI2AaJI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jJ6emObATb0/s1600/toothbrush%2B12-25-10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEpI2AaJI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jJ6emObATb0/s200/toothbrush%2B12-25-10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560402532225804434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both boys got winter hats and gloves in their stockings, and when we put them on Scott was certain it had snowed and we were going to play in it. Uh.... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF8kIy2DI/AAAAAAAAB_M/az9FNxRq7Dk/s1600/765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF8kIy2DI/AAAAAAAAB_M/az9FNxRq7Dk/s200/765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560403965481506866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEqar8FYI/AAAAAAAAB-s/mslakx2XRiI/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEqar8FYI/AAAAAAAAB-s/mslakx2XRiI/s200/IMG_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560402554195285378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took Grammy and Grampy to the railroad park while they were here for Christmas, and Scotty enjoyed it almost as much as Grampy did! What a fun way for all my boys to bond with Grampy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF8Y22d5I/AAAAAAAAB_E/HD-lXieHU6E/s1600/767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqF8Y22d5I/AAAAAAAAB_E/HD-lXieHU6E/s200/767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560403962453456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEqNldQ6I/AAAAAAAAB-k/xsBvBtUK_DQ/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEqNldQ6I/AAAAAAAAB-k/xsBvBtUK_DQ/s200/IMG_0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560402550678438818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since the new year, Isaac has had his first cheeseburger and his first mohawk. Scott did his first big boy puzzle, and went potty like a big boy for the first time (and only once... so far). We have enjoyed the park (yes, in January) and beautiful sunsets. It's going to be a good year, full of more firsts, family, friends, new adventures, and more fun with my little men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSp5JO-sVFI/AAAAAAAAB98/6I0A51Kg2Q4/s1600/771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSp5JO-sVFI/AAAAAAAAB98/6I0A51Kg2Q4/s200/771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389889489130578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSp5ISUMJAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8By9XlRtfw4/s1600/777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSp5ISUMJAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8By9XlRtfw4/s200/777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389873204732930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSp5IBmyewI/AAAAAAAAB9k/ZEiT7armLOY/s1600/778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSp5IBmyewI/AAAAAAAAB9k/ZEiT7armLOY/s200/778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389868719340290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEp_Ls_EI/AAAAAAAAB-c/zZtYPvbhI8o/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TSqEp_Ls_EI/AAAAAAAAB-c/zZtYPvbhI8o/s200/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560402546812320834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They play together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46385fea844b778c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46385fea844b778c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A32A4811FDF0B7A0E43C88EF836F501DECD0D59.8561EC20E1DA1142C9813A8E83036DCA341332CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46385fea844b778c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjmZau6Qjqd1UbeT6wIwse9PFfXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46385fea844b778c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A32A4811FDF0B7A0E43C88EF836F501DECD0D59.8561EC20E1DA1142C9813A8E83036DCA341332CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46385fea844b778c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjmZau6Qjqd1UbeT6wIwse9PFfXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park. 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First order of business: We carved pumpkins. Well, Bubba carved pumpkins. Scott was not a fan of the pumpkin goop, but did take a carving tool to a scrap chunk, and had a pretty good time with that.&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER 28- Elder Devan Scott Francis returned honorably from a 2 year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints in the San Juan Puerto Rico Mission. Isaac met and Scott re-met him, and it was the start (and re-start) of beautiful friendships!&lt;br /&gt;October 29- Daddy flew into town. Scott, Isaac, Mommy and Daddy went to dinner with Aunt Nat and Aunt TT, and mommy and daddy went laser-tagging with them. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;October 30- Family from everywhere came to town for the weekend. Family pictures got rained out. Sooshee was eaten, games were played, and trick or treating happened. Our little Jedi LOVED that! After the first house, he said "I have a candy!" After the second house, he said "MOM, I have 2 candies!!" He could have gone on all night!&lt;br /&gt;October 31- Elder Devan gave an inspiring talk on finding true happiness. He is totally the same, but improved! Love him!! After church, we ate. And ate. And visited. And ate.&lt;br /&gt;Nov 1- Daddy flew back to AZ, out of towners drove home, and Scott Isaac and Mommy stayed for a week of playing with Uncle Devan!&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2 &amp;amp; 3- Sisters Retreat 2010! We ate, watched movies, slept in, ate, shopped, got pampered... lather rinse repeat for 2 days! They are my sisters, but I LOVE calling them my friends. Can't wait til 2011!!&lt;br /&gt;Nov 4&amp;amp;5- Watched lots of LOST, saw lots of friends, went to the temple with my brother (Love him!), spent lots of time outside on bikes and on swings, and generally renewed relationships and enjoyed ourselves. Nov 4- after the kids were in bed, the "original Francis 6" ate gigantic shakes, played games, laughed, and watched some LOST. Love those 5 people!&lt;br /&gt;Nov 6- On a jet plane home. Ready to see Daddy and sleep in our own beds, but SO glad we were able to spend the time and be there. FAMILY IS AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-889686803500978073?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/889686803500978073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=889686803500978073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/889686803500978073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/889686803500978073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-tah.html' title='You-TAH!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6478835716210123323</id><published>2010-11-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:04:22.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Was changing Scott's diaper the other day, and he was singing (which isn't unusual) but I soon realized that I was recognizing all the words, and that he was correctly singing "I am a Child of God", one of our favorite songs to sing as a family. Luckily, I had his dad on the phone at the time so he could get in on the cute action, and even luckier... he REPEATED it. Even now, if you ask im to, he will sing this song for you. Get your requests in quick tho! You never know when he will completely stop and move onto his next cute skill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one's for you, Nana and Papa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5da2d71cbab72a41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5da2d71cbab72a41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D653654731F1B1A9EE2AE52016B310006F0E21A0D.801B5FB5DF2BC8A9B032C7AA4BE79CAAA01F62B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5da2d71cbab72a41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmWwuyUE5tbM1MCr5-1Nf0p8-qzo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5da2d71cbab72a41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D653654731F1B1A9EE2AE52016B310006F0E21A0D.801B5FB5DF2BC8A9B032C7AA4BE79CAAA01F62B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5da2d71cbab72a41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmWwuyUE5tbM1MCr5-1Nf0p8-qzo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-6478835716210123323?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6478835716210123323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6478835716210123323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6478835716210123323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6478835716210123323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/11/pure-testimony.html' title='Pure Testimony'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4342640163390943664</id><published>2010-10-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:43:45.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll let myself out, thanks."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't leave the dog door open for the actual dog anymore, because the disappearing ninja baby discovered it and can't get enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZN0iSTP8I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/RwLuQfyHP2A/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZN0iSTP8I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/RwLuQfyHP2A/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194757223333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is quick! You open a door (pantry, bathroom and sliding glass are his favorites) and he WILL be there. Fast, too. He is curious and adventurous and FEARLESS!&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention, a-freakin-dorable!!)&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/4165485076940567641-4342640163390943664?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4342640163390943664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4342640163390943664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4342640163390943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4342640163390943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-let-myself-out-thanks.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll let myself out, thanks.&quot;'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZN0iSTP8I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/RwLuQfyHP2A/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1267855817368726821</id><published>2010-10-25T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:39:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Full Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needing an Isaac fix? See him everyday, but still can't get enough? (this is the category i fit into) Have no idea who Isaac is, but love cute things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your lucky day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4876603b56dadd82" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4876603b56dadd82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B8A8A4FCBCEFFA604D48786CDBB0CD268EE1404.6605FB6A950F3F02C5D2BB519D8B58B3610787C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4876603b56dadd82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTd3E_orZ09q6xm64hPqBVB3JWPA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4876603b56dadd82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B8A8A4FCBCEFFA604D48786CDBB0CD268EE1404.6605FB6A950F3F02C5D2BB519D8B58B3610787C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4876603b56dadd82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTd3E_orZ09q6xm64hPqBVB3JWPA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac will be on location in Utah starting Wednesday, for anyone who wants to see the cuteness in live action. For more tour dates, or to book an appointment, please contact Isaac's mom for a full schedule. Thank you.&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/4165485076940567641-1267855817368726821?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1267855817368726821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1267855817368726821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1267855817368726821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1267855817368726821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-full-swing.html' title='In Full Swing'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7172303468890759284</id><published>2010-10-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:32:08.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago, we took off to the farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ_DY_04I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/j-hPHFFU0Oc/s1600/photo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ_DY_04I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/j-hPHFFU0Oc/s320/photo5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190539861971842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This farm is really close to our house, and Scott's friends Graham and Katie came to join us. We rode a train, saw and pet farm animals (the cute little pink pigs were the best. Not those huge gross hogs that most farms have...), and had a picnic lunch.&lt;br /&gt;There were swings... MUST swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun thing was the see-saw. I haven't been on a see-saw in ages, and this one had 2 handles on each end, so the moms got to ride with the boys. Fun stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ-1GlygI/AAAAAAAAB9I/a8Xl865go0s/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ-1GlygI/AAAAAAAAB9I/a8Xl865go0s/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190536026671618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a part that Scott's daddy would have been sad to miss. They had this "race track" with all of these peddle dirt bikes. Scott rode on my lap, but especially loved just sitting on it and having me push from behind. He is still a little small and young for peddling.... we're working on that concept tho, so there can be a trike in his future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ-Z3GJ3I/AAAAAAAAB9A/trLbGzxOMQ8/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ-Z3GJ3I/AAAAAAAAB9A/trLbGzxOMQ8/s320/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190528713926514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea: photo op at the END of the day. Scott was too tired and restless to hold still for many pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ-CZ0CYI/AAAAAAAAB84/sfzQxmg_7Hc/s1600/photo6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ-CZ0CYI/AAAAAAAAB84/sfzQxmg_7Hc/s320/photo6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190522417088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and Isaac had already checked out for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ96zG9XI/AAAAAAAAB8w/hIoJGA247-c/s1600/photo7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ96zG9XI/AAAAAAAAB8w/hIoJGA247-c/s320/photo7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190520375702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fun activity and a great way to spend a cool autumn morning!&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/4165485076940567641-7172303468890759284?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7172303468890759284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7172303468890759284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7172303468890759284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7172303468890759284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZJ_DY_04I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/j-hPHFFU0Oc/s72-c/photo5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-19243047697119466</id><published>2010-10-25T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:22:13.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZIN05bvVI/AAAAAAAAB8o/WfST2TqBYRg/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZIN05bvVI/AAAAAAAAB8o/WfST2TqBYRg/s320/photo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532188594646269266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime in October, the weather in Arizona becomes desirable. Just as the rest of the nation is bundling up and going into hibernation for the long winter, Arizona residents are just getting brave enough to leave their homes and experience the world outside without being in water!&lt;br /&gt;One of OUR favorite ways to do this is at the zoo! Stuff the stroller with kids, snacks and lots of water, and it's a day of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZINtHCyII/AAAAAAAAB8g/dlqBM_XlkYo/s1600/photo9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZINtHCyII/AAAAAAAAB8g/dlqBM_XlkYo/s320/photo9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532188592555870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've posted recently about the zoo, so I won't bore you too much with details, but the pictures are different and new! Last time, we didn't make it down to the kids area of the zoo, but we made it a priority this time. They have a petting zoo area, farm animals of every kind, and a play area for the kids. Scott loved running from place to place, animal to animal, climbing on any/everything and just releasing the abundance of energy he has just by being a 2 year old boy.  Everyone took naps this day... YAY for the ZOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZINfWS64I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/VjMlF7JgW2U/s1600/photo8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZINfWS64I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/VjMlF7JgW2U/s320/photo8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532188588861746050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-19243047697119466?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/19243047697119466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=19243047697119466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/19243047697119466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/19243047697119466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/zooooo.html' title='Zooooo!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMZIN05bvVI/AAAAAAAAB8o/WfST2TqBYRg/s72-c/photo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8613721020595616565</id><published>2010-10-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:16:12.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Booth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZhDlwRdI/AAAAAAAAB74/asI3WNwBIyI/s1600/Untitled7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZhDlwRdI/AAAAAAAAB74/asI3WNwBIyI/s200/Untitled7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011348054427090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just because it was so dang fun, and I love looking at them over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, of course, you will too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZggba84I/AAAAAAAAB7w/uoxOvhTSt1Y/s1600/Untitled6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZggba84I/AAAAAAAAB7w/uoxOvhTSt1Y/s200/Untitled6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011338615845762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZgapbZLI/AAAAAAAAB7o/CM8DQmecERo/s1600/Untitled5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZgapbZLI/AAAAAAAAB7o/CM8DQmecERo/s200/Untitled5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011337063982258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZPARI3AI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/NzPgA5qMAng/s1600/Untitled2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZPARI3AI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/NzPgA5qMAng/s200/Untitled2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011037925006338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOx4Fy3I/AAAAAAAAB7I/xwMzzli6cCk/s1600/Untitled1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOx4Fy3I/AAAAAAAAB7I/xwMzzli6cCk/s200/Untitled1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011034061851506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOYVK4II/AAAAAAAAB7A/zK9lh3RT1bw/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOYVK4II/AAAAAAAAB7A/zK9lh3RT1bw/s200/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011027204497538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOdmurAI/AAAAAAAAB64/AtK25oQvBT4/s1600/PhotoBooth21835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOdmurAI/AAAAAAAAB64/AtK25oQvBT4/s200/PhotoBooth21835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011028620323842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOE8BeZI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Q87Y_MQvEnk/s1600/PhotoBooth21819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZOE8BeZI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Q87Y_MQvEnk/s200/PhotoBooth21819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011021998750098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These shots of my boys make me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRIN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIY5sfHAqI/AAAAAAAAB6o/OK8OMyIKzfQ/s1600/PhotoBooth21736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIY5sfHAqI/AAAAAAAAB6o/OK8OMyIKzfQ/s200/PhotoBooth21736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531010671837643426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIY5v1lUXI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ZGrK380MYHM/s1600/PhotoBooth21722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIYct3KE1I/AAAAAAAAB6A/uQxzwIg5wdE/s200/69138_10150093900242802_821317801_7212637_5613582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531010173990736722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIYcTtKMiI/AAAAAAAAB54/8DXyPZP3-XI/s1600/67645_10150093900287802_821317801_7212640_2705258_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIYcTtKMiI/AAAAAAAAB54/8DXyPZP3-XI/s200/67645_10150093900287802_821317801_7212640_2705258_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531010166969479714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIYcLnep7I/AAAAAAAAB5w/XLakHsfTwhY/s1600/67006_10150093900317802_821317801_7212642_4358633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIYcLnep7I/AAAAAAAAB5w/XLakHsfTwhY/s200/67006_10150093900317802_821317801_7212642_4358633_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531010164798171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Props= Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, we had a good time! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-8613721020595616565?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8613721020595616565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8613721020595616565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8613721020595616565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8613721020595616565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-booth.html' title='Photo Booth'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIZhDlwRdI/AAAAAAAAB74/asI3WNwBIyI/s72-c/Untitled7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4317207956021710870</id><published>2010-10-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:58:37.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-U-N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMITA_BYnlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PgtOZpkk8S0/s1600/33645_10150093866777802_821317801_7212175_2817035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMITA_BYnlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PgtOZpkk8S0/s400/33645_10150093866777802_821317801_7212175_2817035_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004200002559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Vegas, we were lucky enough to stay with all the family in a rental home, so that we could have unending fun all together! Totally made the most of a short trip, and the boys loved all the attention and games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMITAyJGehI/AAAAAAAAB44/bcsQmdu0dBA/s1600/72572_10150092841377802_821317801_7196010_1190084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMITAyJGehI/AAAAAAAAB44/bcsQmdu0dBA/s400/72572_10150092841377802_821317801_7196010_1190084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531004196545264146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Isaac. Go ahead, YOU try stopping him from smiling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISuY2QBhI/AAAAAAAAB4w/P2tiJ7ftoQ4/s1600/72447_10150092843092802_821317801_7196076_274338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISuY2QBhI/AAAAAAAAB4w/P2tiJ7ftoQ4/s400/72447_10150092843092802_821317801_7196076_274338_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003880517666322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Ali- love this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband- bless his heart! There was so much crafting going on around him, and no computer to be seen besides the dinosaur in the corner provided by the landlord, he had to improvise and get creative when entertaining himself... this is what he came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M on your face during naps. I don't see how this didn't immediately wake her up, even just to eat it and go back to sleep. I mean, come on! Peanut butter M&amp;amp;M ON your nose!? Tell me you wouldn't smell that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISuLL4OMI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Imk7-DASvQ0/s1600/69388_10150092842332802_821317801_7196043_2636936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISuLL4OMI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Imk7-DASvQ0/s400/69388_10150092842332802_821317801_7196043_2636936_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003876850284738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac just crawled. And crawled. And climbed his first flight of stairs... without looking back once. He self entertains like nothing Ive ever seen before. It's fun to just sit back and watch him. He's always finding himself one adventure or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISt6ffLxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/t5bs-N4DDvA/s1600/67330_10150092842167802_821317801_7196038_8322402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISt6ffLxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/t5bs-N4DDvA/s400/67330_10150092842167802_821317801_7196038_8322402_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003872369127186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott took any and everyone on walks around the little neighborhood. He played ball, he made rockets out of Papa's pens, he scared the room over and over again with his "monster hands". It takes Scott about 13 seconds to capture a room and win their hearts, and this crowd is never the exception. And boy does he LOVE the attention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISt85IfLI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/nmu2nMibpf0/s1600/40908_10150092842642802_821317801_7196054_3955974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMISt85IfLI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/nmu2nMibpf0/s400/40908_10150092842642802_821317801_7196054_3955974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003873013562546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: DO NOT put an office chair on a wood floor in my home. Ever. It would instantly and forever be Scott's favorite toy and wall-denting tool. However, in someone else's home, I'm all for it. And he DID love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIStv0tt2I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/L26Jg46xNOA/s1600/33599_10150092843477802_821317801_7196095_3209690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIStv0tt2I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/L26Jg46xNOA/s400/33599_10150092843477802_821317801_7196095_3209690_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003869505369954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a party and never a dull moment in a house full of Francis'!!&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/4165485076940567641-4317207956021710870?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4317207956021710870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4317207956021710870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4317207956021710870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4317207956021710870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/f-u-n.html' title='F-U-N'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMITA_BYnlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PgtOZpkk8S0/s72-c/33645_10150093866777802_821317801_7212175_2817035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-850321796041940263</id><published>2010-10-22T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:38:39.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Story of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you don't usually see at weddings!&lt;br /&gt;The first time Scott walked past Chris, the look on his face was priceless, and if a camera had been there, I could have won contests!! He just could NOT take his eyes off of it. No words tho, and no questions to any of us about it. The second time, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIRqz-Jz0I/AAAAAAAAB4I/U1xXwFneP54/s1600/ChrisHair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIRqz-Jz0I/AAAAAAAAB4I/U1xXwFneP54/s400/ChrisHair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531002719567466306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott was walking with Bubba, and they passed by Chris. Scott looked at him, looked at Bubba, and looked at Chris again. After they had passed Scott asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bubba, did you see that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!! Classic, Scott. Classic.&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/4165485076940567641-850321796041940263?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/850321796041940263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=850321796041940263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/850321796041940263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/850321796041940263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-story-of-night.html' title='Best Story of the Night'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIRqz-Jz0I/AAAAAAAAB4I/U1xXwFneP54/s72-c/ChrisHair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6562051750260311243</id><published>2010-10-22T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:33:31.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knot Tying 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vegas anyone??&lt;br /&gt;October 9, 2010 was SUCH a great day to get married, and we were lucky enough to be there for cousin &lt;a href="http://jylermcstew.nearlyweds.com/sites/index/154006"&gt;Jenalyn and her man Tyler&lt;/a&gt;. Seeing family and hanging out, tons of food and laughs, crafting and lounging, getting dolled up and dancing... can't beat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPM5ZhyQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/BWo6EtmcOOw/s1600/68325_10150093866837802_821317801_7212177_1018072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPM5ZhyQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/BWo6EtmcOOw/s400/68325_10150093866837802_821317801_7212177_1018072_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531000006605129986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Isaac LOVE their aunts McKenna and Ali. Both boys got lots of kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPM6gGJZI/AAAAAAAAB34/YkZeIvAKJ2Q/s1600/Ali%26Isaac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPM6gGJZI/AAAAAAAAB34/YkZeIvAKJ2Q/s400/Ali%26Isaac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531000006901114258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding itself was so beautiful, besides being overjoyed for the happy couple, I was in awe of how amazingly well the bride's "vision" was personified. Loved it ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPMUpUfTI/AAAAAAAAB3w/cQVQZEz16lQ/s1600/wedding2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPMUpUfTI/AAAAAAAAB3w/cQVQZEz16lQ/s400/wedding2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999996739255602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the vision in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPMHhII1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/jHhdWNhQTs8/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPMHhII1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/jHhdWNhQTs8/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999993215230802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at the reception they had a photographer with a "photo booth" set up, where we could take as many pictures as we wanted, and we took full advantage (to be blogged about...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPLkxH_ZI/AAAAAAAAB3g/0ZBcNgFrnDQ/s1600/PhotoBooth21701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPLkxH_ZI/AAAAAAAAB3g/0ZBcNgFrnDQ/s400/PhotoBooth21701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999983887089042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best wishes from us to the newlyweds. Jen and Ty, you are great, and you will be awesome at "married".  LOVE!!!&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/4165485076940567641-6562051750260311243?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6562051750260311243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6562051750260311243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6562051750260311243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6562051750260311243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/knot-tying-101.html' title='Knot Tying 101'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIPM5ZhyQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/BWo6EtmcOOw/s72-c/68325_10150093866837802_821317801_7212177_1018072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4175846778256859544</id><published>2010-10-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:21:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My excuse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIODGZT3GI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/eYWQC3E7t18/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIODGZT3GI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/eYWQC3E7t18/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530998738783558754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 weeks have had lots of FUN stuff, mixed with some icky.... icky is on its way out, and I finally have the time and mental capacity to tell you about it!! Everybody ready, here we go!&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/4165485076940567641-4175846778256859544?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4175846778256859544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4175846778256859544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4175846778256859544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4175846778256859544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-excuse.html' title='My excuse...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TMIODGZT3GI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/eYWQC3E7t18/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-705060396382255069</id><published>2010-10-07T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:17:15.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Feed the Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impeccable&lt;/span&gt; timing. He always manages to be hungry right as I start cooking dinner. Yes, Isaac, I KNOW you're hungry. I'm cooking dinner, see?&lt;br /&gt;Only one problem. Isaac doesn't speak English yet, and I haven't quite figured out how to get that message across. So, he usually ends up eating as I cook. Feed Isaac a bite, stir the sauce. Feed Isaac a bite, cut the veggies. You get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a helper the other day. And it was SO cute I had to sneak a video of it. Sneaked so he wouldn't stop, cause man, the world needs to SEE THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74b5d319d6460ee7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b5d319d6460ee7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43C86496E53DA28CD46D942096C4F96113612F23.34E3F5F6AEED203C75AAA949976023F37946BB69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b5d319d6460ee7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHJvICDYPOQquo3b-ZHMhmlt-7Ew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b5d319d6460ee7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43C86496E53DA28CD46D942096C4F96113612F23.34E3F5F6AEED203C75AAA949976023F37946BB69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b5d319d6460ee7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHJvICDYPOQquo3b-ZHMhmlt-7Ew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-705060396382255069?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/705060396382255069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=705060396382255069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/705060396382255069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/705060396382255069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-not-feed-bears.html' title='Do Not Feed the Bears'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5666889447929650030</id><published>2010-10-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:50:13.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumbaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK515lcfexI/AAAAAAAAB2k/okLke_7bcNw/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK515lcfexI/AAAAAAAAB2k/okLke_7bcNw/s320/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525483424994786066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camping, I LOVE it. And my love for it is what makes me do it with little kids. Also, I have the best kids ever! That helps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK515dG3KeI/AAAAAAAAB2c/g-2cFqt1vB4/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK515dG3KeI/AAAAAAAAB2c/g-2cFqt1vB4/s320/photo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525483422756579810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude's boss hosts a camping trip every year, and we have been every year we have been here. First year we went, Scott was Isaac's age. This was the first year with 2 kids, and that was a new exciting element! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Isaac spent a lot of his time in the pack n play we set up outside. Lucky for us, he is so happy and content he was all for it! It appeared as though he were a monkey at the zoo, the way the kids gathered and watched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK51KkV3OuI/AAAAAAAAB2U/V2zMJ4YEXr4/s1600/photo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK51KkV3OuI/AAAAAAAAB2U/V2zMJ4YEXr4/s320/photo5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482617244695266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Dude went on a mountain bike ride with some of his buddies. When he came back alive (barely) we took off for a family adventure! We camped close to Sedona, so it was worth the short drive to see the beauty that Sedona holds. Scott was excited to see the "mountains", but fell asleep on the 20 minute ride there (fyi: kids dont get tons of sleep on camping trips. at least not on the first night.) Needless to say, he was a bit groggy by the time we actually SAW mountains, and we got caught in a crazy rainstorm. Scott loves the rain, and was happy to get wet, have his window down, and listen to the thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK51JmVy_FI/AAAAAAAAB18/3AVMFGpeQrE/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK51JmVy_FI/AAAAAAAAB18/3AVMFGpeQrE/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482600601418834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at camp, it was about a 10 minute walk to a swimming area in the creek. We spent lots of time there, learning to skip rocks, and practicing the already perfected art of chucking rocks. Isaac LOVED the water, and was pretty mad when we wouldn't just stick him in and let him splash like a bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK51JKekwtI/AAAAAAAAB10/oM4ICamTBOo/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK51JKekwtI/AAAAAAAAB10/oM4ICamTBOo/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482593122042578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping with kids. Not easy. Totally worth it! Love having these adventures with our kids and letting them experience the WORLD!!!&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/4165485076940567641-5666889447929650030?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5666889447929650030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5666889447929650030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5666889447929650030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5666889447929650030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/10/kumbaya.html' title='Kumbaya'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TK515lcfexI/AAAAAAAAB2k/okLke_7bcNw/s72-c/photo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6621979641803094851</id><published>2010-09-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:13:06.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend it Like Beckham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott found a soccer ball in the yard of our vacant neighbor's house, and it is the new love of his life. Before breakfast, even, he asks you to play soccer with him. "Playing Soccer" started out as throwing the ball in the air, evolved into kicking back and forth and has gradually started to look more and more like actual soccer.&lt;br /&gt;We plan on giving Scott opportunity to try lots of sports and activities and choose the one he enjoys most, but for now the "backyard sport of the week" is SOCCER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1be554ce17b342f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1be554ce17b342f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D194B5CDC333BE15F6D97F8A55E60461176A6D13A.4AC9C1D11E4684BC24F830B941FB4122F1D8020D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1be554ce17b342f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeyNArQruhT8mcJpohLoKe4Uhp_A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1be554ce17b342f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D194B5CDC333BE15F6D97F8A55E60461176A6D13A.4AC9C1D11E4684BC24F830B941FB4122F1D8020D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1be554ce17b342f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeyNArQruhT8mcJpohLoKe4Uhp_A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-6621979641803094851?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6621979641803094851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6621979641803094851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6621979641803094851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6621979641803094851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/bend-it-like-beckham.html' title='Bend it Like Beckham'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-853548274562826416</id><published>2010-09-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:05:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watch TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not gonna lie. Isaac is a fan of the toob. I'm not sure Scott even knew what a television WAS at this age... guess that comes with the territory of having older siblings. Or a terrible mother. Let's go with the first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac's love for tv+his curiosity for life=trouble! The ottomans you see are strategically placed so that he cannot reach the volume knob, or the power button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist catching the moment. Blue's Clues for the win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJ0DkVp-MqI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Rj3yWNF-1qc/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJ0DkVp-MqI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Rj3yWNF-1qc/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520572641049457314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4165485076940567641-853548274562826416?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/853548274562826416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=853548274562826416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/853548274562826416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/853548274562826416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/must-watch-tv.html' title='Must Watch TV'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJ0DkVp-MqI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Rj3yWNF-1qc/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2898793927934042750</id><published>2010-09-17T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:44:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out: He Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will be 7 months in a few days, he started crawling all over the house at 6 months and one day old, he grew his first tooth 2 weeks ago, the second one 2 days ago, and he's headed for college in a month... I am constantly amazed with Isaac how fast time is flying. Why aren't scientists working harder on a time-slowing machine?! Aren't there parents who are scientists, they should GET this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is sideways, I know. Tilt your head or your computer (your choice) but there's nothing I can do about it now. We can only pray I remember next time I'm taking a video with my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae6dc07ad88902ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae6dc07ad88902ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA459063C73A571590B6D58F69B7A31EF4B654C5.248E43C9E326A9E0484A4E344D38F9B33D890334%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae6dc07ad88902ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxwhHuJYh789SQFy_CPN810W-7KE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae6dc07ad88902ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA459063C73A571590B6D58F69B7A31EF4B654C5.248E43C9E326A9E0484A4E344D38F9B33D890334%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae6dc07ad88902ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxwhHuJYh789SQFy_CPN810W-7KE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest news with Isaac: he gets lost. He is FAST and SILENT. His tongue makes it so that he just doesn't say much, but if you look away (or blink) he is gone within seconds and you have to search the house for him. We are currently looking into installing a cowbell...&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/4165485076940567641-2898793927934042750?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2898793927934042750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2898793927934042750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2898793927934042750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2898793927934042750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-out-he-bites.html' title='Watch Out: He Bites!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3986279873682680056</id><published>2010-09-17T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:32:41.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and a Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's official, I am mother to the cutest 2.5 year old kid this side of the Mississippi! The other side too, except I just don't know all that many 2.5 year olds on the east coast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPc4v-Ll0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/LF3DSz04fnQ/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPc4v-Ll0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/LF3DSz04fnQ/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517996835967047490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, Scott is a fountain of knowledge. He knows he is 2 years old, and JUST mastered the fingers for it. So now when asked how old he is, he replies "two, like dis!" and shows you. With both hands. We won't tell him that's actually 4, or 22...&lt;br /&gt;He knows his birthday, sings a list of songs on demand (current favorite: 3 little monkeys swinging from a tree, teasing Mr. Alligator... etc), and wants to know what everything is, where everyone is going, and when everything is going to happen. Seben o'clock is breakfast time, when I start to cook dinner he MUST help and immediately pulls up a chair, and he frequently enjoys tackling unsuspecting 7 month olds. Never a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPc4CQN-HI/AAAAAAAAB1A/LV8JdRs7_uU/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPc4CQN-HI/AAAAAAAAB1A/LV8JdRs7_uU/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517996823694669938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just add, as a disclaimer: Scott DOES attend time out, and is often seen following me around with the most practiced and expert "whine" you can imagine. It's not all flowers and rainbows... so don't come after me in my sleep. The good just outweighs the bad, and we both learn and grow every day!&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/4165485076940567641-3986279873682680056?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3986279873682680056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3986279873682680056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3986279873682680056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3986279873682680056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-and-half.html' title='Two and a Half'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPc4v-Ll0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/LF3DSz04fnQ/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-519691767698080947</id><published>2010-09-17T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:36:33.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest member of the family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you are a mom when you use your birthday money to buy this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPanSwm_3I/AAAAAAAAB04/KCGW4ygO59g/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPanSwm_3I/AAAAAAAAB04/KCGW4ygO59g/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517994337044463474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fabulous deal, it will be a lawn mowing nightmare for dad, but it IS the source of outdoor entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;Our  neighbors on both sides kindly keep large shade trees, so we have shade  in the morning, and shade in the afternoons. Only times it is too hot  is when we are all napping anyways, and that will end someday soon when  the sun decides to have mercy on us here in AZ! When that happens, you  can bet we will be out here all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPfRnp6QSI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/AoLJA-AFYLU/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPfRnp6QSI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/AoLJA-AFYLU/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517999462254526754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's actually been interesting introducing Scott to these swings. He  LOVES swings at the park, but these don't form to your butt, and he  slides off pretty fast. We will either have to get a replacement, or  keep up the training. Either way, they are great for playing tag with  the dog!&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/4165485076940567641-519691767698080947?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/519691767698080947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=519691767698080947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/519691767698080947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/519691767698080947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/newest-member-of-family.html' title='The newest member of the family...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPanSwm_3I/AAAAAAAAB04/KCGW4ygO59g/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3912832230745875948</id><published>2010-09-17T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:14:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity, and BEYOND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott loves to pretend, and it is so entertaining to watch. Out of the blue, he will stick a fist in the air, say "To the Rescue!" and take off running, apparently on his way to save a friend in distress. He just gets more fun every day! Here he is being an astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. colanders make great helmets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-437e5cbfd5b677a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D437e5cbfd5b677a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A496A8467562F4DF48D837E6A0497E087BEC3B3.78EB73F8E081254E18A99D609CBC0C3097D2E4DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D437e5cbfd5b677a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtksby9xnKtIw-FwfmlzzlscFGYg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D437e5cbfd5b677a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A496A8467562F4DF48D837E6A0497E087BEC3B3.78EB73F8E081254E18A99D609CBC0C3097D2E4DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D437e5cbfd5b677a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtksby9xnKtIw-FwfmlzzlscFGYg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-3912832230745875948?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3912832230745875948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3912832230745875948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3912832230745875948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3912832230745875948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='To Infinity, and BEYOND!!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4721374412893783911</id><published>2010-09-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:17:49.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food is a big thing in our house. It is a much loved member of the family, in fact! So it has come to us as a great surprise that Isaac just really isn't into it. He'd much rather have a bottle, and get it over with! He makes terrible faces, refuses to open his mouth after the first few bites, and just plain won't look at you when you are trying to come at him with a spoon! We keep trying, and one day it will take, but for now, he's our little Milk Man (who happens to be downing a LOT of bottles to make up for the lack of solids... little stinker!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKwysauFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/MC7VgewVD2Q/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKwysauFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/MC7VgewVD2Q/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517976908049594450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;Well, he loves milk too. He's just not quite as exclusive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKvwf87fI/AAAAAAAAB0g/CqvRSREv26s/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKvwf87fI/AAAAAAAAB0g/CqvRSREv26s/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517976890280570354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the viewing pleasure of the general population... Dude, in an apron, in the kitchen. Probably barefoot too! (with a mountain dew, of course. Someone told him somewhere that if you're gonna cook, do it with a drink. And since we don't keep beer in the house....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKveqPOVI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/_5J_nlQFTEE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKveqPOVI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/_5J_nlQFTEE/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517976885491874130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that men should stay out of the kitchen doesn't know how badly I hate grating cheese, and how wonderful of a helper I have! Isn't he the cutest thing!?&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/4165485076940567641-4721374412893783911?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4721374412893783911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4721374412893783911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4721374412893783911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4721374412893783911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/09/food-network.html' title='The Food Network'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TJPKwysauFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/MC7VgewVD2Q/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4383916042795385464</id><published>2010-08-27T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:02:05.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I owe a big thank you to Corporate Executive Board for a little thing called "Summer Days". It allowed the employees to leave work at noon on 4 specific Fridays through the summer. Funnily enough, my personal CEB employee was on vacation with me for the first 2. So, today was the first one we were able to officially enjoy. And we DID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed where any sane Arizonan would on an August day. The ZOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was in love with being outside, and even more in love with facing forward and seeing everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THiIdkjiAkI/AAAAAAAABzw/ZZdOKE96P_M/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THiIdkjiAkI/AAAAAAAABzw/ZZdOKE96P_M/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510304185698091586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was in love with the ANIMALS! Lots of them were sleeping, some of them were inside and un-seeable, but the elephant... ah the elephant!! she had just been let out as we arrived, and the zoo worker was just leaving. The elephant went straight to a bunch of branches hanging right in front of us, and we got to stand SO CLOSE, and watch, and talk about elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THiIdkjiAkI/AAAAAAAABzw/ZZdOKE96P_M/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bbb7437d8e0df4e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bbb7437d8e0df4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FDAEB1E1FA5DF773B07265E76D6F566E587E3F8.4F37E04F145D8848FE584B732237A0E5DCEEACBA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bbb7437d8e0df4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFjtqThkddfuA5m-yms9mUyv5Qsg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bbb7437d8e0df4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FDAEB1E1FA5DF773B07265E76D6F566E587E3F8.4F37E04F145D8848FE584B732237A0E5DCEEACBA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bbb7437d8e0df4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFjtqThkddfuA5m-yms9mUyv5Qsg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, we headed to a nearby splash park to cool off. It takes Scott a few minutes to warm up to things like this. He stands around watching all the kids, deciding if he wants to join in. But once the decision is made, its official, and utterly impossible to pry him away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THiIea3ScAI/AAAAAAAABz4/KL_dNNqrlfo/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THiIea3ScAI/AAAAAAAABz4/KL_dNNqrlfo/s320/photo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510304200276471810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac could not get enough of it!! We put him in a shallow area next to a waterfall, and as soon as he was put down he would bee-line it for the waterfall. We would drag him out and restart him, and once again, he would immediately head for the water. He had so  much fun, and he quickly had an entourage of 6-10 year old girls who thought he was the cutest of cute and wanted to watch and be involved in everything he did. Life is hard as a cute little boy, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51fb106bf73f5a6f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51fb106bf73f5a6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D664DB84E8171A24C074910FAB9668D04B8F6E1D9.6B62BFAB570D5FBD46F9F4050B01B66C7D24D50A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51fb106bf73f5a6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRckrZ_cVvWjZ5i-c4ah_E9mz5SU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51fb106bf73f5a6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D664DB84E8171A24C074910FAB9668D04B8F6E1D9.6B62BFAB570D5FBD46F9F4050B01B66C7D24D50A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51fb106bf73f5a6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRckrZ_cVvWjZ5i-c4ah_E9mz5SU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, CEB, for giving our daddy for a day of Friday Fun!&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/4165485076940567641-4383916042795385464?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4383916042795385464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4383916042795385464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4383916042795385464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4383916042795385464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-friday.html' title='Fun Friday'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THiIdkjiAkI/AAAAAAAABzw/ZZdOKE96P_M/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8642878632311866117</id><published>2010-08-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:24:35.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blink or You'll Miss It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I left Saturday morning for an overnight trip and when I returned Sunday evening... Isaac was mobile. He also slept through the night. It must be some kind of daddy magic. Or mommy teasing. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;It took me a few days to get a good video of it, he is really into army crawling, or only crawling as much as necessary before he can just kind of lunge his body towards the goal and stop putting forth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b4c168732543eec6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db4c168732543eec6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D159B861EA1105EE0736C6CF805FE5DE3E6A63B7C.13B1DC0CB865C65033630E1B21B61A26C1A1F054%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4c168732543eec6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYvTDHSjClSztTSOkPW3B7kc4b7A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db4c168732543eec6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D159B861EA1105EE0736C6CF805FE5DE3E6A63B7C.13B1DC0CB865C65033630E1B21B61A26C1A1F054%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4c168732543eec6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYvTDHSjClSztTSOkPW3B7kc4b7A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got the video today, and just after I did... Isaac pulled himself up against a cardboard box in order to get to something up high. Uh... he is BARELY 6 months. What is happening? I feel like I am in the twilight zone. Don't agree? It gets better, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scott wanted to be in the video so bad, that I offered to take a picture of him afterwards, and he wanted to crawl like Isaac. So, here you will see the crawling expertise of Mr. Scotty B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THXpzyuQK3I/AAAAAAAABzo/6OyhaUoCKeE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THXpzyuQK3I/AAAAAAAABzo/6OyhaUoCKeE/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509566795156040562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the worst part. All in one day I get a video of Isaac crawling, he gets up to his knees against a box in order to get to something he shouldnt have (surprise surprise), and then this happens. I went to get him from his afternoon nap to find him STANDING in his crib! STANDING!?! I might as well have cried right then and sent him off to college. This is when it all starts happening so fast, I remember with Scott. But somehow, I didn't feel like it was all happening too fast the first time around. This time, I feel like if I look away, I'll miss it. Maybe I feel that way because I did look away and miss it. And I constantly am. Isaac is a speedy learner, stronger than strong, and will unavoidably be the cause of many gray hairs in his parents future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THXpzSCbpJI/AAAAAAAABzg/W5dgh8wNX88/s1600/isaac-standing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THXpzSCbpJI/AAAAAAAABzg/W5dgh8wNX88/s400/isaac-standing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509566786382308498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture because he was SO SO SO proud of himself, then as soon as I took the picture he fell backwards into his crib. Flat on his back with the most shocked look on his face. "What was THAT?! Let's do it again!!"&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/4165485076940567641-8642878632311866117?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8642878632311866117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8642878632311866117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8642878632311866117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8642878632311866117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-blink-or-youll-miss-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Blink or You&apos;ll Miss It'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/THXpzyuQK3I/AAAAAAAABzo/6OyhaUoCKeE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7143875208687914534</id><published>2010-08-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:30:31.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month Later....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did it! I completed the "Blog-a-Day" Challenge! With only one little hiccup, I feel very proud of my success, and much more likely to pull my camera out and sit down to blog... so you won't be getting a blog a day, but the blogging world should be seeing a lot more of me and my adorable family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... stay tuned!&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/4165485076940567641-7143875208687914534?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7143875208687914534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7143875208687914534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7143875208687914534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7143875208687914534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-later.html' title='A Month Later....'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2920047626829828787</id><published>2010-08-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:00:00.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever wish you could stop time? Freeze it and stay in the moment forever. That happens to me more and more as I watch my babies grow. It all happens so fast, and life is so crazy that it is hard to cherish the moments... but it is SO important! Remembering the little things: like how Isaac hears his dad enter a room and starts a search. And the GRIN and smiley eyes that let you know he's found you. How he tries to imitate you blowing a raspberry with your tongue, but can't quite do it because of his tongue tie. How the hair above his ears sticks out over them, even when it is short enough that it isn't touching his ear at all... these are just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac is 6 months old!! He went to the Dr. today, and these are the stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weight: 18 lbs 0 oz&lt;br /&gt;length: 27"&lt;br /&gt;head: 17"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these fell around the 75th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's compare this to his brother's 6 month stats, just for kicks&lt;br /&gt;Scott's 6 month check up was 22 lbs 5.5 oz and 29 inches long. Both in the 95th percentile, or higher. So, to be frank... Isaac has some catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG83l7G6tWI/AAAAAAAABzY/7ZEPT4iQwfg/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG83l7G6tWI/AAAAAAAABzY/7ZEPT4iQwfg/s400/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507681993958798690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things Isaac does at 6 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs and smiles at EVERYTHING. He really is a confidence booster, you don't even have to be entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;He is a MOVER. As soon as he is laid down he gets to his stomach and starts getting places!&lt;br /&gt;He CAN sit up, but because of his "mover" attitude, he doesn't do it for long before he wants to be on his hands and knees and headed for fun.&lt;br /&gt;He refuses to eat rice cereal. Really, can you blame him? That stuff is nasty! He makes the most terrible faces and spits it out. Every time. We will be trying apples soon... hopefully that goes over better than cereal!&lt;br /&gt;He still has tongue tie, and it seems to be slowing progress in speech and the dr. seems to think it may be an issue with his spoon eating as well. We scheduled an appointment for him to see a feeding therapist. I'll keep you updated on that.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to watch. His brother, tv, people passing by at the grocery store... moving and/or colorful objects. Maybe he's his father's son. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy that is brought to the world in this little package is immense, and I am so lucky to be able to have it in my home. Isaac is a blessing to me, and I learn things about life and about me as I watch him learn about the world around him. Being a mom rocks!!&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/4165485076940567641-2920047626829828787?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2920047626829828787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2920047626829828787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2920047626829828787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2920047626829828787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/freeze-time.html' title='Freeze Time'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG83l7G6tWI/AAAAAAAABzY/7ZEPT4iQwfg/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5984228505851999874</id><published>2010-08-20T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:16:28.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what else is happening in our home, play is always one of them! As soon as you enter, Scott will start the debate process of getting you to race with him. Circles, that is. Around the living room... all day if you will! Scott is NEVER the first one to get tired and stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever lay on the floor or the couch unless you mean to say "Scott, please wrestle me!!" He will be on top of you with force before you know what hit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG8eSo8zyrI/AAAAAAAABzI/rprEEB8s6h8/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG8eSo8zyrI/AAAAAAAABzI/rprEEB8s6h8/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507654174876355250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac is just getting old enough to get in on the playing, but for the most part he is the one being played with, and playing back is still something he is learning. His overly playful brother can get a little wild, so they have to be watched carefully, but there is nothing more heart-melting than watching Isaac watch Scott. He is Scotty's biggest fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e720a6d6287af2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e720a6d6287af2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4479227F901547CBFF7F6231E2D6CB1B1EF4DF83.829D9A18674F6539FA570564E6675BE51E6DE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De720a6d6287af2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY2yQDQ4S5THL7JslF5uq0mtLGME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e720a6d6287af2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4479227F901547CBFF7F6231E2D6CB1B1EF4DF83.829D9A18674F6539FA570564E6675BE51E6DE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De720a6d6287af2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY2yQDQ4S5THL7JslF5uq0mtLGME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-5984228505851999874?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5984228505851999874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5984228505851999874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5984228505851999874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5984228505851999874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG8eSo8zyrI/AAAAAAAABzI/rprEEB8s6h8/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7493503445968768357</id><published>2010-08-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:34:33.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Fwinkers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I showed Scott these pictures and asked who was in them. "Me," he said, "and my fwinkers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is living proof that things like swimwear and sunscreen are unnecessary and essentially just slow you down!! Just get out there and get WET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25jm78qJI/AAAAAAAABy4/Do0knkzCcOk/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25jm78qJI/AAAAAAAABy4/Do0knkzCcOk/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507261940742531218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25j4HuomI/AAAAAAAABzA/qfIUhY3Jw7M/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25j4HuomI/AAAAAAAABzA/qfIUhY3Jw7M/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507261945355346530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25jBTS1tI/AAAAAAAAByw/4K9ECImPPeU/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25jBTS1tI/AAAAAAAAByw/4K9ECImPPeU/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507261930639906514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25ixEgDlI/AAAAAAAAByo/6AlvniEOVpQ/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25ixEgDlI/AAAAAAAAByo/6AlvniEOVpQ/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507261926282890834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25ic6dMTI/AAAAAAAAByg/hqIAVhVYB2w/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25ic6dMTI/AAAAAAAAByg/hqIAVhVYB2w/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507261920872050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at these pictures made me feel sad... and old. He is looking/acting/getting so big! Today, a lady asked how old he was (as he ran crazy hyper circles around Aunt McKenna) and when told that he was 2, she said "oh his teachers are gonna LOVE him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a ball of fun, and I get to play with him every day. I'm lucky!&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/4165485076940567641-7493503445968768357?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7493503445968768357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7493503445968768357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7493503445968768357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7493503445968768357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-fwinkers.html' title='&quot;My Fwinkers&quot;'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TG25jm78qJI/AAAAAAAABy4/Do0knkzCcOk/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1410773310883983549</id><published>2010-08-18T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:57:00.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He isn't crawling.... yet&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqYpmmFoI/AAAAAAAAByY/EriRrf8JYPc/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqYpmmFoI/AAAAAAAAByY/EriRrf8JYPc/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506963784828589698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't stop him from getting where he needs to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqYNDvRpI/AAAAAAAAByQ/5140XLnrv_M/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqYNDvRpI/AAAAAAAAByQ/5140XLnrv_M/s320/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506963777166198418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey you are witnessing started in the middle of the living room rug, and ended when I picked him up as he crossed into the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqX74_cbI/AAAAAAAAByI/sZJJE4h--kQ/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqX74_cbI/AAAAAAAAByI/sZJJE4h--kQ/s320/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506963772557717938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't a fast journey, but he is one determined little man!! I give it days before he is uncontrollable and into everything faster than I can catch him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear Scott cheering his brother on in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef7fea00718e0027" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def7fea00718e0027%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F33865B43A741A7AE6DC63EA2B4A69466EE18AC.8610166DA9A50BFD16415C91762449BBB18F49A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def7fea00718e0027%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv2TdbbQkqi6ZoRqiUWzL1fIg3yM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def7fea00718e0027%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F33865B43A741A7AE6DC63EA2B4A69466EE18AC.8610166DA9A50BFD16415C91762449BBB18F49A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def7fea00718e0027%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv2TdbbQkqi6ZoRqiUWzL1fIg3yM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out world, here comes Isaac!&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/4165485076940567641-1410773310883983549?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1410773310883983549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1410773310883983549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1410773310883983549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1410773310883983549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-move.html' title='On the Move'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGyqYpmmFoI/AAAAAAAAByY/EriRrf8JYPc/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2738397361077990032</id><published>2010-08-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:04:59.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles World Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Officially my favorite part of today was watching Scott play Guitar Hero. Only problem is that he would perform in short spurts, and by the time I got my camera out it was over. He was totally rocking out, swaying to the beat, talking to the game, singing and being uber cool. It was fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-230617982ff5137b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D230617982ff5137b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64D83F87620A7EE660E1527861A2C99E4C834943.39759218AB860D363B69B956BB7521491AB5ECF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D230617982ff5137b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpV3PNES9hLD2aGVze0-zx0NvZag&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D230617982ff5137b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64D83F87620A7EE660E1527861A2C99E4C834943.39759218AB860D363B69B956BB7521491AB5ECF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D230617982ff5137b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpV3PNES9hLD2aGVze0-zx0NvZag&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have been there. You'd be his biggest fan!&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/4165485076940567641-2738397361077990032?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2738397361077990032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2738397361077990032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2738397361077990032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2738397361077990032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/beatles-world-tour.html' title='Beatles World Tour'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7188094414936073509</id><published>2010-08-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:42:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in love with the fact that Scott is starting to pretend. Just this morning he was playing in his room and I heard "Fee-Fi-Foh-Fum" as he stomped around his room with a matchbox car in his hand (who knows if it was part if the play or not. He just usually has a matchbox in his hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to a mall with a FUN play area. They have a house, a pirate ship, a treehouse, and a castle. Scott laid down on the bench inside the house to go "night night"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJg4ATHpI/AAAAAAAAByA/cV-BV0HIU0U/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJg4ATHpI/AAAAAAAAByA/cV-BV0HIU0U/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506153586063777426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in a LONG line of kids to steer the pirate ship, but gave up before he got to the front of the line and headed to the front. He's King of the World!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJgdDNTzI/AAAAAAAABx4/X5T1gpwZX5E/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJgdDNTzI/AAAAAAAABx4/X5T1gpwZX5E/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506153578828222258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one particularly bossy little boy, around the age of 4. He decided that Scott was gonna be his friend in the tree house, and was commanding Scott in every direction. Scott thought it was fine for a while, but when he was done being bossed around, he looked at me after a command and didn't have to say a word. I could tell that he was looking for me to give him permission to leave, so I did. And quickly, he was off! Using his own imagination again in the castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJf1sWYDI/AAAAAAAABxw/5hhbP64kUh8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJf1sWYDI/AAAAAAAABxw/5hhbP64kUh8/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506153568263364658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm learning so much about how kids function just by having one. This particular kid plays really well by himself, is more of an observer in big groups until he gets comfortable, then he is wild and crazy with whoever will join him. But the most imagination and pretend play I see from him is when he is being left to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the past 2 nights at dinner there has been an elephant coming. You have to eat your dinner fast, or he will come get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always an adventure, and more fun every day!!&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/4165485076940567641-7188094414936073509?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7188094414936073509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7188094414936073509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7188094414936073509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7188094414936073509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGnJg4ATHpI/AAAAAAAAByA/cV-BV0HIU0U/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5146090416722653453</id><published>2010-08-16T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:18:58.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Sunday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe me, I already know. I am a failure. Any thing that you have thought about it (i.e. she was doing so well, she was so close, etc) I have thought it first, and worse. I was so disappointed in myself this morning when I realized not only had I gone to bed without blogging, I had totally forgotten about the pictures I was planning to take at our Sunday Dinner so I would have something to blog ABOUT!! I knew what pictures I wanted, and what I wanted to blog about... and it didn't happen. I've been through a week long vacation and not missed a day of blogging. Even at 1:30 am FL time, I blogged... but then, on a LAZY Sunday it slips my mind. I'm totally embarrassed, so no need to call me and make fun. No need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the blog I coulda/shoulda/woulda posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I have missed "the most" about living near family, it is BIG FAMILY DINNERS. Every Sunday, gathering with family and other random loved ones to do the one thing we all agree on. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has taken me over 2 years to just fake my own big family dinner. Instead, I have been sitting on a Sunday evening, at my own little kitchen  table, with one husband, one (or 2) kid and so much food it could feed an army. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago, we had a Sunday dinner with friends because I lost a bet (not that I'd have to lose a bet to have dinner with them, it just worked out that way...) and it was SO GREAT! made it feel like my Sunday was complete.&lt;br /&gt;So, we did it again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGm_zqUIN7I/AAAAAAAABxo/AewmijXJFfQ/s1600/41903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGm_zqUIN7I/AAAAAAAABxo/AewmijXJFfQ/s320/41903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506142913690089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I planned: take pictures of the kids playing and eating their Sunday dinner to put in my blog about Sunday Dinners.&lt;br /&gt;What I did: totally forgot the camera was in my bag, came home tired and went to bed early. Completely forgetting that  I still needed to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you will just have to take my word for it. Sunday Dinners are awesome! Good food, loved ones and a return to what I think Sunday's are really all about!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to do it again. If you're lucky, I'll take pictures.&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/4165485076940567641-5146090416722653453?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5146090416722653453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5146090416722653453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5146090416722653453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5146090416722653453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/return-of-sunday-dinner.html' title='The Return of Sunday Dinner'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGm_zqUIN7I/AAAAAAAABxo/AewmijXJFfQ/s72-c/41903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7065677647070427426</id><published>2010-08-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:44:28.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatorland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It could be an attraction park ride, with the excitement that it produces. The words "grampy" and "gator" go hand in hand, and all day every day this is all Scott needed to be happy with life.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the grin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvy-tRI5I/AAAAAAAABxA/kuqwJKqNB1I/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvy-tRI5I/AAAAAAAABxA/kuqwJKqNB1I/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351253612372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning, last thing before bed. All day every day, like I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that rhymed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvyub_n7I/AAAAAAAABw4/Tnn_qEikUPA/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvyub_n7I/AAAAAAAABw4/Tnn_qEikUPA/s320/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351249244954546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried several times to feed the donkeys and horses next door with a camera present, but they were never there. He DID, however, feed them when the camera wasn't there. And he loved it. And he loved even more when anyone besides the donkey made a donkey sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, you do it" "Mommy, you do it" "Daddy, you do it again"&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me the things you don't hesitate to do once you are a parent. All for the amusement of one little friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvyUDasRI/AAAAAAAABww/75DwZL_cfm0/s1600/photo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvyUDasRI/AAAAAAAABww/75DwZL_cfm0/s320/photo4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351242162549010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grampy has a power wheels gator that Scott practiced steering on, but if he could convince you (which, let's be honest, wasn't very hard) he wanted the "big gator" most of the time. We won't be purchasing a power wheels gator anytime soon, because that would take all the fun out of "gators at grampy's". But he sure does love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-7065677647070427426?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7065677647070427426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7065677647070427426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7065677647070427426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7065677647070427426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/gatorland.html' title='Gatorland'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGbvy-tRI5I/AAAAAAAABxA/kuqwJKqNB1I/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8099012172106790312</id><published>2010-08-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:00:22.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuban Jumping Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is now on the verge of doing pretty much everything. Crawling, teething, eating,  getting his drivers license... the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hoping he would take some lessons from the master, Miss Julia Pearl. But, of all the skills that improved by watching her, his bounce seems to have made the most progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This toy taught him how fun his legs can be, and provided him with something to do for 5 hours today while on airplanes! Good exercise, great way to wear him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae4f954335b9651a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae4f954335b9651a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D820C32010DA315E21D217B75B92D9B46666AF365.2AAA65EA368EB3373F7A2DD71BF7232C8246FECF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae4f954335b9651a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjTA0xoPCrQQ1d-B6RlB54XzZzi8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae4f954335b9651a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D820C32010DA315E21D217B75B92D9B46666AF365.2AAA65EA368EB3373F7A2DD71BF7232C8246FECF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae4f954335b9651a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjTA0xoPCrQQ1d-B6RlB54XzZzi8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now currently posting our bouncer/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; and hoping for this upgrade. He could do this for hours, and I'm putting my money on the hope that he WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4165485076940567641-8099012172106790312?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8099012172106790312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8099012172106790312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8099012172106790312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8099012172106790312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuban-jumping-bean.html' title='Cuban Jumping Bean'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7502957465112364502</id><published>2010-08-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:08:17.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last day in Florida. Thinking of things to do. When given a list of options, Scott excitedly chose "THE PARK THE PARK THE PARK!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we sweat it out and took a picnic to the park.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac's first park swing, and he loved it. If he wasn't sitting upright he would have been sleeping withing seconds. Instead, he smiled a lazy smile and grabbed at everything grab-able!&lt;br /&gt;All this while maintaining his cute. He's a multi-talented little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGRDZ1nNuuI/AAAAAAAABwo/6ColONMjseA/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGRDZ1nNuuI/AAAAAAAABwo/6ColONMjseA/s320/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504598755720936162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a picnic to a park is like the ultimate dilemma for Scott. Food or play? Food or play? The answer may be surprising to those who know him. A sandwich with two little bites out of it was left by the wayside, and he was off!&lt;br /&gt;Scott is a swing pro! He ran from swing to swing and tried them all out. Tire swing, kiddie swing, and this favorite. The "wed one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGRDZZlf1uI/AAAAAAAABwg/yDHQ0OEHYuQ/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGRDZZlf1uI/AAAAAAAABwg/yDHQ0OEHYuQ/s320/photo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504598748197541602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soaking with sweat in minutes, but having too much fun to notice or care. He did, however, drink tons of cold water and is currently in the middle of a fantastically long nap!&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses what is up next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Gator ride and the pool. What else?&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/4165485076940567641-7502957465112364502?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7502957465112364502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7502957465112364502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7502957465112364502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7502957465112364502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/mood-swings.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGRDZ1nNuuI/AAAAAAAABwo/6ColONMjseA/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1552467622316193865</id><published>2010-08-11T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:36:03.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott vs. the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott spent a lot of time waiting to go to the beach. Mostly because his eyed opened ready. Forget breakfast, or a swimming suit, let's just get out there and SWIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he did while waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47dd5037a1b0fe29" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47dd5037a1b0fe29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D143E59410356B901562B438BEFB0E70D4FECC054.72592E2E72628EB2BE208A245AE5987DB3C04665%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47dd5037a1b0fe29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPOx1Mr5dtAhjstt6bEv91vOiqqU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47dd5037a1b0fe29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D143E59410356B901562B438BEFB0E70D4FECC054.72592E2E72628EB2BE208A245AE5987DB3C04665%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47dd5037a1b0fe29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPOx1Mr5dtAhjstt6bEv91vOiqqU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the beach, it's amazing the things a kid can find to entertain himself. This was a Scott favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ddfc4f9dc8bf84e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ddfc4f9dc8bf84e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39A317F3558900CE0EBBAF0BA27841781DA426B.24D364AA25D69AA542BE2A7B982D808C94F8CA19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ddfc4f9dc8bf84e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxB3yjBu3clyJpXJCnTsAT0vGtpQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ddfc4f9dc8bf84e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39A317F3558900CE0EBBAF0BA27841781DA426B.24D364AA25D69AA542BE2A7B982D808C94F8CA19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ddfc4f9dc8bf84e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxB3yjBu3clyJpXJCnTsAT0vGtpQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is turning into a kid. Not a baby, not a toddler, not even a little boy. A kid. A talking, curious, wild KID!&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/4165485076940567641-1552467622316193865?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1552467622316193865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1552467622316193865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1552467622316193865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1552467622316193865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/scott-vs-beach.html' title='Scott vs. the Beach'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4894270692222273342</id><published>2010-08-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:56:56.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's one thing Scott has loved this weekend, it is following his cousin Alyssa around and doing (or trying to do) everything she does. She was nice to be patient with his endless "what's that?" questions and they played hide and seek, watched cartoons and (if it can be considered a game) played "who's your shadow?" 24/7. First question when Scott woke up "Where is Awyssa?"&lt;br /&gt;When swimming, Scott constantly says "I'n coming Awyssa!" and paddles endlessly towards her (because Alyssa is a little too fast to ever be caught!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMzj1o_SI/AAAAAAAABwY/HERo-wBsZNo/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMzj1o_SI/AAAAAAAABwY/HERo-wBsZNo/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503975774533254434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac's cousin counterpart is Miss Julia Pearl. She is 3.5 months older than Isaac, and he is fascinated by her! She crawls and stands and is little miss social. We hope that he takes a lesson from the master and is crawling soon. He has started to sit up (as you can see), but only until there is something to wiggle about. Then it's over.&lt;br /&gt;This picture captures both of them in half-blinks, but they are both looking in the right direction, and that equals the best picture out of the 20 that were taken.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is a grabby grabberson, and always wants to hold Julia's hand, leg or face. Whatever is closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMzRSypZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/3UpT34mROHQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMzRSypZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/3UpT34mROHQ/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503975769555248530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4 Bori cousins. Cute runs in the family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMyyz5q6I/AAAAAAAABwI/KkfSOfd5vFI/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMyyz5q6I/AAAAAAAABwI/KkfSOfd5vFI/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503975761372621730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure he fully understood when we said bye to Alyssa tonight. She had to go back to her home a few hours away, and won't be around for the rest of our trip. I full expect to hear the question first thing tomorrow. "Where is Awyssa?"&lt;br /&gt;I hope he remembers her so that they can pick up where they left off next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMycNAptI/AAAAAAAABwA/bdWsNHd_nWw/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMycNAptI/AAAAAAAABwA/bdWsNHd_nWw/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503975755303921362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my cousins, Dude loves his cousins, and we are excited for our kids to love their cousins!&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/4165485076940567641-4894270692222273342?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4894270692222273342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4894270692222273342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4894270692222273342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4894270692222273342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGIMzj1o_SI/AAAAAAAABwY/HERo-wBsZNo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-617195449162444344</id><published>2010-08-09T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:58:48.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no better place for a family of fish than the beach! But when the beach is down the street, and there's a pool right outside your hotel room door, sometimes you just can't wait!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoLm1TZBI/AAAAAAAABv4/90Qd_L0fxvg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoLm1TZBI/AAAAAAAABv4/90Qd_L0fxvg/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503513293258712082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac was AMAZED by the sand. He kept getting it on his hands and then giving it this look. Allow him to demonstrate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoLMvv4nI/AAAAAAAABvw/CVDzg36Qj-4/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoLMvv4nI/AAAAAAAABvw/CVDzg36Qj-4/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503513286256091762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We held him standing in the sand right where the water hit, and he jumped and bounced and seemingly enjoyed it! Sat him down and he splashed, grabbed sand, and continued to love it!  Beach baby #2? I think yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoK44ZODI/AAAAAAAABvo/xIzKmpmjPKo/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoK44ZODI/AAAAAAAABvo/xIzKmpmjPKo/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503513280923646002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 2 kids=having only one kid smiling in each picture. Scott was too distracted by all the sand and water fun that he would NOT stop long enough to look up and say cheese. Usually he's such a camera lover, but not today. There was something better to be doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoKU8SdsI/AAAAAAAABvg/GuBAX_MedQ0/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoKU8SdsI/AAAAAAAABvg/GuBAX_MedQ0/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503513271276304066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burying his feet! He kept himself busy filling his dump truck, burying toes, and throwing sand when his mom wasn't looking to stop him! He was a little hesitant to enter the water, because those waves are scary! They come right at you with their wetness!! Once past the waves, he couldn't get enough. The salt in the water added to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buoyancy&lt;/span&gt; and he was a pro! Kicking his feet and using his arms, almost a regular swimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoJ1eR78I/AAAAAAAABvY/N-gDoBtVxk4/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoJ1eR78I/AAAAAAAABvY/N-gDoBtVxk4/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503513262828941250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coolest thing about the beach today? Oh, just that Dolphin swimming by, no big deal.  Not too close, and we couldn't get Scott to look in the right direction when it came up for air, but it was cool for me!&lt;br /&gt;We came back to the hotel for food and naps, and a classic Florida storm rolled in, so we are back. Will revisit the pool if the rain stops, but planning on eating some good food and playing some fun games. Just your regular family fun!!&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/4165485076940567641-617195449162444344?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/617195449162444344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=617195449162444344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/617195449162444344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/617195449162444344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-boys.html' title='The Beach Boys'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TGBoLm1TZBI/AAAAAAAABv4/90Qd_L0fxvg/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6395134242748325256</id><published>2010-08-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:25:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So much of the fun of Disney happens after the sun goes down, that we couldn't leave for something as silly as BEDTIME! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wwJf4ymI/AAAAAAAABvQ/JCX2yTLFm8U/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wwJf4ymI/AAAAAAAABvQ/JCX2yTLFm8U/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503241242155731554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present: King {Arthur} Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wvsCs7cI/AAAAAAAABvI/IHq7AfTiJTo/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wvsCs7cI/AAAAAAAABvI/IHq7AfTiJTo/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503241234248691138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do have one complaint about our day. Mickey Mouse?! What on earth? Isn't this HIS place?? Where WAS he? On the park map, it gives you a "schedule" of the characters, but it says: Mickey Mouse at this location or this location or this location at various random times throughout the day. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the place we KNEW he would have to be. The PARADE! And we found him, standing up on a float, waving from a distance, out of picture taking range. That elusive stinker of a rodent! It's a darn good thing Scott had too much fun to notice the lack of Mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wgjiNM2I/AAAAAAAABvA/KlLoi2v1Kus/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wgjiNM2I/AAAAAAAABvA/KlLoi2v1Kus/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503240974266872674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;. You wish you were there, admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the parade, the coolest fireworks show ever surrounded us. Literally had to turn our heads to see some of them from where we were sitting. Talk about magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wO6LLLjI/AAAAAAAABuw/VWmVdt8ydlM/s1600/IMG_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wO6LLLjI/AAAAAAAABuw/VWmVdt8ydlM/s320/IMG_2025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503240671106641458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to top off the most fun day of his life, he got to pick out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;.  Not just any souvenir, but a Mickey Mouse, light up, twirling AWESOME souvenir. He may have been sweaty, overly tired, and generally wired... but nothing a light up stick of awesome can't cure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wOUqm1LI/AAAAAAAABuo/ytUQOPaqGlo/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wOUqm1LI/AAAAAAAABuo/ytUQOPaqGlo/s320/IMG_2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503240661037929650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So glad we got to do this with our kids, and that Scott enjoyed it as much as I wanted him to! Can't wait to do it again soon!!&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/4165485076940567641-6395134242748325256?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6395134242748325256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6395134242748325256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6395134242748325256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6395134242748325256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiest-place-on-earth-part-2.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth- Part 2'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF9wwJf4ymI/AAAAAAAABvQ/JCX2yTLFm8U/s72-c/IMG_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-412598405876200523</id><published>2010-08-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:40:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it really was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the HUMID weather, and Saturday summer crowds, it was TOTALLY WICKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_Vfv35GI/AAAAAAAABtg/OSZQdP9nxF4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_Vfv35GI/AAAAAAAABtg/OSZQdP9nxF4/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502905433225421922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both boys were such good sports, and stayed happy and cooperative all day long (and it was a long day... note the time of this post. 1:30 am FL time. This is not a breech of my challenge, however, because I'm from Arizona.)&lt;br /&gt;Isaac learned that he loves ice. Little ice chips to keep cool, and it was funny to watch. Every time he made a face like it was terrible, til it was over. Then he loved it and wanted more! His happy is contagious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF5APpp_IcI/AAAAAAAABto/guK-wE7v8gw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF5APpp_IcI/AAAAAAAABto/guK-wE7v8gw/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502906432317497794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Boy sporting his Mickey shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_VBDtZiI/AAAAAAAABtY/QTdaqDqOqyk/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_VBDtZiI/AAAAAAAABtY/QTdaqDqOqyk/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502905424987121186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott celebrating his excitement for the Aladdin flying carpets ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_UhTGFHI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vqWT4V7WC5k/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_UhTGFHI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vqWT4V7WC5k/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502905416461718642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point later in the day, as I was changing his diaper, I said "are you ready to go on some more rides?" His answer was "Carpets". He loved this ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_UEV79LI/AAAAAAAABtI/hLjgFUfGHvo/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_UEV79LI/AAAAAAAABtI/hLjgFUfGHvo/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502905408689009842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott went on his first ever ROLLERCOASTER. You will just have to take my word that he is on that thing, I had some technical difficulties. We were worried that he would hate it and come off crying, but he had a HUGE grin on his face and Daddy said he was thrilled and excited the whole time. It could have gone either way! I'm glad because this means I have a rollercoaster buddy in the making!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF5AP11zfqI/AAAAAAAABtw/yv2HgDde88A/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF5AP11zfqI/AAAAAAAABtw/yv2HgDde88A/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502906435588292258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest, there really wasn't a ride that Scott didn't like. Another favorite was the teacups. We span (er, spinned? spun?) that teacup as fast as we could, and he giggled and grinned the entire time. Couldn't walk in a straight line when it was over, but what's the fun in walking straight anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF5AQdlaSJI/AAAAAAAABt4/1cFr4MRg5bo/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF5AQdlaSJI/AAAAAAAABt4/1cFr4MRg5bo/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502906446256949394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this.... is what happens when you take a 2 year old to Disney World and stuff him full of fun all day! It's a good thing he napped, so we could get out and do more, but he was definitely a conversation piece for others eating their meals! You gotta do what you gotta do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_T_DJriI/AAAAAAAABtA/So_ZrtJdpkA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_T_DJriI/AAAAAAAABtA/So_ZrtJdpkA/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502905407268040226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of our Disney fun to come!!!&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/4165485076940567641-412598405876200523?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/412598405876200523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=412598405876200523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/412598405876200523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/412598405876200523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiest-place-on-earth-part-1.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth- Part 1'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TF4_Vfv35GI/AAAAAAAABtg/OSZQdP9nxF4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4745211766401711482</id><published>2010-08-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T09:40:54.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Me to the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been looking forward to our Florida trip for months, and it finally arrived!!! The day started before the day actually started, at 4 am. It was Isaac's first flight, and he loved it. He wanted to be seeing and touching and eating everything. Only problem was that in order to see and touch and eat it all, sleeping was not an option!! So when the tired set it, the grump set in. Hopefully we didn't make too many old people mad. How could you hate it, he's the cutest screaming grump ever!? (I know it really is annoying when someone's kid is crying on a plane. I was totally embarrassed. Don't be fooled, I know it's terrible. I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNtu-SCCI/AAAAAAAABsw/A-gNzBWmtNI/s1600/August+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNtu-SCCI/AAAAAAAABsw/A-gNzBWmtNI/s320/August+2010+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502499030326970402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is a pro flier! His first flight was when he was 2 months old, and he has flown a lot since then! Now if only there was a way to release the energy that a 2 year old stores while on an airplane. Maybe they should have a treadmill section. "Run while flying". It could be a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, with enough snacks and movies, this kid can be a perfect angel. You just have to be well stocked in the snack/movie department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNuAm5UTI/AAAAAAAABs4/NflDX0ukgyY/s1600/August+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNuAm5UTI/AAAAAAAABs4/NflDX0ukgyY/s320/August+2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502499035060719922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott was totally excited to pose for a picture with Isaac, and was looking at the camera and smiling. Til Isaac had a "I'm being held in a weird position" meltdown. The picture quality nose dived from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNtYvdjhI/AAAAAAAABso/zevCB4IJYT4/s1600/August+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNtYvdjhI/AAAAAAAABso/zevCB4IJYT4/s320/August+2010+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502499024359230994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the places to have a layover between AZ and FL, we stopped in Cleavland Ohio! I looked out the window as the pilot announced our initial descent, and I saw nothing but WATER. I had no idea that Ohio was near an OCEAN!? Oh... one of the Great Lakes, you say? I guess that makes sense. After we debated it right until landing, we turned to google, and sure enough! Great Lake. Looked like an ocean. Crazy! Learn something new every day, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNs02pEjI/AAAAAAAABsg/CWBSKRMQMnQ/s1600/August+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNs02pEjI/AAAAAAAABsg/CWBSKRMQMnQ/s320/August+2010+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502499014725669426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finally arrived in FL, we got to ride on a SHUTTLE!! Scott totally thought he was on a train, and it was the most thrilling thing for him. He was so excited about the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNssFAAjI/AAAAAAAABsY/D_hc6_eolwA/s1600/August+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNssFAAjI/AAAAAAAABsY/D_hc6_eolwA/s320/August+2010+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502499012369973810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wait, kid. Tomorrow come the real thrills!!&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/4165485076940567641-4745211766401711482?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4745211766401711482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4745211766401711482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4745211766401711482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4745211766401711482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly Me to the Moon'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFzNtu-SCCI/AAAAAAAABsw/A-gNzBWmtNI/s72-c/August+2010+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4203036949644769187</id><published>2010-08-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:04:17.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Challenge Begins</title><content type='html'>It's official, I've run out of pictures to blog... so from now til the 21st of August (15 days and counting...), this will be more of a daily journal than anything. Which is ok, because VACATION HAS BEGUN! We arrived in Florida this afternoon and have tons of fun planned, so get ready for tons of fun stories and pictures. Starting.... now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-4203036949644769187?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4203036949644769187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4203036949644769187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4203036949644769187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4203036949644769187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-challenge-begins.html' title='The True Challenge Begins'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5937408001426901928</id><published>2010-08-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:50:23.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got a Friend in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They finally play together!! I used to stop Scott from pushing Isaac in the swing. Something about infants and shaken baby syndrome. Then, one day, Isaac loved it. He laughed and talked and watched his big brother. It was too cute to put an end to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-991048c1178e4ebe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D991048c1178e4ebe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D247430DA5C29E0137C716F442471989BA1C2A951.2B7702980DF593A2FF998445546378EA25B12F85%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D991048c1178e4ebe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di6I-frNtSnIMWEUW3NPgZJSqW2w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D991048c1178e4ebe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D247430DA5C29E0137C716F442471989BA1C2A951.2B7702980DF593A2FF998445546378EA25B12F85%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D991048c1178e4ebe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di6I-frNtSnIMWEUW3NPgZJSqW2w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til I can send them into the backyard to entertain each other and all I have to do is referee!! Best friends and worst enemies= BROTHERS!&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/4165485076940567641-5937408001426901928?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5937408001426901928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5937408001426901928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5937408001426901928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5937408001426901928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/youve-got-friend-in-me.html' title='You&apos;ve Got a Friend in Me'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8459385596607196043</id><published>2010-08-04T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:58:35.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of a Beautiful Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good friend of mine had a baby, conveniently, 4 days before Isaac was born. When Scott was only 4 months old, I joined a mom's group, and Scott had insta-friends. Some of those kids are now Scotty's best buddies. And then, Isaac came along. Don't want to just go join another group for Isaac to have friends, but none of the other moms got the "have your second baby now" memo... so it was a lucky thing that an "insta-friend" was born 3 houses down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Tristan. He and Isaac clocked in at almost the exact same weight and height at birth, and have stayed pretty close in those statistics since. Tristan has big blue eyes and blonde hair that counter Isaac's big dark eyes dark hair. Tristan has been coming to play for a few hours a couple times a week, and... let's be honest, they really don't know to care for one another yet. Sometimes they care for the other's toy, but that's about as far as it goes. But believe you me, one day, these boys are gonna be best buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFnQmNPLwfI/AAAAAAAABsQ/5tdY8xaTaOM/s1600/playdate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFnQmNPLwfI/AAAAAAAABsQ/5tdY8xaTaOM/s320/playdate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501657774616723954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking a lot lately about Isaac, and since he has been getting less blog time so far in my challenge, I wanted to put a little blurb in here about him. Isaac wants to be on the move. He is not a snuggler at all, because that means he cant be wiggling, and scooting and trying to crawl! So he spends a lot of time on the floor. Tasting everything in sight, spinning in circles, and getting genuinely upset when he gets up to his knees and rocks, but cant move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was born with a form of tongue tie that prevented him from successfully breastfeeding. The Dr said that if it caused speech problems later in life that they would do something, but that in most cases they correct themselves. Well, as the paranoid mom I am, I have been worried. Isaac is so content and happy... and QUIET. He doesn't really jabber. He laughs, and cries, and yells out when he is ticked. But when he is just content and playing, he's silent. I call him my little mime. Everything about him is perfect, except one funny little tongue. Don't be alarmed, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Just wanted to make sure I recorded it so that I could remember about his progress and milestones.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is currently accepting challengers in rolling competitions. He can get across a room so fast you'd think he had crawled there. Nope, rolled. He's like a ninja. He's silent, he rolls with great speed and precision, and he could kill you with one shot of his dimples in your direction. Watch out world, for the Dark Silent Ninja Isaac!!&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/4165485076940567641-8459385596607196043?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8459385596607196043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8459385596607196043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8459385596607196043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8459385596607196043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/start-of-beautiful-friendship.html' title='The Start of a Beautiful Friendship'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFnQmNPLwfI/AAAAAAAABsQ/5tdY8xaTaOM/s72-c/playdate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-861269132099323338</id><published>2010-08-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:18:35.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed to Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tie is too big. Who cares, its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knot at his chin was so big that his collar wouldn't stay folded down. Who cares, its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He needs to wear pants that aren't elastic before I can justify tucking his shirt in. We tried it, not so cute.&lt;br /&gt;He's turning into a boy. Where is my baby Scott? It's a good thing he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has started asking for "hair cuts". Every time, we correct him and then he asks for a "hair do", but it always starts the wrong way. Imagine if we gave him a hair cut every time he asked. Not so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFjafIW_C9I/AAAAAAAABsI/9QW5McZvH0w/s1600/11photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFjafIW_C9I/AAAAAAAABsI/9QW5McZvH0w/s320/11photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501387173187750866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember that saying "ain't ain't a word and you ain't supposed to say it. Say "ain't" 5 times and you ain't goin to heaven."? I feel like someone could say this about me and the word cute in this blog... but really, can you blame me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this smile the cutest cute thing you've ever seen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFjae0fohtI/AAAAAAAABsA/MsZ446ZkdHc/s1600/12photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFjae0fohtI/AAAAAAAABsA/MsZ446ZkdHc/s320/12photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501387167855314642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate to brag, but I make CUTE kids! Ain't that the truth!?&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/4165485076940567641-861269132099323338?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/861269132099323338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=861269132099323338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/861269132099323338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/861269132099323338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-to-kill.html' title='Dressed to Kill'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFjafIW_C9I/AAAAAAAABsI/9QW5McZvH0w/s72-c/11photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8696569255830321118</id><published>2010-08-02T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:38:31.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scotty Dialogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how a typical conversation with Scott goes. Not always about this topic, but he always uses the same logic and persuasive powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9a8f237f433c76f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9a8f237f433c76f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ABCFE9631F858C0917281A348C51DBC4DB7150A.4AE7C4E99111A0869EB400360725DC0C1D0651AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9a8f237f433c76f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlv958Sb14fbBdobyBEF36OEtN7w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9a8f237f433c76f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ABCFE9631F858C0917281A348C51DBC4DB7150A.4AE7C4E99111A0869EB400360725DC0C1D0651AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9a8f237f433c76f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlv958Sb14fbBdobyBEF36OEtN7w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-8696569255830321118?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8696569255830321118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8696569255830321118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8696569255830321118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8696569255830321118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/scotty-dialogues.html' title='The Scotty Dialogues'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3800654463705626555</id><published>2010-08-01T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:56:12.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's hard for Scott to get hair cuts. Not because he hates it, or is afraid, but because he wants to see what is going on all the time. So we tried giving him a car. Scott LOVES cars. Apparently a car was not enough, because it could not distract him for longer than a few seconds.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFYk-tXpVqI/AAAAAAAABr4/-yIEi5AtOTk/s1600/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFYk-tXpVqI/AAAAAAAABr4/-yIEi5AtOTk/s320/217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624654628902562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cars, the Disney movie, shown on the nearest iphone, on the other hand, did the trick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFYk-drDg2I/AAAAAAAABrw/JGt_aVtMhy4/s1600/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFYk-drDg2I/AAAAAAAABrw/JGt_aVtMhy4/s320/226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624650415342434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a shame that he needs haircuts so often. More often than we visit Utah. I think our next family investment will have to be some clippers. And some lessons for me on how to use said clippers.&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/4165485076940567641-3800654463705626555?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3800654463705626555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3800654463705626555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3800654463705626555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3800654463705626555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/08/magic-of-technology.html' title='The Magic of Technology'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFYk-tXpVqI/AAAAAAAABr4/-yIEi5AtOTk/s72-c/217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8031903998537548943</id><published>2010-07-31T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:20:49.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and some weeks. We waited to have Isaac's pictures taken til we were in Utah, where the coolest photographer on the planet (my sister) resides and was available to help! She captured Isaac with perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmXibG9SI/AAAAAAAABrg/qSWGZOfwfwg/s1600/e12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmXibG9SI/AAAAAAAABrg/qSWGZOfwfwg/s320/e12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500133599489750306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac at 4 months:&lt;br /&gt;Smiling ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;Doing push ups&lt;br /&gt;Rolling from his tummy to back, but not *quite* his back to tummy&lt;br /&gt;Had his first hair cut. The mohawk in the back was getting out of control, and there were some random hairs that were a mile long!&lt;br /&gt;Eats his toes, sucks on his fingers, and rejects pacifiers. This one is hard for me. Pacifiers were a stand by with Scott... Isaac has his own plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmYDTxPsI/AAAAAAAABro/jh1ILecioEw/s1600/e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmYDTxPsI/AAAAAAAABro/jh1ILecioEw/s320/e8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500133608317337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Isaac have started to notice one another in a playful way. They are going to be best friends someday soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmXBv0LLI/AAAAAAAABrY/WZDR3u1Wt8A/s1600/e10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmXBv0LLI/AAAAAAAABrY/WZDR3u1Wt8A/s320/e10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500133590718229682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't weigh Isaac when he was 4 months old. I DID weigh him when he was 5 months, and he was 17 lbs. Compared to Scott at 4 months (19 lbs) and 6 months (22 lbs) he's got a lot of catching up to do. He doesn't have the rolls that Scott had, but he has mile-deep dimples and wiggles that are directly linked to the dimples. You see the dimples, you see the wiggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmWpMqjrI/AAAAAAAABrQ/5JKylpy-JeU/s1600/e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmWpMqjrI/AAAAAAAABrQ/5JKylpy-JeU/s320/e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500133584128347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving being a family of four! Lucky to be blessed with such fantastic men in my life, and grateful to be learning and growing along side the cutest little friends a girl could ask for. They teach me as much or more than I could ever expect to teach them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmWMhYcnI/AAAAAAAABrI/wQua3TerAfg/s1600/e13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmWMhYcnI/AAAAAAAABrI/wQua3TerAfg/s320/e13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500133576430613106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love&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/4165485076940567641-8031903998537548943?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8031903998537548943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8031903998537548943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8031903998537548943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8031903998537548943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFRmXibG9SI/AAAAAAAABrg/qSWGZOfwfwg/s72-c/e12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-991667974950957628</id><published>2010-07-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:48:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of Boy:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noun: A noise with dirt on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDdlEEttI/AAAAAAAABqw/jSIZSgG7d6M/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDdlEEttI/AAAAAAAABqw/jSIZSgG7d6M/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499813745393972946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It never ceases to amaze me at how naturally being a stinker comes to boys. You can bet their mothers are not teaching them this!&lt;br /&gt;They sure do know how to have fun, and most of the time fun comes in interesting packages. Like turning a broom upside down and pounding on the floor with the stick end. Or finding a bag of flour and sprinkling it evenly over the kitchen floor. Running circles around the living room "racing" with the dog. Running towards another child head on, into a tackle (which is only well received if it is another equally stinky boy on the tackling end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDu5rDviI/AAAAAAAABrA/65z8CfFQkrs/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDu5rDviI/AAAAAAAABrA/65z8CfFQkrs/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499814042983972386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, Scott has a partner in crime. If it wasn't for Anderson (and the other boys in Scotty's plagroup) Isaac would be the target of too many tackles. Anderson and his family came with us to Utah, and I can tell you this: the only thing better than being at CiCi and Bubba's house is having your best bud with you. They spend the days chasing the poor dog, playing in the backyard, and being crazy. Nothing new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDdB6AIRI/AAAAAAAABqo/7m9XFcrW0RU/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDdB6AIRI/AAAAAAAABqo/7m9XFcrW0RU/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499813735956488466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story how we got to be friends with Anderson, and I might not believe it myself if it weren't true, but I'm forever grateful for that long unbelievable story!&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/4165485076940567641-991667974950957628?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/991667974950957628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=991667974950957628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/991667974950957628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/991667974950957628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/definition-of-boy.html' title='Definition of Boy:'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFNDdlEEttI/AAAAAAAABqw/jSIZSgG7d6M/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8342489103764582677</id><published>2010-07-29T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:40:26.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Note to self: when offering a 2 year old boy breakfast, "frog sandwich" should not be an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: Because if it is, he will think that is the greatest idea ever and keep asking and asking... but where are you gonna get a frog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options if you accidentally do offer this to him:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go frog hunting&lt;br /&gt;2. Dye scrambled eggs green, use raisins for the eyes, and hope he doesn't notice that frogs taste just like scrambled eggs (one of his usual favorites)&lt;br /&gt;or, 3. give him peanut butter on toast and hope he forgets about the frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFIP-c2WUDI/AAAAAAAABqY/lBttKfFnLG0/s1600/553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFIP-c2WUDI/AAAAAAAABqY/lBttKfFnLG0/s320/553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499475660543250482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which one we went with??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFIP-_nPloI/AAAAAAAABqg/DT_kxXm1-6Y/s1600/558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFIP-_nPloI/AAAAAAAABqg/DT_kxXm1-6Y/s320/558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499475669875136130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day I'll try the egg thing, because he still thinks a frog sandwich is the coolest sounding thing on earth. Boys.....&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/4165485076940567641-8342489103764582677?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8342489103764582677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8342489103764582677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8342489103764582677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8342489103764582677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/frog-sandwich.html' title='Frog Sandwich'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TFIP-c2WUDI/AAAAAAAABqY/lBttKfFnLG0/s72-c/553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-223367309718847212</id><published>2010-07-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:55:11.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Er, rather... the 3rd of July (since we were in Utah, and the 4th was on a Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing like being able to go outside on a summer evening and play. There's REALLY nothing like being able to set fire to things in the street without fear of the whole state igniting! This was the first year we were able to do street fireworks with Scott, and honestly... it took him a while to get used to the idea. And once he DID, he had to cover his ears and watch (a habit which has carried over into our every day life. When the TV gets turned on, for instance... until he knows its not gonna be LOUD, he plays it safe and covers his ears. Silly kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was funny about the fireworks. He hated the noise, but just couldn't look away. It was definitely a love/hate relationship for him. Next year... next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Utah trip was a birthday request for me, and it was a great weekend! Family everywhere!! After this fun party, we were able to go see the big fireworks with Dude's sister. Those fireworks, by the way, are particularly for me. Have been every year since I can remember. It is the country's way of saying "Happy Birthday, Jessi!" Sorry if you thought it was for someone else's birthday (like the nation's). You have been misled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Never a better way to spend a birthday than surrounded by family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-66.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573478368102&amp;amp;site=widget-66.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573478368102&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-66.slide.com/p1/2738188573478368102/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573478368102&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-66.slide.com/p2/2738188573478368102/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573478368102&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-66.slide.com/p4/2738188573478368102/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&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/4165485076940567641-223367309718847212?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/223367309718847212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=223367309718847212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/223367309718847212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/223367309718847212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/independance-day.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2357902032110519654</id><published>2010-07-27T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:01:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba-Coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't want any of the residents of Utah to feel bad about this, but I think I can guess what Scott's favorite part of that state is. It wrestles, tickles, it plays and turns Scott into an airplane. It rhymes with Hubba. It's his...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;BUBBA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NIibooLI/AAAAAAAABqA/5anUXsVBboo/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NIibooLI/AAAAAAAABqA/5anUXsVBboo/s320/116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498768847863849138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seriously, if there was something on Earth that could do this to me, it would be my best friend too! Who wouldn't love that!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NJgtNACI/AAAAAAAABqI/pP8l_7fGwTg/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NJgtNACI/AAAAAAAABqI/pP8l_7fGwTg/s320/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498768864580534306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a serious, unprovoked love between a boy and his grandpa. Scott has two great ones, and he thinks the world of both of them! I love that he has such a great time following them around and playing and getting to know them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NIADHw9I/AAAAAAAABp4/_OsnFUz9AGU/s1600/302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NIADHw9I/AAAAAAAABp4/_OsnFUz9AGU/s320/302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498768838634226642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Scott's buddy Anderson recognizes a grandpa when he sees one, and loves him just the same! Nothing like a Bubba to make a little boy happy to be alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NHsAQeoI/AAAAAAAABpw/cMwr3y5ftFM/s1600/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NHsAQeoI/AAAAAAAABpw/cMwr3y5ftFM/s320/245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498768833253505666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeze!! &lt;3 our Bubba!&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/4165485076940567641-2357902032110519654?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2357902032110519654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2357902032110519654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2357902032110519654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2357902032110519654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/bubba-coaster.html' title='Bubba-Coaster'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE-NIibooLI/AAAAAAAABqA/5anUXsVBboo/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1582012068225921755</id><published>2010-07-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:20:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the River and Through the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it was actually more like over a dam and through Las Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have driven to Utah many times, but usually it's through the night and we arrive at 3 am. THIS time, we decided to take our time, see the sights, and see some of our favorite people along the way! First stop: Hoover Dam! Dude was full of (useless?) knowledge about the Hoover Dam, and he was reciting the storage file from his brain to us the whole time we were driving through. It was all very interesting... the one I remember is that there are dead people in the dam. Whole dead bodies. Not really the uplifting kind of stuff you read about here on my blog, but that's the knowledge I retained from my lesson. When you win a million on a game show with that answer, you can promptly write me a check. It was I, in fact, who made the first "dam" joke, but it wasn't a joke! I really didn't know they had dam tours!? But they DO, and people spend whole days there: going on dam tours, riding the dam elevator, talking to the dam workers, taking dam pictures.... I digress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5KTAzShBI/AAAAAAAABpQ/rIXqw2Cy9pc/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5KTAzShBI/AAAAAAAABpQ/rIXqw2Cy9pc/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498413885559047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really is quite a breathtaking thing. Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Las Vegas!! Here's where I have to admit that I didn't take any pictures. I am a terrible blogger and a terrible mom. Go ahead, think it. Did you? OK, moving on!&lt;br /&gt;In Las Vegas, are the 4 of the coolest ladies we know, and we got to see them! Pizza, swimming pools, watermelon and chatting by the pool! It was a perfect way to spend an evening, we don't see those gals enough!&lt;br /&gt;We slept in a hotel room in Vegas. Talk about an adventure. 2 year old in a hotel room, in a pack and play that he is speedily outgrowing, reaching everything, laughing, talking and generally NOT sleeping. Not til after 10 pm, that is. Great, just great... tomorrow should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the morning and on our way. Last stop on the road: Nana and Papa! Who, I must say, live in a house that is definitely NOT toddler proofed! Watch out china!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5KShZyKhI/AAAAAAAABpI/vgMk1kZbU4A/s1600/100_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5KShZyKhI/AAAAAAAABpI/vgMk1kZbU4A/s320/100_1951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498413877130570258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5sWBD_KhI/AAAAAAAABpo/focypZgqrww/s1600/100_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5sWBD_KhI/AAAAAAAABpo/focypZgqrww/s320/100_1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498451320564034066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott just loves his Nana and Papa. He was ready to play ball with Papa all day long (unfortunately we didn't have all day long). We were able to have lunch, play some ball, and celebrate a birthday with delicious cake and ice cream. Nothing like getting a 2 year old wound up on ice cream right before a car ride, right? We're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5J8m8JfVI/AAAAAAAABpA/2iaJX1QBQGw/s1600/100_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5SPSH0lyI/AAAAAAAABpY/HTz-SQCigvQ/s1600/100_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5SPSH0lyI/AAAAAAAABpY/HTz-SQCigvQ/s320/100_1955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498422617582114594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac just about rolled from his back to front for the very first time right before Nana's eyes... he got SO close. I think that would have made Nana's YEAR! Come on Isaac, get with the program kiddo! Performing for adults and being cute=free cake. Just ask Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5SP40hTCI/AAAAAAAABpg/2vYwCaR6Ql0/s1600/100_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5SP40hTCI/AAAAAAAABpg/2vYwCaR6Ql0/s320/100_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498422627970141218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you couldn't tell, this is the beginning of the series of blogs I like to call "We went to Utah, where people take lots of pictures." More stories and pics soon (well, tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5IgEauJ5I/AAAAAAAABow/G619hi89KNk/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-1582012068225921755?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1582012068225921755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1582012068225921755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1582012068225921755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1582012068225921755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/over-river-and-through-woods.html' title='Over the River and Through the Woods'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TE5KTAzShBI/AAAAAAAABpQ/rIXqw2Cy9pc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4909644139633316157</id><published>2010-07-25T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:17:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, you'll come visit and see this for yourself, I'm sure of it. However, since it could have changed 2 times before then, and I have to do a blog a day :) I'll give you the virtual tour of the newest rooms in our house.&lt;br /&gt;You already got a sneak preview of the BIG BOY BED, but until mid/late June that big boy bed was still in the middle of a jungle themed nursery. We can't have that now, can we... especially since another child was in need of the jungle fare.&lt;br /&gt;A few repainted squares, some vintage cars straight from Cuba, and an airplane toy straight from Spain, a new toy shelf, a car rug and a table for trains... what more could a transportation lovin kid need?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4iOmoxUI/AAAAAAAABoY/QKerQ-uQLNw/s1600/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4iOmoxUI/AAAAAAAABoY/QKerQ-uQLNw/s320/photo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498042512031925570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be 3 jungle theme framed pictures on this wall, and I could NOT think of what to replace them with... til I saw some unpainted wood shapes at the dollar store and dug deep for the creative juice in my bones. Bravely, I used PAINT on a wall in an ARTISTIC way. I don't know what I was thinking... after learning that I needed to keep a wet paper towel close by for mistakes, I did it, and my vision took life. And turned out totally awesome, if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz451GfOoI/AAAAAAAABoo/JV_vyMtDnbA/s1600/4photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz451GfOoI/AAAAAAAABoo/JV_vyMtDnbA/s320/4photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498042917503056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids dont have the luxury of a "play room", but they DO get all their toys right in their rooms... so I'm not sure they would consider the lack of toy room a bad thing. This particular "blessing" causes some difficulty at 8 pm, 6 am, and 12 pm. How hard is it to sleep when your eyes open and there are TOYS!! Right there!! Waiting to be played with!! Apparantly, its very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz45Xn3HkI/AAAAAAAABog/ZaOpKOOWYsc/s1600/5photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz45Xn3HkI/AAAAAAAABog/ZaOpKOOWYsc/s320/5photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498042909589970498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did some major room rearranging, and made what used to be the office into the new nursery. I would like you to note that there is still a fully functional guest bed here. Just for you. Please use it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4h7ZP7RI/AAAAAAAABoQ/qW16Ib3n5Ak/s1600/2photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4h7ZP7RI/AAAAAAAABoQ/qW16Ib3n5Ak/s320/2photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498042506875497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac's room was a lot easier than Scott's because I already had all the stuff, and just moved it from one room to another. There is still one unfinished piece, and its the blank spot above the crib... I am currently coveting/accepting donations for this:&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl lettering of his name with a cute monkey. Of course, it won't say Elijah, this is simply a demonstration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4hi75eWI/AAAAAAAABoI/R-9OZshaZm0/s1600/il_430xN.160959558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4hi75eWI/AAAAAAAABoI/R-9OZshaZm0/s320/il_430xN.160959558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498042500309940578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried about how these built in shelves would play a part in a nursery, but I rather like the decorating without decorating that it allows. All I had to do was stick the cute colorful toys on the shelves, and the room is a full, bright, happy place (complete with guest bed, did I mention that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4hB7mROI/AAAAAAAABoA/zkbRUOb9f-Y/s1600/3photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4hB7mROI/AAAAAAAABoA/zkbRUOb9f-Y/s320/3photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498042491450311906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any of you that feel ripped off because this post has no pictures of the kids: get over it. I promised a blog a day, not a picture of the kids every day. Maybe you'll get lucky tomorrow!!&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/4165485076940567641-4909644139633316157?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4909644139633316157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4909644139633316157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4909644139633316157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4909644139633316157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/grand-tour.html' title='Grand Tour'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEz4iOmoxUI/AAAAAAAABoY/QKerQ-uQLNw/s72-c/photo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6984493881687947093</id><published>2010-07-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:10:36.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Collection of Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no appropriate title that would link all of the following pictures or stories. Nonetheless, they are cute, and all have super duper stories for your listening (er...reading) pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Arizona, the local malls do free Concert Series throughout the year. There's usually always a concert to be found on a weekend night, if you know where to look. We were able to go with some of our good friends to dinner and one of said concerts, and we had a blast!! It was blues music, and Scott and his buddies Colin and Anderson danced, and laughed, and occasionally ran off into the mall stores, but generally had a great time! And, as parents, it was a nice "date" and a fun something different to do as a family. Since this particular concert (which was our first of the season) we have taken Scott to a few, and he has loved every one! Camping chairs, a pizza, and family togetherness! What could be better?! He captures the heart of the nearest old ladies by dancing the night away and flashing his cute grin and epic personality! Next time you are here, we'll take you to one... and you'll never turn back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEui8HIdSGI/AAAAAAAABnQ/IrqzGaAUMGs/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEui8HIdSGI/AAAAAAAABnQ/IrqzGaAUMGs/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497666923726194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, we are finding out that there are a lot of life lessons that kids need to learn. A LOT! One of those, that is probably not quite on top of the importance list, but was a fun one for us to try out, was that of money management. Scott LOVES to help his daddy in the yard, so one day after he had helped, we gave him a dollar. It was a hit. Who would have thought that a two year old would have such an immediate attachment to a green piece of paper that he has no idea has any value beyond looking cool. But he soon learned...&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward an hour, and we were at QT, learning the exact value of that green paper.&lt;br /&gt;Only one problem: a 2 year old+a gas station with aisles and aisles of goodies= indecision station!! He picked up the first thing he saw, which was a bag of chips. We were pretty sure that if he saw the rest of his options, he would change his mind, so we walked him to the appropriate row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, kid knows how  to make a wise choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEujqfTQ79I/AAAAAAAABn4/Tgx3d_zZcHA/s1600/photo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEujqfTQ79I/AAAAAAAABn4/Tgx3d_zZcHA/s320/photo8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497667720487956434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it took him 6.2 minutes to down the whole bag. Maybe next time we give him money we will take more control of the purchased item and help him savor it. Not even sure he tasted them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are 4 months old, there is nothing more fun that laying in a pile of clothes, and eating them all! We got a bag of hand me downs from AWESOME friends, and after I went through them, Isaac browsed the selection. If he could speak English, I would have asked which were his favorites, but if you ask me he liked them all! DELICIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about shop til you drop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEujZ8oH24I/AAAAAAAABnw/uurmia41_o8/s1600/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEujZ8oH24I/AAAAAAAABnw/uurmia41_o8/s320/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497667436302293890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Look at this ^ cute little leg roll. Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays at our mall are magical this summer. They have a program called Kids Club, where they sing songs, read stories, play games, and get treats... all for free... and there's a big furry character named Dewper that is the coolest thing a 2 year old has ever seen! THEN, this particular mall has a carousel, and if you are a member of the kids club, you get a FREE RIDE! THEN, if you are a member of the kids club, you get a FREE chick-fil-a kids meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday is "mommy-scotty day". We see Dewper, go to the puppy store (of course), ride a carousel and get some lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEui7uwW2zI/AAAAAAAABnI/7mPK8Du4XX0/s1600/1photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEui7uwW2zI/AAAAAAAABnI/7mPK8Du4XX0/s320/1photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497666917182659378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 2, which means he has his moments... but he is one fun kid! I'm lucky to be able to spend my days hanging out with him. Plus, hes cute. That's a real bonus!&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/4165485076940567641-6984493881687947093?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6984493881687947093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6984493881687947093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6984493881687947093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6984493881687947093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/collection-of-random.html' title='A Collection of Random'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEui8HIdSGI/AAAAAAAABnQ/IrqzGaAUMGs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5456882522796315931</id><published>2010-07-23T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:09:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's one thing I'm sure about, it's that my kids are meant to be in the water. Something they got from their dad, no doubt. It's a good thing that we live in a place where swimming is the thing to do, and even better that we have friend's who like to share! We have been spending as much time as possible in the water this summer, between friend's pools, public pools, and kiddie pools. The point is: we are wet a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac doesn't know quite what to think about the water when he is being held upright in a pool. He kind of gives blank stares... never sad, but not overjoyed either. So we decided to make it as much like a bath as possible. When we laid him on his back, with just an inch or two of water underneath him on the floatie, he lit right up. "Oh, I remember this!!" and the splashing and cooing began. We later discovered that he likes sitting in the shallow end of a beach entry public pool. I'm sure the water is a perk, but Isaac LOVES to people watch. He would be fascinated on a mall bench somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEoq5SXMlEI/AAAAAAAABm4/J6uVqUWZutU/s1600/photo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEoq5SXMlEI/AAAAAAAABm4/J6uVqUWZutU/s320/photo6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497253458829153346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott is one crazy, fearless kid! On our first trip to a friend's pool, we discovered this... and it was a rough afternoon. Allow me to define crazy and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;He is anxious and willing to cannon ball into the deep at any chance he can get. Only problem is: he can't swim yet! So, after we spent the first swimming trip chasing him and keeping him alive, we bought him a swim trainer suit, and he's in the learning process of keeping himself alive in the pool and still be able to do it "ahbuy mysef!". Water+my 3 boys=LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I am their mother and it is my job to embarass them for years  to come, I got them matching swim suits. Boy are they cute!! Rest  assured you will be seeing more of the matching swimwear (and the  awesome trainer suit Scott LIVES in), since we have a beach trip coming  up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEoq5k3RxjI/AAAAAAAABnA/x1fIO1LtbFY/s1600/photo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEoq5k3RxjI/AAAAAAAABnA/x1fIO1LtbFY/s320/photo7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497253463795549746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I'm talking about fish, and water, I feel it is my duty to tell you... next time you see Scott, feel free to ask him what any of these animals say, and you will get the following answers, thanks to our good friends in Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a whale say? "Whaaaa, goeeeen Oonnnnnn"&lt;br /&gt;What does a crab say? *opens and shuts his hands above his head and says* "hey hey hey hey"&lt;br /&gt;What does a seagull say? "Mine, mine, mine"&lt;br /&gt;What does a turtle say? "Duuude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for continued cuteness, simply request the Turtle handshake of knuckles (since we dont have fins) noggin, DUDE! It's a favorite at our house, but remember... nobody wins with a headbutt!&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/4165485076940567641-5456882522796315931?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5456882522796315931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5456882522796315931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5456882522796315931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5456882522796315931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish-blue-fish.html' title='One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEoq5SXMlEI/AAAAAAAABm4/J6uVqUWZutU/s72-c/photo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2116204011175224954</id><published>2010-07-22T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:17:08.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're happy and you know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Clap your hands, stomp your feet, shout hooray... take your pick. OR, if you are baby Isaac, smile, coo and wiggle all day long!&lt;br /&gt;If you could bottle the happy out of this kid, I would be RICH!! Isaac is such a blessing in our house, he has a way of making everyone happier just by being there! These pictures are from June 10th (or somewhere around there), but this story is from today. Scott, Isaac and I had gone in to dogpile daddy and wake him up. Scott was laying in the bed, and Isaac was laying on his tummy in the middle of the bed. Scott changed his position so that he was laying next to Isaac on his tummy too. He put his arm over Isaac's back, leaned into him and said "i love you, Isaac." Talk about heart melting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac looks like a little old man in this picture, but a cute little old man, nonetheless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEjgmXAzHkI/AAAAAAAABmg/cGGEesnPErU/s1600/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEjgmXAzHkI/AAAAAAAABmg/cGGEesnPErU/s320/photo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496890294822706754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The discovery: Toes&lt;br /&gt;The reaction: joy&lt;br /&gt;The result: Ten slobbery toes and one cute video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d35905fae85dc52" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d35905fae85dc52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1260CFAE0331126363552D28548D470E12355F3D.17A213AAD5B6E10F7A50839B0EA24EB70504F8C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d35905fae85dc52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De9XXewMUR6H_VzaYGQIpWs9I_5k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d35905fae85dc52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1260CFAE0331126363552D28548D470E12355F3D.17A213AAD5B6E10F7A50839B0EA24EB70504F8C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d35905fae85dc52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De9XXewMUR6H_VzaYGQIpWs9I_5k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-2116204011175224954?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2116204011175224954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2116204011175224954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2116204011175224954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2116204011175224954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it.html' title='If you&apos;re happy and you know it...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEjgmXAzHkI/AAAAAAAABmg/cGGEesnPErU/s72-c/photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3317167690198243193</id><published>2010-07-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:14:26.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy Being Green</title><content type='html'>June 8, 2010 (or somewhere close to that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I was painting some wood decorations for the big boy room. Then, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irresistibly&lt;/span&gt; cute face appeared, asking if HE could paint too. I was feeling exceptionally brave, so I took him outside with a plate of paint and a paper towel to paint on. Let's be honest. The paper towel lasted about 2 minutes.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEexRBAalRI/AAAAAAAABlY/uB0MCkVi5YY/s1600/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEexRBAalRI/AAAAAAAABlY/uB0MCkVi5YY/s320/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496556776115049746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The discovery that the paint worked on things other than the paper towel was classic. Scott was SO thrilled that he could be green! He promptly got to work at making everything green. Him, me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CiCi&lt;/span&gt; (who was there, and an obvious culprit in the learning process of painting oneself green)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEexRbUXUAI/AAAAAAAABlg/VsouWnYafao/s1600/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEexRbUXUAI/AAAAAAAABlg/VsouWnYafao/s320/photo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496556783178043394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only was he the cutest green thing ever, but he wanted to tell you about it. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gween&lt;/span&gt;, mommy!" I sure hope this video isn't lame. Video's have a tendency to be lame on my blog recently, and I don't know how to fix it. I'm doing things the same as I always did them, only now, it doesn't work... so good luck. If you can't see the video, know that its cute, he's cute, and if you're lucky, I'll let him "be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gween&lt;/span&gt;" again when you can witness it in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a64cbe491896188" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a64cbe491896188%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D420610E8B5DD94ACC42E694EE3915E4F4FB51BF9.3A02B6FCE30710586470A708427C85381D5D85DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a64cbe491896188%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbAIIeS1rjas9GRZP_dAMLiu5BG4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a64cbe491896188%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D420610E8B5DD94ACC42E694EE3915E4F4FB51BF9.3A02B6FCE30710586470A708427C85381D5D85DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a64cbe491896188%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbAIIeS1rjas9GRZP_dAMLiu5BG4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom is a rewarding thing, but I have to say... when your kids  are the most curious, happy, playful ones: it's hard to believe that  anyone can love their kids as much as you love yours, and you wonder how  anyone ever lives without experiencing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-3317167690198243193?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3317167690198243193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3317167690198243193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3317167690198243193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3317167690198243193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy Being Green'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEexRBAalRI/AAAAAAAABlY/uB0MCkVi5YY/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2096538178237374609</id><published>2010-07-21T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:44:30.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog-a-Day Challenge!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEevVCaAroI/AAAAAAAABlQ/W_Yno5b4i5Y/s1600/shakespeare-blog-comic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEevVCaAroI/AAAAAAAABlQ/W_Yno5b4i5Y/s320/shakespeare-blog-comic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496554646187060866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much cooler than this... almost 2 months between blogs? My grandma might have disowned me by now! Even someone with 2 kids and a perpetual mountain of laundry like myself can blog more often than that... and I've decided to prove it!!&lt;br /&gt;For the next month (til August 21, 2010- which will be the grand finale/Isaac's 6 month b-day) I will post a blog a day!! This may seem like a bit much, but I have plenty of month old pictures and videos you haven't seen yet! So... the goal: post one blog each day for the next 31 days. The purpose (s): catching you up on our lives, getting back into the blogging habit, and not running out of witty and entertaining things to say while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?? Here we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. feel free to check the blog every day, or just wait til August 21 and sit down with a bowl of popcorn and spend the evening watching my kids grow up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. you get 2 blogs today... don't let it go to your head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-2096538178237374609?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2096538178237374609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2096538178237374609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2096538178237374609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2096538178237374609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-day-challenge.html' title='The Blog-a-Day Challenge!!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TEevVCaAroI/AAAAAAAABlQ/W_Yno5b4i5Y/s72-c/shakespeare-blog-comic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7891490154283426663</id><published>2010-05-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:23:05.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again, World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If, of course... there is anyone out there anymore! I know its been a  long time, I know I have a TON to catch you up on, and that has been my  reason for avoiding it. So much to say, and so far back to go in order  to catch up. So, this will be the reader's digest version of the past  2.5 month, and we'll start again... from NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First things first. Isaac is an amazingly strong little man! He holds his head up like such a big kid, and when he was only 10 weeks old, he ROLLED OVER! I thought it was a fluke, because when he is having tummy time he lifts his head SO FAR off the ground that I figured he must have lost balance on one arm and toppled. That may have been the case, but he DID do it again, and again and again!! Here's the first time we caught it on tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5531896635fd795a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5531896635fd795a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D601FE1766671A8A983051C8AEB672E76A6D94.85F483B2B740768C199B734E2193760E758430E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5531896635fd795a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6U0tawdbC9y77V8i_vfso03FToA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5531896635fd795a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D601FE1766671A8A983051C8AEB672E76A6D94.85F483B2B740768C199B734E2193760E758430E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5531896635fd795a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6U0tawdbC9y77V8i_vfso03FToA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott was so excited when Isaac rolled over that he kept saying "roll ovah" and "me roll ovah" then he would join in the rolling fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Scott, let's cut to him for a few... Scott is a talking MACHINE! Something funny that he said recently: he had spilled a box of dominos right before bed one night, and I didnt pick them up (judge if you will...) so the next morning, as he was getting into his high chair for breakfast he looked over at the pile of dominos and said "mommy, i made a mess over der!" A classic Scott line is "seee Daddy" or "seee Mommy"... which translates to Silly daddy/mommy! He loves to laugh and thinks that most everything is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another fun thing about Scott lately, is that he loves cameras. Being in pictures, but mostly taking pictures. Anything that may appear like it might could be a camera, he puts up to his eye and says "cheese" as he takes pictures of everyone around! After I take a picture of him he says "wanna see you" which, as anyone knows means "wanna see me!" (he has his you/me mixed up a little. Basically, he wants to look at the picture of himself, and he thinks its the greatest thing when I turn the camera around and there he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAuXBzlFDI/AAAAAAAABjo/_I2fSJT5cyU/s1600/IMG_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAuXBzlFDI/AAAAAAAABjo/_I2fSJT5cyU/s320/IMG_2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476428120039167026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for big boy Scott to start doing big boy things... So many things to do, we went for the one at a time method, and started with the binky. It took him a long time to not scream bloody murder every time it was time to sleep (which was so unusual, because he was such a good sleeper!) but he never asked for the binky, he just didnt seem to know how to fall asleep without it. So we bought him a big boy pillow, changed the night time routine to include a longer story time, and added singing time to help him wind down. Now, we sing as many songs as he can get us to, then leave him singing a song on his own, and he does ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second "big boy" step was the BOO BOY BED!! (or big boy bed, for those who don't speak Scott) The transition from a crib into a cool blue race car wasn't nearly as traumatic as the loss of binky was... he LOVES his big boy bed! He has only been tempted to get out and play a few times, but mostly he plays and sings til he falls asleep... and even calls to me when he wakes up, and waits til I get there before he gets out. Here it is... don't be jealous, I'm sure he will let you climb in next time you visit! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... potty training! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAwoN0eQAI/AAAAAAAABkA/IEssYfU5ArU/s1600/big+boy+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAwoN0eQAI/AAAAAAAABkA/IEssYfU5ArU/s320/big+boy+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476430614345170946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The adjustment for Scott to being a big brother has been a smooth one. But why am I surprised. Everything about Scott is easy and smooth... he's a great kid! He loves his little brother! When Isaac wakes up from a nap and cries, Scott puts his hands to his ears and says "I-kick awake! I heah him!" and goes running to see! His favorite toys are trucks, his favorite tv show is Blue's Clues, he can sing the ABC's all the way through all by himself, and he loves to race Sam and Dad and Mom and anyone who WILL race him around the living room! He loves sprinklers and applesauce, jumping on his bed, and snuggling. When Daddy leaves for work, Scott ALWAYS chases him to the door saying "more snuggles!" immediately follows by "more shisses" and a conversation about daddy's red car, and waving as daddy pulls away for the day. That kid loves his dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAulYnV-5I/AAAAAAAABj4/mhfa-kCRVEw/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAulYnV-5I/AAAAAAAABj4/mhfa-kCRVEw/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476428366680030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FLASHBACK!!!! This is Scott, almost exactly 2 years ago. Sucking on his 2 fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt6FrCWrI/AAAAAAAABjg/_aU2Ixr9bLU/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt6FrCWrI/AAAAAAAABjg/_aU2Ixr9bLU/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427622860872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Isaac, TODAY! Sucking on his 2 fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at pictures of them side by side like this, I can see similarities. People who see him at church or in the grocery store say "he looks just like his brother", but I have a hard time agreeing. I think that they definitely both have  features that look like their dad. Dimples, big dark eyes, you know... mini-dude! But overall, now that I have Isaac to compare Scott to, I am beginning to think Scott is more "Francis" and Isaac is more "Bori". Agree? Disagree? I don't really care, they are both ADORABLE... and MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt5onkSAI/AAAAAAAABjY/52lTht_OUC4/s1600/IMG_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt5onkSAI/AAAAAAAABjY/52lTht_OUC4/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427615061690370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, back to the little guy! On May 21, he turned 3 months old, so that makes him 3 months and 1 week old today. At his 2 month Dr appointment, he weighed 12 lbs 4 oz and was 24 inches long. That is average for weight and in the 95th% for height. Tall and skinny. He has long thin fingers, and tall skinny legs and toes. Here are some of those cute toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt5DCcXQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/NQq-kRT4wgQ/s1600/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt5DCcXQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/NQq-kRT4wgQ/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427604973870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac is the happiest baby I have ever met. As a baby, Scott was happy,  and content... but Isaac wants to tell you about his happiness. You  give him the tiniest hint of attention and his whole face grins.  Not  just his mouth, the whole face...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to demonstrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt4uivXWI/AAAAAAAABjI/szZnZSeahnw/s1600/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt4uivXWI/AAAAAAAABjI/szZnZSeahnw/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427599472188770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the whole face! Isaac's favorite person is the same as Scott's,  surprise surprise... his daddy! These boys love their dad! Isaac knows  when daddy is coming in to "nom his tummy" and starts laughing before he  is even touched. He also loves to watch Scott, and will just sit there with a smile on his face, watch Scott be silly. Smiles, all the time. Some of the nicknames that Isaac has acquired in his short 3 months with us are Icicle, Indigo Montoya, monkey (Isaac has orangutan hair, and it cant be stopped. Im surprised the zoo didn't confiscate him when we went), bean, and Scott's personal favorite... Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt4Ce2o6I/AAAAAAAABjA/VLtp2ddEioM/s1600/IMG_2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAt4Ce2o6I/AAAAAAAABjA/VLtp2ddEioM/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427587644728226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how he lifts himself so high? He rolled over right after I took this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cool!&lt;br /&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/4165485076940567641-7891490154283426663?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7891490154283426663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7891490154283426663&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7891490154283426663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7891490154283426663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-again-world.html' title='Hello Again, World!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/TAAuXBzlFDI/AAAAAAAABjo/_I2fSJT5cyU/s72-c/IMG_2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6509330173313004455</id><published>2010-03-07T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:15:47.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a Dub Dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NfiaXj_KI/AAAAAAAABhs/KBHDvxnYy6w/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NfiaXj_KI/AAAAAAAABhs/KBHDvxnYy6w/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445801419219401890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, there MAY have been necessity for a pseudo first bath on the day when Isaac set a world record for pooping distance. 3 feet across the changing table and onto the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we won't count that, because there were no cute infant tub... just a sink and a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is what we count! Isaac's umbilical cord fell off on day 8, and we gave him a bath in the nice steamy bathroom during his big brother's bath time. He loves the warm water... but getting him into the little baby "net" isn't always the warmest. He started the bath crying, spent the majority of it blanky staring and seemingly enjoying himself, and ended it crying when we pulled him out of the warm water naked and wrapped him in a towel.&lt;br /&gt;I consider it a success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Nfh7RvbSI/AAAAAAAABhk/1R3Jv50gZgo/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Nfh7RvbSI/AAAAAAAABhk/1R3Jv50gZgo/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445801410873486626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath Buddies!&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/4165485076940567641-6509330173313004455?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6509330173313004455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6509330173313004455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6509330173313004455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6509330173313004455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/rub-dub-dub.html' title='Rub a Dub Dub'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NfiaXj_KI/AAAAAAAABhs/KBHDvxnYy6w/s72-c/IMG_1952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7912760016192903669</id><published>2010-03-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:06:32.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Ndf_LGKiI/AAAAAAAABhc/I3war9YL1gA/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Ndf_LGKiI/AAAAAAAABhc/I3war9YL1gA/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445799178536364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott wants to help. He wants to hold Isaac. Mostly, he wants to wrestle and play... but when properly corralled, he is a superb big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NdfWhougI/AAAAAAAABhU/5CdnG9pep8E/s1600-h/IMG_1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NdfWhougI/AAAAAAAABhU/5CdnG9pep8E/s320/IMG_1957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445799167625050626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Isaac is eating, Scott wants to be involved. Sometimes it lasts the whole feeding, and other times hes pushing him off in seconds. There IS playing to be done, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1991cc7ae7be3ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1991cc7ae7be3ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33C8F9380EF168F27368141D555791F496C4D3A.52F6E1DD1958D986453A745B9ED3FA722A33CB4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1991cc7ae7be3ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dth47jJStnXlJF4SURypUxXIrKt8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1991cc7ae7be3ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33C8F9380EF168F27368141D555791F496C4D3A.52F6E1DD1958D986453A745B9ED3FA722A33CB4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1991cc7ae7be3ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dth47jJStnXlJF4SURypUxXIrKt8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are moments like this, where my heart ends up in a puddle on the floor. They are gonna be best friends... if Scott can wait that long without body slamming him into a coma!&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/4165485076940567641-7912760016192903669?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7912760016192903669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7912760016192903669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7912760016192903669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7912760016192903669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-brother-duty.html' title='Big Brother Duty'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Ndf_LGKiI/AAAAAAAABhc/I3war9YL1gA/s72-c/IMG_1956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1134685543812280654</id><published>2010-03-06T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:48:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Scott was Doing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXcIrVOLI/AAAAAAAABg0/bfvvJNNJt5A/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXcIrVOLI/AAAAAAAABg0/bfvvJNNJt5A/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445792515298244786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because the Lord loves us, we are blessed with super awesome friends! Living in AZ away from family is, by far, one of the hardest things we have done. But when you are lucky like we are, friends become your "family away from family"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXb9v2KaI/AAAAAAAABgs/Miz3Jft3ucc/s1600-h/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXb9v2KaI/AAAAAAAABgs/Miz3Jft3ucc/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445792512364390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott spent the time while Dude and I were in the hospital at his buddy Anderson's house. Anderson's parents, &lt;a href="http://themartinsjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy and Michael&lt;/a&gt;, were kind enough (or naive enough) to offer to help! I was grateful that Scott had a place to go where he would know everyone, have a friend, and be comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXbrNxNtI/AAAAAAAABgk/4g4tRx3Uvwo/s1600-h/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXbrNxNtI/AAAAAAAABgk/4g4tRx3Uvwo/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445792507389621970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Anderson have been buddies since before they were conscious enough to know they were buddies, and it's so fun to watch them grow up to be such different, fun boys. And they ARE friends. Anderson is the closest kid to Scott's size in playgroup, and they wrestle and play and have nonstop fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXbEmnDPI/AAAAAAAABgc/Ms54fGSVwdA/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXbEmnDPI/AAAAAAAABgc/Ms54fGSVwdA/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445792497024830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott had his first sleepover! He slept in a portable crib in the guest bedroom, because I can guarantee it would have been an interesting night if they had tried their luck at both boys in the same room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXamrrBFI/AAAAAAAABgU/t7tFN5mvvKk/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXamrrBFI/AAAAAAAABgU/t7tFN5mvvKk/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445792488992998482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute, cuddly stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our family feels so grateful for friends like the Martin's.&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/4165485076940567641-1134685543812280654?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1134685543812280654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1134685543812280654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1134685543812280654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1134685543812280654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-scott-was-doing.html' title='What Scott was Doing...'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NXcIrVOLI/AAAAAAAABg0/bfvvJNNJt5A/s72-c/DSC_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-4127945142991779231</id><published>2010-03-06T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:58:39.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NalOOs6_I/AAAAAAAABhE/6khnXmCYAx0/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NalOOs6_I/AAAAAAAABhE/6khnXmCYAx0/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445795969942481906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MxZF0BJUI/AAAAAAAABfc/qmfAWfFPkJo/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MxZF0BJUI/AAAAAAAABfc/qmfAWfFPkJo/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750681547908418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One week old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MxYsapRFI/AAAAAAAABfU/Qwn__CrCNBM/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MxYsapRFI/AAAAAAAABfU/Qwn__CrCNBM/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750674730599506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NbElmjJLI/AAAAAAAABhM/rV4THRp1yZY/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NbElmjJLI/AAAAAAAABhM/rV4THRp1yZY/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445796508792464562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things about Isaac: He has 3 cowlicks on the back of his head. It makes his hair do crazy things. His dad apologizes for the nearly inescapable buzz cut that will follow Isaac through his life.&lt;br /&gt;He has a form on tongue tie called a posterior frenulum. It has an 85% chance of stretching and correcting itself, and not causing any problems with speech in his future. But it does cause us problems with breastfeeding, and after 2 weeks of wondering what we were doing wrong, we have moved on, and are all much happier!&lt;br /&gt;He has 2 DEEP dimples. One in each cheek. They show up when he makes faces, and I find myself hoping for a funny face so that I can see them often!&lt;br /&gt;In his 10 day picture, you can see the Oompa Loompa in him. Jaundice, but nothing that needs the lights or anything. Just your usual baby jaundice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing: I'm truly madly deeply in love with him!! He is a blessing to our home and our family!&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/4165485076940567641-4127945142991779231?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/4127945142991779231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=4127945142991779231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4127945142991779231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/4127945142991779231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5NalOOs6_I/AAAAAAAABhE/6khnXmCYAx0/s72-c/IMG_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-204053876031008561</id><published>2010-03-06T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:48:42.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuGVt7eBI/AAAAAAAABfM/L6In6me1pds/s1600-h/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuGVt7eBI/AAAAAAAABfM/L6In6me1pds/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747060864940050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott didn't come to meet Isaac the first day. He had spent the whole day hanging out with Anderson and Amy (will fill you in on that adventure in the next post) and I didn't want him to come see us and then be dragged back to Amy's house for the night unhappy that he couldn't stay with us. So first thing Monday morning, he came to meet his new brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuGE__nSI/AAAAAAAABfE/AnqUJG8YJfM/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuGE__nSI/AAAAAAAABfE/AnqUJG8YJfM/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747056377306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was love at first sight. He wanted to hold Isaac right away, and was happy to give him kisses and hugs, point out all his body parts, and basically melt his mother's heart into a puddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuF5huExI/AAAAAAAABe8/j44Jn2q1Ejg/s1600-h/DSC_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuF5huExI/AAAAAAAABe8/j44Jn2q1Ejg/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747053297537810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I am not alone when I say that I doubted the whole "you will always have enough love for them all" saying... but its so true. The love is not split, it is multiplied! I am so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuFp4G1vI/AAAAAAAABe0/Wf2WYVNfvXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuFp4G1vI/AAAAAAAABe0/Wf2WYVNfvXQ/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747049096468210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe... pictures don't even do it justice. You have to see these two together in person to understand the magnitude of the cuteness! And its going on in my house all day every day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuFaoIqKI/AAAAAAAABes/EkzWaW8J8lE/s1600-h/photo+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuFaoIqKI/AAAAAAAABes/EkzWaW8J8lE/s320/photo+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747045002946722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-204053876031008561?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/204053876031008561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=204053876031008561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/204053876031008561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/204053876031008561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MuGVt7eBI/AAAAAAAABfM/L6In6me1pds/s72-c/DSC_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3708312271615539696</id><published>2010-03-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:57:19.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac David- His Arrival Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Mmjpw4gdI/AAAAAAAABek/yEfjcSgWOpc/s1600-h/Isaac+David+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Mmjpw4gdI/AAAAAAAABek/yEfjcSgWOpc/s320/Isaac+David+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445738768369222098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, here we go. The story... for all who may be interested. Anyone not interested: look at the pictures and move on to the next post for all I care! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Feb 21. I woke up at 6:30 am having contractions. But, if I were to describe them, it would be the equivalent of having monthly cramps (Im sure all the men can relate) and if I wasn't pregnant and expecting labor, it would have been a day to stay in my PJs with a heating pad and eat chocolate! I tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep through it, and decided to wake Dude up at around 8. I figured he could help me time them so that when I called my doula, Rose, I would have something of value to say!&lt;br /&gt;I sent Dude to get our usual Sunday pancake breakfast started while I got in the shower. I tried to relax and distract myself, as I heard that was the best thing to do in early labor... so I shaved my legs (looking back at the full story,this is really a funny fact). Got to the kitchen by 8:20 and had Dude time my contractions as I poured the pancakes. They were about 3 minutes apart, but sometimes up to 5. I called Rose at 8:30, and she said that according to the sound of my voice (which was apparantly still quite pleasant) I was probably still in early active labor. She said that she would start getting ready and that I should keep her posted and call when I thought I was ready for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MjC-3uI4I/AAAAAAAABd8/5HAeuigl2ik/s1600-h/Isaac+David+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MjC-3uI4I/AAAAAAAABd8/5HAeuigl2ik/s320/Isaac+David+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734908564480898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called my good friend Amy, who had offered to take Scott. Expecting that I would be at home all day laboring, I told her today was the day, but to take her time and get Scott when they were ready.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 35 minutes: By 9:10 am, I was having to breathe through my contractions, and focus on relaxing in between. I knew I needed Rose, and  I also knew I needed Scott to be gone. He was so concerned for me that his daddy had to run him into the room in between contractions to give me kisses... because he stood outside my room saying "mom? ok?"... love that kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MjBtxbgII/AAAAAAAABd0/Pe-zc4H0hBI/s1600-h/Isaac+David+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MjBtxbgII/AAAAAAAABd0/Pe-zc4H0hBI/s320/Isaac+David+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734886794821762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Dude to call Rose and Amy and make sure they knew that they were needed and were at least en route. Amy was on her way, and Rose said she would be. By the time those phone calls were made, I was yelling every time I had a contraction. Dude would say "don't yell, you're supposed to be breathing and focusing". I told him there was no way I was NOT going to yell. I NEEDED to vocalize to get through it!!&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I said to Dude (as I was bent over my birthing ball suffering through contractions) "i don't think I can do this". Of course, being the AWESOME support that he was, he told me of course I could, and that I was doing great. Looking back... this was me in transition. Getting SO close, and I had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Miu83EFeI/AAAAAAAABds/Bc7fsa9w4ks/s1600-h/Isaac+David+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Miu83EFeI/AAAAAAAABds/Bc7fsa9w4ks/s320/Isaac+David+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734564427470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keep in mind, all of this is happening within minutes... by 9:40 Dude knew that we needed to get to the hospital when I started pushing!! I was sitting in my rocking chair at home, pushing with each contraction... and don't try to say "don't push", cause there just ISN'T a "don't push". Rose hadn't come yet, Amy had JUST arrived, and Dude was RUNNING back and forth. Giving directions, getting my things in the car, and rushing back every 1.5 minutes so that  I could cling to him and I screamed and grunted! I was so delusional about my situation, that I refused to leave without the birthing ball in the car, and I reminded Dude to grab his swimming suit in case we could use their Japanese Soaking tub for some of the labor. He gathered them both, even though Im sure he could see that we wouldnt be using either of them. What a man! He totally rocked my world and was the BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MiuSfsj4I/AAAAAAAABdk/w4mTo0Pm_QM/s1600-h/Isaac+David+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MiuSfsj4I/AAAAAAAABdk/w4mTo0Pm_QM/s320/Isaac+David+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734553055170434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55 am. We are in the truck (after stopping twice between the rocking chair and the car for contractions that stopped me in my tracks). I must say how grateful I am that the hospital is 2.5 minutes from our house, because in that short time, I had probably 4 contractions and my water broke. Yes, that is right... right on the seat of my husband's manly truck. Yes, we got the upholstery cleaned the very next day!&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the hospital, I directed Dude to park on the curb (why on earth do hospitals not have valet parking?! That is a whole other blog... and a comedy routine by Brian Regan. Funny stuff, look it up) and as he helped me out of the car I stopped. I was having a contraction and I had to push. Standing in the parking lot... pushing. Who'da thought!? Luckily, an old man walking by got us a nurse and a wheelchair, and they rushed me in and pulled up the stirrups at 10:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. check out the dimple... I'm blessed to have a husband with a dominant dimple gene that he is generously passing on to my adorable sons!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Mit2cnUEI/AAAAAAAABdc/xzhGbaKbaWQ/s1600-h/Isaac+David+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Mit2cnUEI/AAAAAAAABdc/xzhGbaKbaWQ/s320/Isaac+David+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734545526050882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next 46 minutes are a blur. Rose arrived. The on call Dr arrived (my dr just wasnt close enough to the hospital to make it). They didn't stick one needle into me, and all they managed to get on me was a heart rate moniter taped to my toe (which at some point in between pushing I realized was there and said "what is that on my toe?") I think if I was observing myself I would have been laughing. I managed to ask questions and make jokes... WHILE giving birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At 10:46 am, Isaac David Bori was born via natural VBAC. The Lord blessed my body to do what needed to be done, and I felt like a total rock star! Everyone I talked to that day was told by me "I rock". I was on cloud nine! I feel so blessed to have had this experience, to have had such wonderful, supportive people around me, and to have my body do what I knew all along it could do! It was made to be a momma!! I am now surrounded by 3 sets of dimples, and can proudly say that I am in love with three men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MitbP2nZI/AAAAAAAABdM/N-q--tu_eXQ/s1600-h/Isaac+David+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MitbP2nZI/AAAAAAAABdM/N-q--tu_eXQ/s320/Isaac+David+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734538224770450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac David Bori&lt;br /&gt;2-21-10&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs 12 oz 20.5 inches&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/4165485076940567641-3708312271615539696?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3708312271615539696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3708312271615539696&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3708312271615539696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3708312271615539696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/isaac-david-his-arrival-story.html' title='Isaac David- His Arrival Story'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Mmjpw4gdI/AAAAAAAABek/yEfjcSgWOpc/s72-c/Isaac+David+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2295849203986517452</id><published>2010-03-06T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:48:11.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day weekend, we were all sick! We had been sick all through that week, and not much was happening as far as planning/shopping/thinking romantic Valentines Day thoughts.... plus, we were both hoping to be in the hospital giving birth to a baby by then. Thus defeating the purpose of having plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, alas, Feb 15 (my due date) came and I was not in labor... so we decided to celebrate Valentines Day. Instead of trying to get a babysitter, I decided I would like both of my men to take me out, and Scott helped his dad take me on a date.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at dinner. Scott was well behaved, watched some Elmo on the iphone (best invention ever!), at his dinner and let his mom and dad visit in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgEsPLZzI/AAAAAAAABdE/CxfxPnzJ3fM/s1600-h/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgEsPLZzI/AAAAAAAABdE/CxfxPnzJ3fM/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445731639387449138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, I am proud to say, is Scott's very first photo shoot. We handed the camera over to him and showed him what button to push... and voila! This artistically executed shot of our awesome black shoes!! I think I have the next Ansel Adams on my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgEQ3ihYI/AAAAAAAABc8/5keMC5AClJs/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgEQ3ihYI/AAAAAAAABc8/5keMC5AClJs/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445731632040543618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MmMmm, Edamame. Cheesecake Factory has everything!!&lt;br /&gt;And look how handsome my #2 date was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgD-ZMJlI/AAAAAAAABc0/3YCPozSzxa4/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgD-ZMJlI/AAAAAAAABc0/3YCPozSzxa4/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445731627081410130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #1 Valentine!!! XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgDYQxUqI/AAAAAAAABcs/mtp-ZCuXZTs/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgDYQxUqI/AAAAAAAABcs/mtp-ZCuXZTs/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445731616845550242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original plan: drop the kid at home after dinner and see a movie. Actual plan: went home, put the kid to bed and watched a movie at home cause we weren't quite feeling well enough to stay out late. Less exciting, but cozy and romantic!&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/4165485076940567641-2295849203986517452?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2295849203986517452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2295849203986517452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2295849203986517452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2295849203986517452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5MgEsPLZzI/AAAAAAAABdE/CxfxPnzJ3fM/s72-c/IMG_1942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8171260415943271879</id><published>2010-03-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:37:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott LOVES to dance, and he will walk around with Daddy's headphones on... doing his thing. He gets a little head bob going on and you can tell he totally digs it!&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is his "smile". Ask him to smile, and this is what you're gonna get. Not exactly perfect, but he'll get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Me3QKHk9I/AAAAAAAABck/EV9cc3E69p4/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Me3QKHk9I/AAAAAAAABck/EV9cc3E69p4/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445730309000106962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like this should be an ad to sell headphones. It should...&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/4165485076940567641-8171260415943271879?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8171260415943271879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8171260415943271879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8171260415943271879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8171260415943271879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-on.html' title='Rock On!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S5Me3QKHk9I/AAAAAAAABck/EV9cc3E69p4/s72-c/IMG_1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-144714023096022981</id><published>2010-02-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:43:48.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution of Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, Dude's work had a beard growing contest. Unfortunately, Dude decided to participate. Fortunately, my threats to not let him kiss the coming baby worked. Fortunately: Scott didn't like daddy's beard and began to hesitate when a kiss was requested. (And mommy taught Scott that beard was "yucky") Fortunately, he FINALLY caved and shaved!! Here is the progression back to his usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt;, greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeti&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0tn10nhI/AAAAAAAABb0/BoyXCaj3L9c/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0tn10nhI/AAAAAAAABb0/BoyXCaj3L9c/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436113814862208530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less Yeti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0kguAhDI/AAAAAAAABbs/7v0TBKolVMM/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0kguAhDI/AAAAAAAABbs/7v0TBKolVMM/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436113658331563058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt'e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0kJudwhI/AAAAAAAABbk/aBIvPDIxkxM/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0kJudwhI/AAAAAAAABbk/aBIvPDIxkxM/s320/IMG_1930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436113652159463954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0j3t7dEI/AAAAAAAABbc/wdpxT4bOjGU/s1600-h/IMG_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0j3t7dEI/AAAAAAAABbc/wdpxT4bOjGU/s320/IMG_1931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436113647325377602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My young, handsome hubby returned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0jeo1AKI/AAAAAAAABbU/VsLq6rsvgoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0jeo1AKI/AAAAAAAABbU/VsLq6rsvgoQ/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436113640593096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Smooth skin. No more scratches on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0jEZLBmI/AAAAAAAABbM/UgWcwbU199Q/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0jEZLBmI/AAAAAAAABbM/UgWcwbU199Q/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436113633548109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him!!&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/4165485076940567641-144714023096022981?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/144714023096022981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=144714023096022981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/144714023096022981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/144714023096022981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/evolution-of-dude.html' title='The Evolution of Dude'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3D0tn10nhI/AAAAAAAABb0/BoyXCaj3L9c/s72-c/IMG_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5615843703530310307</id><published>2010-02-08T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:33:07.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Dx9oeIqeI/AAAAAAAABbE/ZvtXJiqUwzc/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Dx9oeIqeI/AAAAAAAABbE/ZvtXJiqUwzc/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436110791374318050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since November, we have had a family friend, Dave Stone, rooming with us while he works a job in Phoenix. His wife, Stacy, stayed in Utah to work and complete her cancer treatments. The plan was that Dave would work here in Phoenix for 6 months, til the company allowed transfers, at which time he would apply for a transfer to their Utah office.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a blessing to our family to be able to help our friends, and Dave has been a rockstar babysitter, dish scrubber, and buddy to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;It took Scott a while to warm up to the strange, huge man hanging around... but now hears a door open each morning and says "Dabe!", knows which car is his, which bathroom is his, and which chair at the dinner table is his.&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to announce that Dave has the chance to get back to his wife sooner than expected, and will be heading home Feb 25. Stacy is mid chemo treatment, and she is in our prayers! We are excited to be sending her husband back to her, so that he can take care of her and be where he is needed!! God Bless the Stone Family!! We love you guys!!&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/4165485076940567641-5615843703530310307?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5615843703530310307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5615843703530310307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5615843703530310307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5615843703530310307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/dabe.html' title='Dabe'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Dx9oeIqeI/AAAAAAAABbE/ZvtXJiqUwzc/s72-c/IMG_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5941247286145646777</id><published>2010-02-08T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:24:54.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Around the Rosie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvRuYMjMI/AAAAAAAABa8/Ky7mrLnuEJk/s1600-h/17861_282015729430_802669430_3109757_4221703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvRuYMjMI/AAAAAAAABa8/Ky7mrLnuEJk/s320/17861_282015729430_802669430_3109757_4221703_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107838022520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no joy as great as watching your child smile and laugh! Scott has been buddies with these kids since before they knew they were buddies, and they are FINALLY starting to like each other!&lt;br /&gt;The only challenge was getting the kids to hold hands with two other kids. They were all trying to just go up to one kid and hold both hands. Once we conquered that hurdle, it was nothing but FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvRAEqfqI/AAAAAAAABa0/rdIEJPnfBsI/s1600-h/17861_282016694430_802669430_3109759_564945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvRAEqfqI/AAAAAAAABa0/rdIEJPnfBsI/s320/17861_282016694430_802669430_3109759_564945_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107825592565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's did the singing, kids did the turning and the falling. Then, the hopped right back up again and gathered to do it again! Red shirt: Scott, Purple shirt: Ryland, Blue shirt: Anderson, White shirt: Rylan. Cute kids all around!! Heart meltingly cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvQwkcH7I/AAAAAAAABas/ugSywIMPPc0/s1600-h/17861_282017244430_802669430_3109760_2660177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvQwkcH7I/AAAAAAAABas/ugSywIMPPc0/s320/17861_282017244430_802669430_3109760_2660177_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107821430874034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times, one child wandered off and didn't begin the game with the others... leave it to Scott to stop mid-game and go retrieve the wayward friend. He didn't want anyone to be left out of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvQir9seI/AAAAAAAABak/dpBaMeJgZWA/s1600-h/17861_282017834430_802669430_3109761_6314257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvQir9seI/AAAAAAAABak/dpBaMeJgZWA/s320/17861_282017834430_802669430_3109761_6314257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107817704337890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's werent quite as interested as the boys... maybe they didn't want to get their outfits dirty with all that falling down. But Scott and Anderson could have done it all day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38f700ed378627bb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38f700ed378627bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30284338B2DBBA7756FBABEA46F2F757DD7469E0.3810F6A7DA34EFAE6AA8E45023F8137D72264527%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38f700ed378627bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIgYhky6QTmPC1fBZ9W4HBJF5kHQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38f700ed378627bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30284338B2DBBA7756FBABEA46F2F757DD7469E0.3810F6A7DA34EFAE6AA8E45023F8137D72264527%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38f700ed378627bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIgYhky6QTmPC1fBZ9W4HBJF5kHQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-5941247286145646777?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5941247286145646777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5941247286145646777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5941247286145646777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5941247286145646777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/ring-around-rosie.html' title='Ring Around the Rosie'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DvRuYMjMI/AAAAAAAABa8/Ky7mrLnuEJk/s72-c/17861_282015729430_802669430_3109757_4221703_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7718229540442662990</id><published>2010-02-08T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:13:50.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsJmXS20I/AAAAAAAABac/-lnLMqiyEHk/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsJmXS20I/AAAAAAAABac/-lnLMqiyEHk/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436104399897418562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't wanted to risk it, thinking that the zookeepers would catch on and I would be going home alone... but I decided to take my 2 monkeys to the Zoo! Luckily, they narrowly escaped being put into cages, and we all came home together!&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day!! Beautiful January weather in AZ, sunny and 65 degrees! The only problem: it was nap time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsJdjVXgI/AAAAAAAABaU/oixHF3EZxWo/s1600-h/IMG_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsJdjVXgI/AAAAAAAABaU/oixHF3EZxWo/s320/IMG_1919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436104397531995650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of COURSE, Monkey #2 HAD to sit on the tractor... which he insisted was a gator because of it's green color (Grampy will be proud to know the kid has green in his blood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsI9dkaLI/AAAAAAAABaM/dzPZxKnhOBk/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsI9dkaLI/AAAAAAAABaM/dzPZxKnhOBk/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436104388917881010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I was reminded, at the end of our zoo day, that there were no Gorillas at this zoo!! Luckily, the Orangutans and spider monkey exhibits were so cool I had to be face to face with a bronze gorilla to notice he had been missing from our day.&lt;br /&gt;Test: can you tell which hairy beast is the bronze gorilla, and which one I got to bring home with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsIfF1ARI/AAAAAAAABaE/W_ktpOB5qfk/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsIfF1ARI/AAAAAAAABaE/W_ktpOB5qfk/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436104380765241618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun family outing! Scott thoroughly enjoyed seeing all of the animals. Particularly a pigeon eating some fallen popcorn. Scott chased that bird around, but the bird would not give in (he really wanted that poocorn) so mommy and daddy spend a good 3 minutes watching this chase scene before realizing WE SHOULD BE FILMING THIS... just as the pigeon gave up! Scotty won, and we didn't get any footage. Trust me tho, it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsH5P4A2I/AAAAAAAABZ8/87Gzhd68AZo/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsH5P4A2I/AAAAAAAABZ8/87Gzhd68AZo/s320/IMG_1927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436104370606834530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, walking the zoo all afternoon did NOT put mommy into labor!&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/4165485076940567641-7718229540442662990?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7718229540442662990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7718229540442662990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7718229540442662990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7718229540442662990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/monkeys-at-zoo.html' title='Monkeys at the Zoo'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DsJmXS20I/AAAAAAAABac/-lnLMqiyEHk/s72-c/IMG_1918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3695034247756078177</id><published>2010-02-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:55:36.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DpxMKI10I/AAAAAAAABZc/3rjrrt-MwlM/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DpxMKI10I/AAAAAAAABZc/3rjrrt-MwlM/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436101781522798402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are considering branching into other mediums soon. Mustard and BBQ sauce are high on our interest list! This particular piece will be up for auction in the near future. Please check back soon for more details!&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/4165485076940567641-3695034247756078177?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3695034247756078177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3695034247756078177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3695034247756078177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3695034247756078177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/ketchup-art.html' title='Ketchup Art'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DpxMKI10I/AAAAAAAABZc/3rjrrt-MwlM/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-903970465712343120</id><published>2010-02-08T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:50:32.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DoJWMvHZI/AAAAAAAABZU/L-Z4RhOgCYY/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DoJWMvHZI/AAAAAAAABZU/L-Z4RhOgCYY/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099997511654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The master: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;The skill: cutting hair&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge: trial and error on 19 year old guys in Uruguay&lt;br /&gt;The challenge: using this knowledge and skill on a wiggly 2 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret: Elmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DoJCKKtII/AAAAAAAABZM/MkZEXVPms6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DoJCKKtII/AAAAAAAABZM/MkZEXVPms6Q/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436099992132170882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of hair fell to the ground, and there were a few visible lines due to fine hair, random wiggles, and rusty skills, but no blood was shed, and I have $5 in my pocket that wouldn't have been there otherwise. Thank you Daddy, and let's not forget the real hero... Elmo!&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/4165485076940567641-903970465712343120?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/903970465712343120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=903970465712343120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/903970465712343120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/903970465712343120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-of-elmo.html' title='The Power of Elmo'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DoJWMvHZI/AAAAAAAABZU/L-Z4RhOgCYY/s72-c/IMG_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6907818704931137238</id><published>2010-02-08T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:39:45.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to Bloom: Feb 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am surrounded by the most amazing friends! I wasn't expecting a THING to be done for me this pregnancy, since this is my second child, and second boy! But, that didn't stop &lt;a href="http://themartinsjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; from throwing me a fantastic "sprinkle"! The original plan was for everyone to meet at Entree's Made Easy and for everyone's gift to me to be a frozen meal that my family could use in the days/weeks after the baby is born. What a wonderful idea!! Too bad Entree's Made Easy called and told Amy they were closing their doors and couldn't host my Sprinkle! And so, with much more work and stress on her plate, Amy hosted the shower at her home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DexDL-VvI/AAAAAAAABZE/Rdf8EJkeka4/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DexDL-VvI/AAAAAAAABZE/Rdf8EJkeka4/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436089684486674162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was perfect! The food, the friends, the decorations and theme... she sure went all out, and words cannot express how much it meant! All of my friends still brought me frozen meals, and my freezer is filled with proof of the amazing people I have in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DewxEYZ4I/AAAAAAAABY8/QQiYfWdfKzs/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DewxEYZ4I/AAAAAAAABY8/QQiYfWdfKzs/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436089679622989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could have been better about this day is if someone had remembered to take pictures. I was too content enjoying myself to remember that I have a digital world of fan's who want PICTURES! So, no group pictures... the only picture of a person is of me, with my cute little flower cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DewCqw3vI/AAAAAAAABY0/3YPr9NEH77s/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DewCqw3vI/AAAAAAAABY0/3YPr9NEH77s/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436089667167510258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came, brought food smiles and laughter, and made it a great day. And Amy, you ROCK!&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/4165485076940567641-6907818704931137238?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6907818704931137238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6907818704931137238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6907818704931137238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6907818704931137238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/due-to-bloom-feb-2010.html' title='Due to Bloom: Feb 2010'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DexDL-VvI/AAAAAAAABZE/Rdf8EJkeka4/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8024415093248124844</id><published>2010-02-08T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:02:54.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showered with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Daoyfj1QI/AAAAAAAABYs/J0ERnEdLOis/s1600-h/17244_255033552713_610382713_3207083_5477328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Daoyfj1QI/AAAAAAAABYs/J0ERnEdLOis/s320/17244_255033552713_610382713_3207083_5477328_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085144519955714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a Wednesday. It was probably the worst day of the year so far. I had spent all day at the vet, spending large amount of money and stressing/worrying that my dog was gonna die (which he didn't, ended up spending all that money to find out he was fine, just a wimp). The Young Women were just having a planning meeting to choose their activities for the year, and I considered calling in sick. But... alas, I am devoted and filled with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; the size of Arizona; so I went. As I walked in, I could tell that all of the leaders were already there, but there were no girls to be found yet. Until I got further in to the house and they all jumped out to yell SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DaokU7jsI/AAAAAAAABYk/1ICmqL1A9FQ/s1600-h/17244_255034927713_610382713_3207087_8265744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DaokU7jsI/AAAAAAAABYk/1ICmqL1A9FQ/s320/17244_255034927713_610382713_3207087_8265744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085140717276866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful friends had planned a surprise baby shower for me, and it's a good thing I showed up (with unwashed hair and no make up... but still!) They had all brought gifts for me, there were blue balloons and blue cupcakes, games and all sorts of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DaoAubUKI/AAAAAAAABYc/tqAgm5nNv5g/s1600-h/17244_255034937713_610382713_3207088_7885613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DaoAubUKI/AAAAAAAABYc/tqAgm5nNv5g/s320/17244_255034937713_610382713_3207088_7885613_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085131160539298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I will ever tire of getting new little clothes for my kids. No matter how many kids (or boys, for that matter) I have... who could resist these cute little snuggly outfits. Soon to be filled with a cute little snuggly dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Dan5T7AEI/AAAAAAAABYU/P8pKLNRGWfc/s1600-h/17244_255034957713_610382713_3207089_1691246_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Dan5T7AEI/AAAAAAAABYU/P8pKLNRGWfc/s320/17244_255034957713_610382713_3207089_1691246_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085129170321474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The awesome ladies! Front row L-R: Whitney Smith, Shanna Liles Middle Row: Me, Bridget Back Row L-R: Erica Hanks, Sonja, Tori, Tatiana, Sarah, Amber, Kendal and parts of Cheyenne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DandjTDdI/AAAAAAAABYM/QgYrHfU5_Gw/s1600-h/17244_255034972713_610382713_3207090_8041670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3DandjTDdI/AAAAAAAABYM/QgYrHfU5_Gw/s320/17244_255034972713_610382713_3207090_8041670_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085121718619602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a great ending to a not so great day. These girls really know how to throw a party, and how to cheer a girl up! Thanks so much, Brimhall Babes, for being so totally awesome!! Love you!&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/4165485076940567641-8024415093248124844?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8024415093248124844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8024415093248124844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8024415093248124844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8024415093248124844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/02/showered-with-love.html' title='Showered with Love'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/S3Daoyfj1QI/AAAAAAAABYs/J0ERnEdLOis/s72-c/17244_255033552713_610382713_3207083_5477328_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6536907041521880920</id><published>2010-01-19T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:17:05.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a Humid Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137710277647&amp;amp;site=widget-0f.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137710277647&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p1/3170534137710277647/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137710277647&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p2/3170534137710277647/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137710277647&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p4/3170534137710277647/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were blessed this year to travel to Florida and have Christmas with family! The winter has been a little unusual for me since I am accustomed to seeing white and feeling cold for 5 months of my years in UT. But it was GREAT to have nice enough weather that Scott could take full advantage of Grampy's 16 acres and get some energy out each day!!&lt;br /&gt;We traveled EARLY Christmas eve morning and arrived in Florida by 3 pm. It was great to be able to make it in time for a delicious Christmas dinner and awesome spiritual program (which I got a copy of and will be using next year!)&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;We got to meet the newest member of the Bori Family: Julia Pearl Duncan! She is just the sweetest little bundle of cute and we all took to her instantly! Scott loved to watch Uncle Mike give Julia her bottle, he was ALL ABOUT giving her kisses on the forehead, and even let her "kiss" his finger better when he hurt it once. We are so overjoyed for Michael and Elena, and couldn't have wished them any better gift this holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;Scott was old enough to follow, imitate, play with, and torture his older cousin Alyssa Jade: He thought she was the coolest thing invented, and she tolerated his excitement pretty well! He always wanted her to be playing with him, and was often seen right on her tails when she was out and about doing big kid stuff! He wanted to be in the action, and it was awesome that she let him. Scott just loves his cousins!!&lt;br /&gt;Scott on Christmas morning: His stocking was STUFFED to the brim with cool toys. Cars, playdough, a watch, coloring book, etc etc. BUT... the thing on top, happened to be a banana. And he wouldn't even consider touching the rest of his stocking til the banana had been devoured. He then proceeded through the stocking til he found a crunch bar. Again, progress was halted and the candy was eaten. Note to self: put edible items at the bottom of Scott's stockings!&lt;br /&gt;The Gator: From the moment his eyes opened til the time I dragged him in from the dark kicking and screamin... he wanted to be on the gator. Grampy has a John Deere Gator that he uses to get everywhere on his huge property, and Scott is a FAN! Grampy has also purchased a gator power wheels, and this trip was the first time Scott was big enough and brave enough to push the pedal and drive it! (steering... we'll work on that next time)&lt;br /&gt;A Walk down memory lane: Dude and I were able to go out on the town and leave Scott with his grammy and aunts. Downtown Disney, which is where many of our first dates were. Holding hands, drinking hot chocolate, watching magic shows, playing with legos... all the good stuff! It was nice to reminisce and spend some quality time with him back in the place where the memories began!&lt;br /&gt;Conference call with Virgin Gorda: Despite being across the country from any Francis', we were lucky enough to get to listen in on my brother's missionary call home Christmas morning! He is a total Missionary Rock Star, and sounds like he's making the most of his time and having the time of his life! I am so blessed by his service and grateful for the things he is giving up to serve the Lord. Proud sister, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles: I remember from my childhood there always being a puzzle up and going during the holidays. So, I inflicted that tradition upon the Bori's and bought, quite possibly the most difficult puzzle in the history of the world. It didn't get finished, and even if it did... Mike has a piece of the sky held hostage! I don't know if anyone ever took a picture of it, but I thought it was fun to do together! Thanks for bearing with me, Bori's!&lt;br /&gt;Bounce House: We took Scott to a place that was like a big wearhouse with ~10 huge blow up playsets! Slides, trampolines, obstacle courses... you name it. Talk about an energy release! We all needed a nap after that!!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Crafts: Grammy totally rocks! She made every girl in the family their own, patchwork purse. Color coordinated with our personalities, designed to fit EVEN a sippy cup! I just love my new purse and totally wish I had that kind of talent! Thank you Grammy!&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve FIRE: unusual again to my idea of the months of Dec and Jan... we had a bonfire New Years Eve. We roasted hot dogs and mallows and had a great time visiting and staring at a fire! In my history of New Years, this is the first one spent outside for more than 5 minutes to bang on some pots and pans. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Time out with my family: 10 days of 100% family time! Dude didnt have work, a meeting, a game night, a NOTHIN! We spent our time playing together and soaked it all in!! And as long as it was, we were ready to do it all over again when it ended!&lt;br /&gt;Merry late Christmas, Happy late New Year. Love to you all!!&lt;br /&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/4165485076940567641-6536907041521880920?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6536907041521880920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6536907041521880920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6536907041521880920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6536907041521880920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-dreaming-of-humid-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a Humid Christmas!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-2424993218151778063</id><published>2010-01-07T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:18:16.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Adopting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some friends of ours are in the process of adopting 2 kids from Russia, and are having a raffle to earn money for the costs. Donate $5 to be entered to win a big screen TV and help an orphan get a home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://binghamadoption.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://binghamadoption.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjRyK_qF64/SzOas4dpURI/AAAAAAAAABM/_rC_8i8zfoc/S220/proof+2.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/4165485076940567641-2424993218151778063?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/2424993218151778063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=2424993218151778063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2424993218151778063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/2424993218151778063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-adopting.html' title='Friends Adopting'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjRyK_qF64/SzOas4dpURI/AAAAAAAAABM/_rC_8i8zfoc/s72-c/proof+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-5224704788437948202</id><published>2009-12-09T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:32:39.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracker Line-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do any of these crackers look familiar? Are any of them the cracker who committed the crime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Take your time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SyAW_V0-mmI/AAAAAAAABWY/al35kOg-nHE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SyAW_V0-mmI/AAAAAAAABWY/al35kOg-nHE/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413352029546256994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott took one bite out of each of his crackers, then lined them up... and left. They were still sitting there when I went to set the table for dinner. Guess one whole cracker would have done the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-5224704788437948202?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/5224704788437948202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=5224704788437948202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5224704788437948202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/5224704788437948202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/cracker-line-up.html' title='Cracker Line-Up'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SyAW_V0-mmI/AAAAAAAABWY/al35kOg-nHE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8021573370160776065</id><published>2009-12-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:25:21.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was SO excited to go see Santa last week. We talked about it for days before hand (mommy wanted to be sure he fully understood what would be happening... sitting on lap, talking to Santa, etc etc) We got to the mall and stood in line, and as soon as we were close enough to see Santa, Scott pointed him out and kept referring to his "hat". I asked him if he wanted to go see Santa: Yea. I asked him if he wanted to sit on Santa's lap: Yea. I was gaining confidence that all would be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Colin was up first, and his visit with Santa was not so successful. I worried then that Scott would see Colin's reaction and be afraid himself, but he willingly (yet timidly) released his grip on me as I sat him in Santa's lap. He was in a state of shock for the first 3 minutes (which is, of course, when they took the picture) but Im just proud he isnt screaming, crying, or reaching for me. Before the visit was over, I got Scott to say that he wanted a "guck" (truck) and he reached up to point out Santa's hat. Santa humored us with a HO HO HO (been teaching Scott to say it, when asked what Santa says) and gave Scott a little booklet to hold his picture as we left. Two more of Scott's friends sat with Santa after Scott, and none of them had the success that Scott and i had. I was so proud of my chill, too cool for school, son and his nice visit with Santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SyAVl6c1u5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/CsKGafhLl4A/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SyAVl6c1u5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/CsKGafhLl4A/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kid asked for a truck... a truck the kid will get!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/4165485076940567641-8021573370160776065?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8021573370160776065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8021573370160776065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8021573370160776065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8021573370160776065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO HO HO!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SyAVl6c1u5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/CsKGafhLl4A/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-3937907368336521774</id><published>2009-12-03T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:01:57.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump for Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As stated earlier, we started Christmas about 30 minutes after our Thanksgiving Dinner Feast was eaten... we were still digesting even!!&lt;br /&gt;This gift wasn't opened that day, because it was so big that it needed to be shipped straight to AZ (through friends who were kind enough to let it ride in the backseat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is in love with it, and I forsee many hours in the backyard for he and I. Good thing our December is in Arizona, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us inside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-160c7aaf2b8fe128" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D160c7aaf2b8fe128%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D418A428D2D6DFC3D2FDA683A2B15F0F64D4F49C8.7099CFCEBF88A58FB403F39E465D042AEFA7809%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D160c7aaf2b8fe128%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB3Ro-JjLCaa9K_6nQV_Bh59ycOI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D160c7aaf2b8fe128%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D418A428D2D6DFC3D2FDA683A2B15F0F64D4F49C8.7099CFCEBF88A58FB403F39E465D042AEFA7809%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D160c7aaf2b8fe128%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB3Ro-JjLCaa9K_6nQV_Bh59ycOI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks CiCi and Bubba, you have given the gift of endless entertainment for a toddler. Not an easy task!!&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/4165485076940567641-3937907368336521774?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/3937907368336521774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=3937907368336521774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3937907368336521774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/3937907368336521774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jump-for-joy.html' title='Jump for Joy'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-9198362228843428707</id><published>2009-12-03T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:50:48.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin on a JetPlane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgjWAcwMDI/AAAAAAAABVY/hZk-SNKAK9k/s1600-h/IMG_0241%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgjWAcwMDI/AAAAAAAABVY/hZk-SNKAK9k/s320/IMG_0241%5B2%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411113813270343730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post this awesome story from our flight back to AZ after our TG vacation. As we boarded the plane, we had bags and a stroller that needed to be checked at the gate. The lady who was writing out our tags said "I think you guys are on a row alone, so your son will have a seat to himself. Let me check" She asked for our names and looked it up. She was mistaken, there was a lady in the seat next to me.  The worker decided she would try to call the lady up and reseat her so that we could have the whole row. She called, but as she was calling, realized that the lady had already boarded. So she told US what seat was empty and said we should ask the lady to move once we boarded...&lt;br /&gt;Well, the seat she wanted us to move the lady to was about 15 rows back from the seat she was in, and we didnt feel like asking that of her, so we had decided not to say anything and just deal with the 2 seats we had paid for. As we stood waiting in the breezeway to get on the plane, the airline worker who had tried to help rearrange seats before came to find us. She had found a whole row in the back of the plane that was empty and had printed us all new boarding passes so that Scott would have his own seat.&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, my lap is deteriorating fast, so a lap child on a plane isnt the most convenient thing. This kind act was the PERFECT end to our Thanksgiving vacation! Thankful for people who go out of their way to do nice things for other people! Thanks airline lady, you made our day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-9198362228843428707?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/9198362228843428707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=9198362228843428707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/9198362228843428707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/9198362228843428707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/leavin-on-jetplane.html' title='Leavin on a JetPlane'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgjWAcwMDI/AAAAAAAABVY/hZk-SNKAK9k/s72-c/IMG_0241%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-7306930186296697639</id><published>2009-12-03T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:42:00.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day, Turkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeaFCgS5I/AAAAAAAABVI/Qzon3bbLuno/s1600-h/16444_203480269272_733484272_2920984_4322303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeaFCgS5I/AAAAAAAABVI/Qzon3bbLuno/s320/16444_203480269272_733484272_2920984_4322303_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108385663765394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of these pictures are from my trip to UT in October (the one above and the one below, to be specific), but my sister JUST posted them online, so here they are... in the post where I talk about being at CiCi and Bubba's house for Thanksgiving. See, if I hadn't told you you would never know and just assume they were all from Thanksgiving. I guess accuracy is vital to blog quality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeZlabXLI/AAAAAAAABVA/9_QizfPpg6k/s1600-h/16444_203484119272_733484272_2921003_4280300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeZlabXLI/AAAAAAAABVA/9_QizfPpg6k/s320/16444_203484119272_733484272_2921003_4280300_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108377174170802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to travel to UT for Thanksgiving by AIRPLANE!! This trip was the first time that Dude and I have flown together to UT since moving to AZ. Usually, we drive, or one drives earlier and the other flies in later (since that other is the one working til the holiday is HERE) The fact that we got to fly this time made our trip 10x better, because there wasn't a long drive involved at all! I could see the relief of stress in Dude's face and we were able to enjoy ourselves much more knowing that we didnt face a 10 hour drive to top it all off!&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and grandparents came up from Vegas and St George, and we had 16 people crashing in my parents house!!! So much fun! I love that the family is growing and expanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeZZMovfI/AAAAAAAABU4/a3Q3va73LmE/s1600-h/16444_203478109272_733484272_2920971_1258329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeZZMovfI/AAAAAAAABU4/a3Q3va73LmE/s320/16444_203478109272_733484272_2920971_1258329_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108373895101938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, we played games in the church (most fun ever!), we ate more, we watched football, we played the Wii (mario kart), watched Cars, started Christmas early, went shopping, saw movies, played board games and ate some more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeZKedZbI/AAAAAAAABUw/nFnd2byHBog/s1600-h/16444_203476699272_733484272_2920964_4625070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeZKedZbI/AAAAAAAABUw/nFnd2byHBog/s320/16444_203476699272_733484272_2920964_4625070_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108369943324082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone in my family took more pictures of Thanksgiving than I did, send em my way... cause all Ive got are some randoms of Scott doing cute things. Such is my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily enough, there are Francis' AND Bori's in Utah, and we were able to see them all! We spent an evening shopping for Aunt Nattie's new dog, eating nummy food (yet again) and watching a movie with Dude's sister. Had a photo shoot  and played board games with Aunt TT, and still had time to eat sushi with friends! All in all, a great trip. Full of family, more family, friends and TONS of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeY_CN2QI/AAAAAAAABUo/gXQMiXz0SrM/s1600-h/16444_203473669272_733484272_2920945_1748187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeY_CN2QI/AAAAAAAABUo/gXQMiXz0SrM/s320/16444_203473669272_733484272_2920945_1748187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108366872074498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this picture is of Scott watching Elmo on the Iphone in just his diaper. He just rested his little chin on the counter and loved every second of it. What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loved playing with Scott, teaching him new and "oh so fun" words, and chasing around the kitchen over and over. He was never unable to reach someone's finger to lead them... wherever he wanted to go. I have officially started the "post vacation detox" and we are re-learning how to not be entertained 100% of the day. Thank you Francis, Bori, McCall and Brinkerhoff Families for that gift. I can't thank you enough for spoiling my son ROTTEN!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and miss you all already! So thankful for family!!!&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/4165485076940567641-7306930186296697639?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/7306930186296697639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=7306930186296697639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7306930186296697639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/7306930186296697639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-day-turkey.html' title='Happy Day, Turkey!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgeaFCgS5I/AAAAAAAABVI/Qzon3bbLuno/s72-c/16444_203480269272_733484272_2920984_4322303_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-9054117270264859492</id><published>2009-12-03T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:19:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PB&amp;J W/ A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I would see the day when Scott would sit still at a table and just eat. He always seems to have the uncontrollable desire to be RUNNING! But, having an eating buddy worked miracles. Scott and Anderson shared their apples, ate their sandwiches, and sat like two big boys just hangin out and eating their grub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgcORxPQxI/AAAAAAAABUc/FJkh96sSZ0k/s1600-h/IMG_0235%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgcORxPQxI/AAAAAAAABUc/FJkh96sSZ0k/s400/IMG_0235%5B2%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411105983899321106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is such a people person! Our playdate buddies have helped achieve that, Im certain, and I am so grateful! Scott will play with just about anyone, and is so relaxed about sharing toys and kids "in his bubble". I thank my moms group for that, and all the toddlers who steal Scott's toys and let him steal theirs back. That's what friends are for, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-9054117270264859492?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/9054117270264859492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=9054117270264859492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/9054117270264859492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/9054117270264859492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/pb-w.html' title='PB&amp;J W/ A'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxgcORxPQxI/AAAAAAAABUc/FJkh96sSZ0k/s72-c/IMG_0235%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1161105073150442150</id><published>2009-12-02T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:05:48.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated our awesome Daddy on Nov 11, and got to shower him with love and attention (not that he isnt smothered with that every day of his life)&lt;br /&gt;Scott and mommy went to daddy's work and had lunch with him, then made one of his favorite meals for dinner. Follow that up with gifts and key lime pie, and I dont think the man had a complaint! Here's... well, mommy singing Happy Birthday while Scott and Daddy look cute and blow out the candles. You have received your warning and can now mute your speakers before hitting play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-caaf60af12d7ac8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0caaf60af12d7ac8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D856A4D03420436E0648535CEBFC58D587BCEDE2C.4EB13C1CCEB4125F4FAF4C926040A34E9F0D6F37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcaaf60af12d7ac8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBXMIQuKSQOiPqJPsQw3IVOf6wWI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0caaf60af12d7ac8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D856A4D03420436E0648535CEBFC58D587BCEDE2C.4EB13C1CCEB4125F4FAF4C926040A34E9F0D6F37%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcaaf60af12d7ac8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBXMIQuKSQOiPqJPsQw3IVOf6wWI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came out of the day with lots of good food in his tummy, a new headset, a new dvd collection of Dexter's Laboratory, a gift card to take his girlfriend to dinner, and some cash (that he still hasnt figured out what to buy with... would have burned a hole in mommy's pocket by now).&lt;br /&gt;And, we weren't even done celebrating. Since daddy's birthday was mid-week, we had a celebration dinner with friends over the weekend, where we ate mountains of wings and had a great time! How could anyone not love this guy?! And I'M the one who claims his left ring finger... I'm totally lucky and i KNOW IT! Love you, Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbiDpl3-6I/AAAAAAAABUE/VYdFe75EvAc/s1600-h/IMG_0231%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbiDpl3-6I/AAAAAAAABUE/VYdFe75EvAc/s320/IMG_0231%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410760554664426402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s. if anyone has ideas on how to get my son disinterested in wearing his mom's jewelry, please share... he sees me with a "pee" (pretty) on and immediately wants it on himself... never to be seen again by mommy!&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/4165485076940567641-1161105073150442150?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1161105073150442150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1161105073150442150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1161105073150442150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1161105073150442150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbiDpl3-6I/AAAAAAAABUE/VYdFe75EvAc/s72-c/IMG_0231%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-466790754193647717</id><published>2009-12-02T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:51:11.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo vs Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbfGgzjojI/AAAAAAAABT8/tnFM7oCKE4k/s1600-h/IMG_0237%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbfGgzjojI/AAAAAAAABT8/tnFM7oCKE4k/s320/IMG_0237%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410757305310618162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember where he saw it first, but I think it was in the car on a roadtrip... and now he's hooked. As his mom, I could quote you the whole movie just from watching it with him. He prefers "Cars" to everything... even Elmo! (although, as you can see, it's not without the Elmo chair that he watches so intently) I got him all set up to watch one day, and even threw some popcorn into the mix this time... and he had to top it! His own additions in this picture are the bead necklace of mom's around his neck and the hat of dad's. The hat is so big that he had his neck tilted about as far as it tilts just so he could see past the brim of the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you're gonna ask him "what sound does a tractor make?" and he'll say "Moooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbfGO836sI/AAAAAAAABT0/Vv9vIyP-PP0/s1600-h/IMG_0236%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbfGO836sI/AAAAAAAABT0/Vv9vIyP-PP0/s320/IMG_0236%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410757300517857986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has started calling everything a "Guck" this month... or Truck, for those of you that don't speak "Scott". He loves his dad's truck, will play with anything that has wheels as he says "guck, guck" and has shows no signs of trying to say "car" anytime soon. I think he's content with calling them trucks and arguing with me every time I correct him. The conversation goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Guck!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No, thats a car.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Guck!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It's a car. Can you say car?&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Guck!&lt;br /&gt;Long pause as mom gives up...&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Bloo!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No, its a red car.&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Bloo!&lt;br /&gt;.... you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him!&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/4165485076940567641-466790754193647717?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/466790754193647717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=466790754193647717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/466790754193647717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/466790754193647717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/elmo-vs-cars.html' title='Elmo vs Cars'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/SxbfGgzjojI/AAAAAAAABT8/tnFM7oCKE4k/s72-c/IMG_0237%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-6303757325589179929</id><published>2009-12-02T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:51:36.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty Appleseed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave Scott this apple and couldn't RESIST filming him because of his method. Bite, twirl twirl twirl, bite. He was totally looking for the perfect bite each time. Mmmm, apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6ba4a510e71b941" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6ba4a510e71b941%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D376FF7BF137EB5279744F7E52646022DD059D0AC.1A1E59F2AF755B07D95EEFAF060683373AB4DAB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6ba4a510e71b941%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSc4FGxCo-DU1potHJyTyDaQJMQI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6ba4a510e71b941%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551211%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D376FF7BF137EB5279744F7E52646022DD059D0AC.1A1E59F2AF755B07D95EEFAF060683373AB4DAB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6ba4a510e71b941%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSc4FGxCo-DU1potHJyTyDaQJMQI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-6303757325589179929?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/6303757325589179929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=6303757325589179929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6303757325589179929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/6303757325589179929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/12/scotty-appleseed.html' title='Scotty Appleseed'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-1702496872984756318</id><published>2009-11-02T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:02:41.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tea!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you don't speak "Scott-ish", Trick or Treat!! The first year trick or treating with Scott was a blast! It's amazing the things you can get a kid to say when a smartee is on the line. He learned "trick or treat" faster than he has ever learned to say anything else in his LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su85617-dKI/AAAAAAAABTQ/vpOrYlmzV50/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su85617-dKI/AAAAAAAABTQ/vpOrYlmzV50/s320/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598161314346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was SUCH a good sport with his Winnie the Pooh costume, and kept his head on the whole time!! His chubby cheeks fit into the costume SO well, he fit the part to perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su856pchmuI/AAAAAAAABTI/pD68RriYK_4/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su856pchmuI/AAAAAAAABTI/pD68RriYK_4/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598157961206498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took Scott to the ward's trunk or treat on Wednesday, but Daddy was sick. So Daddy took him out for round two on Halloween night! Neither outing lasted very long, since Scott got tired of collecting and wanted to RUN... not such a great idea on dark nights in the street. He's such a ball of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su856AfVqrI/AAAAAAAABTA/mHpEX_9B11U/s1600-h/IMG_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su856AfVqrI/AAAAAAAABTA/mHpEX_9B11U/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598146967153330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with his Halloween night loot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su8556ULTcI/AAAAAAAABS4/-2SFLppm_UA/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su8556ULTcI/AAAAAAAABS4/-2SFLppm_UA/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598145309724098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't mess around and wanted us to open on right away!! He got a lollipop, and didn't fall asleep til far past his bedtime. Ahh, the joys of Halloween sugar rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su855bv7BWI/AAAAAAAABSw/GxIRWVvZWd8/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su855bv7BWI/AAAAAAAABSw/GxIRWVvZWd8/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598137104598370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4165485076940567641-1702496872984756318?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/1702496872984756318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=1702496872984756318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1702496872984756318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/1702496872984756318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/11/tick-tea.html' title='Tick Tea!!!'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/Su85617-dKI/AAAAAAAABTQ/vpOrYlmzV50/s72-c/IMG_1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165485076940567641.post-8933760736832696182</id><published>2009-11-02T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:43:46.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Annual Sister's Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543666223948&amp;amp;site=widget-4c.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543666223948&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p1/3098476543666223948/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543666223948&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p2/3098476543666223948/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543666223948&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p4/3098476543666223948/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to spend 2 days with my wonderful sisters, just playing and eating and being goofs. I love them!!! People actually asked us more than once if we were sisters... duh! I am already looking forward to doing it again next year. I am lucky enough to be their sister, but BLESSED to be their friend! Love you girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165485076940567641-8933760736832696182?l=dudenjessi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/feeds/8933760736832696182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165485076940567641&amp;postID=8933760736832696182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8933760736832696182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165485076940567641/posts/default/8933760736832696182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenjessi.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-annual-sisters-retreat.html' title='First Annual Sister&apos;s Retreat'/><author><name>JessiLeigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803116436005923291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eUE-7QZ2joA/R7Inl_0xzuI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wJ7XV4nabro/S220/Dude+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
