<?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-28236690</id><updated>2012-02-08T12:27:49.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the cradle will rock</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of our two precious boys.  Please enjoy reading and sharing.  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Boy do they look older now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTT9mvNU3QI/TdRk32A-LaI/AAAAAAAAGks/qZVeHv1c5Vc/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608218346538282402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTT9mvNU3QI/TdRk32A-LaI/AAAAAAAAGks/qZVeHv1c5Vc/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach hates to cooperate and have his picture taken. This is moments before he began yelling at me and spitting. Lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQaTxexurnc/TdRk3mjx-rI/AAAAAAAAGkk/ym8r-5AXJGc/s1600/DSC_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608218342389316274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQaTxexurnc/TdRk3mjx-rI/AAAAAAAAGkk/ym8r-5AXJGc/s400/DSC_0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase trying to keep his eyes open (he always squints thinking the flash is going to go off) and saying cheese!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28236690-8127898314882267439?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8127898314882267439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=8127898314882267439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8127898314882267439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8127898314882267439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-boy-haircuts.html' title='Big boy haircuts!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTT9mvNU3QI/TdRk32A-LaI/AAAAAAAAGks/qZVeHv1c5Vc/s72-c/DSC_0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-175827946165931419</id><published>2011-04-28T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:47:48.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime!</title><content type='html'>Even though it's been a couple of months since my last post not too much has been going on other than the usual up here. Jase is loving school and riding the bus. He smiles real big and runs to the bus every day. They just love him at school (minus the running off from the class moments). He is known for saying some pretty hysterical things. He even said a few curse words which was really embarrassing but he did use them appropriately. That is a positive, right?! He gets to do fun activities with paint, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdoh&lt;/span&gt;, glitter, glue, scissors while learning his numbers and letters. As we all know he has known his numbers and letters for quite sometime but now he is learning the sounds that those letters make so that he can identify them by sound. You can ask him what letter a word starts with and most of the time he will know! We had our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; meeting. He had some more testing done at school. He is now going to be receiving occupational therapy at school for his delay in some skills including how to hold a pencil properly, using scissors and getting himself dressed. Most of these things he is delayed in I feel that are they are a lot my fault. For instance who in their right mind would hand Jase a pair of scissors prior to him being in school. He didn't really have an interest in coloring or drawing so why force it?? And then getting dressed...well he sure didn't care that I dressed him! So we have also set up an appointment with a private therapy place to evaluate him and discuss these concerns along with some sensory issues he may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is just having a grand ole time hanging out with me during the day. We leave the house almost every day and if we don't he will keep asking me to. I finally joined the gym a couple weeks ago. So Zach is going to the childcare room there and he LOVES it. He just runs in without looking back. He holds onto as many little cars he can and plays with the kids. They say he is really sweet and doesn't fight with the other kids. Good to know! HA. He is obsessed with golf and wants to go the golf store everyday. Jason bought them real golf clubs and balls. Zach has really taken to it and now knows the lingo. We went to the golf store the other day and he wanted to putt on the greens they have for practicing. I had to take him out of there kicking, screaming and crying...literally. It really was a sight to witness, 2 year old acting like he is being taken out of a toy store! He is really talking good and answer our questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39I-EyIZfoM/TbYeBArz1II/AAAAAAAAGkc/h5_0Eh9gWfw/s1600/DSC_0976-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599696189394244738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39I-EyIZfoM/TbYeBArz1II/AAAAAAAAGkc/h5_0Eh9gWfw/s400/DSC_0976-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two funny guys playing on their electronic devices. Both boys love playing the games, books and videos on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-506VeSor_Ks/TbYd7D4qCCI/AAAAAAAAGkU/Gb5b_Gof-m4/s1600/DSC_0978-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599696087174219810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-506VeSor_Ks/TbYd7D4qCCI/AAAAAAAAGkU/Gb5b_Gof-m4/s400/DSC_0978-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this one evening after the boys went to bed. After researching it was Zach that decided to raid the pantry for his dump truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BAID_eJiUI/TbYdz8vhIaI/AAAAAAAAGkM/33BlbBefkBc/s1600/DSC_1005-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695964997755298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BAID_eJiUI/TbYdz8vhIaI/AAAAAAAAGkM/33BlbBefkBc/s400/DSC_1005-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach still has his pacifier all the time which is really getting on my nerves but I am not willing to deal with the consequences of taking it from him except when he sleeps. I am hoping that when school starts next fall then we can enforce the rules again! His speech is getting messed up as a result but it's so cute too see his tongue when he talks (just like Jase's...OOPS!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rZn0US_ht8/TbYdrMzmKkI/AAAAAAAAGkE/SIn4VEuXfNg/s1600/DSC_1029-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695814691007042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rZn0US_ht8/TbYdrMzmKkI/AAAAAAAAGkE/SIn4VEuXfNg/s400/DSC_1029-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were playing with play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; one day and I asked Jase if he wanted me to make coal for his train. At first he said no then I rolled one ball and that is all it took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Tx6UqzLLiE/TbYdjQCPqDI/AAAAAAAAGj8/r_S6cD6ru3Y/s1600/DSC_1042-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695678118799410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Tx6UqzLLiE/TbYdjQCPqDI/AAAAAAAAGj8/r_S6cD6ru3Y/s400/DSC_1042-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach loves playing outside and especially loves hitting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;golf balls&lt;/span&gt; with Jason. It's becoming a little thing that they do. Jase doesn't like to hit the golf balls because he can't hit them like Jason does. So he likes to push his cars, trucks and trains in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMOn8WjdTt8/TbYdcJiKMDI/AAAAAAAAGj0/u4PJ7Z_uonw/s1600/DSC_1048-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695556114526258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMOn8WjdTt8/TbYdcJiKMDI/AAAAAAAAGj0/u4PJ7Z_uonw/s400/DSC_1048-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's getting so grown up looking. The boy's favorite shows right now are Bubble Guppies and Care Bears. Of course they still love Dora, Max and Ruby, Wonder Pets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Berenstain&lt;/span&gt; Bears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Busytown&lt;/span&gt; Mysteries and Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWnRumQ_fRg/TbYdVd0EpPI/AAAAAAAAGjs/W-yD5on6V-Q/s1600/DSC_1053-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695441299285234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWnRumQ_fRg/TbYdVd0EpPI/AAAAAAAAGjs/W-yD5on6V-Q/s400/DSC_1053-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that Jase has been in school he really makes an effort to try to play with Zach. It doesn't necessarily last long but it's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scCGKe5dYyI/TbYdNLs9ilI/AAAAAAAAGjk/vw2CBo4X7v4/s1600/DSC_1059-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695298998667858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scCGKe5dYyI/TbYdNLs9ilI/AAAAAAAAGjk/vw2CBo4X7v4/s400/DSC_1059-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At school they use a method from a book called 1-2-3 Magic and so we have started using it at home and since they enforce it school it makes it easier to enforce it at home with results. Zach is a little more stubborn and but it's getting there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUtMzdHoiWc/TbYdA_5Ze1I/AAAAAAAAGjc/5rCMNtKw7z0/s1600/DSC_1075-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695089671174994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUtMzdHoiWc/TbYdA_5Ze1I/AAAAAAAAGjc/5rCMNtKw7z0/s400/DSC_1075-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Charleston for Jason's cousin's wedding. It was nice to get to see a lot of the family and it was a pretty ceremony and reception. You see Zach has his golf club on the beach. He sleeps with it takes it in the car. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avmjjdab6Cg/TbYc2BKTzgI/AAAAAAAAGjU/rIcSkeI_ZB4/s1600/DSC_0036-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599694901031980546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avmjjdab6Cg/TbYc2BKTzgI/AAAAAAAAGjU/rIcSkeI_ZB4/s400/DSC_0036-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Eya8z-9r3A/TbYcjIk-H9I/AAAAAAAAGjE/g3i7x38m62s/s1600/DSC_0092-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599694576605339602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Eya8z-9r3A/TbYcjIk-H9I/AAAAAAAAGjE/g3i7x38m62s/s400/DSC_0092-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad Jase is finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;manageable&lt;/span&gt; on the beach. He doesn't try to go straight for the ocean. He had fun digging in the sand and burying his cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6BlvchB-C8/TbYca5fBMkI/AAAAAAAAGi8/03zmkZ2PNHE/s1600/DSC_0096-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599694435114889794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6BlvchB-C8/TbYca5fBMkI/AAAAAAAAGi8/03zmkZ2PNHE/s400/DSC_0096-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He just loves feeling everything and trying to make it into a story. Such a creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuDunWDAxqI/TbYcTfm5q6I/AAAAAAAAGi0/oLFQuzqM4f8/s1600/DSC_0110-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599694307909544866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuDunWDAxqI/TbYcTfm5q6I/AAAAAAAAGi0/oLFQuzqM4f8/s400/DSC_0110-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this picture of us. Everyone looking and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TIRvAI4JRY/TbYb-Vri7VI/AAAAAAAAGis/LnkkwgkMxEg/s1600/DSC_0123-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693944467418450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TIRvAI4JRY/TbYb-Vri7VI/AAAAAAAAGis/LnkkwgkMxEg/s400/DSC_0123-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach eating some fruit at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leACHmBi9qQ/TbYb3MTKhEI/AAAAAAAAGik/hEGM8YlV0IU/s1600/DSC_0131-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693821690152002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leACHmBi9qQ/TbYb3MTKhEI/AAAAAAAAGik/hEGM8YlV0IU/s400/DSC_0131-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did so good and had fun at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LziJIy-oT6A/TbYbv84L06I/AAAAAAAAGic/jVCJkfeVUXU/s1600/DSC_0190-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693697291375522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LziJIy-oT6A/TbYbv84L06I/AAAAAAAAGic/jVCJkfeVUXU/s400/DSC_0190-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason's dad decided to Jase for a walk and they disappeared for a bit. Then we saw Jase running back towards the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VU0pi7X2eM/TbYbk5EJQCI/AAAAAAAAGiU/a7LnsHZ5kKk/s1600/DSC_0193-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693507289235490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VU0pi7X2eM/TbYbk5EJQCI/AAAAAAAAGiU/a7LnsHZ5kKk/s400/DSC_0193-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt;! Jase is fast but he had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJNWF2B0o4k/TbYbZzeSS3I/AAAAAAAAGiM/ZbTCy6PQC80/s1600/DSC_0202-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693316809706354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJNWF2B0o4k/TbYbZzeSS3I/AAAAAAAAGiM/ZbTCy6PQC80/s400/DSC_0202-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our most adorable nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAARK8j_zD0/TbYbO_M_YyI/AAAAAAAAGiE/34VEBNNzmsI/s1600/DSC_0207-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693130979828514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAARK8j_zD0/TbYbO_M_YyI/AAAAAAAAGiE/34VEBNNzmsI/s400/DSC_0207-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason went to catch up with Jase and to help his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ed_8NQ-P1CE/TbYbEj0wPaI/AAAAAAAAGh8/ZDFo0Ujs3HQ/s1600/DSC_0260-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599692951831723426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ed_8NQ-P1CE/TbYbEj0wPaI/AAAAAAAAGh8/ZDFo0Ujs3HQ/s400/DSC_0260-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason with his dad and his boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgsbfjc1ncM/TbYaHk0iefI/AAAAAAAAGh0/kw6gh6qgmng/s1600/DSC_0415-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599691904127236594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgsbfjc1ncM/TbYaHk0iefI/AAAAAAAAGh0/kw6gh6qgmng/s400/DSC_0415-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase asked permission to go rock. So here we are dancing because we "totally rock". Something Jase learned from Bubble Guppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7wb0jRsp8U/TbYYOc34joI/AAAAAAAAGhs/9eLlFB_g-9A/s1600/DSC_0451-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599689823229611650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7wb0jRsp8U/TbYYOc34joI/AAAAAAAAGhs/9eLlFB_g-9A/s400/DSC_0451-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble bath time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uncG1YvJ1_s/TbYXinRPTkI/AAAAAAAAGhk/k6LbamL_q4o/s1600/DSC_0465-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599689070106070594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uncG1YvJ1_s/TbYXinRPTkI/AAAAAAAAGhk/k6LbamL_q4o/s400/DSC_0465-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One afternoon from coming inside I found the boys sitting together watching a show. LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwQfMZWGCIc/TbYXN5rd5HI/AAAAAAAAGhc/3KGLKVb9ESA/s1600/DSC_0499-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599688714270663794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwQfMZWGCIc/TbYXN5rd5HI/AAAAAAAAGhc/3KGLKVb9ESA/s400/DSC_0499-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter basket time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iE1HrFjMhU/TbYW9W_mlWI/AAAAAAAAGhU/FkdCFNRDpvg/s1600/DSC_0482-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599688430081971554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iE1HrFjMhU/TbYW9W_mlWI/AAAAAAAAGhU/FkdCFNRDpvg/s400/DSC_0482-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzv5EcIT1II/TbYW0crD8oI/AAAAAAAAGhM/6W5xM90iTQg/s1600/DSC_0491-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599688276987605634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzv5EcIT1II/TbYW0crD8oI/AAAAAAAAGhM/6W5xM90iTQg/s400/DSC_0491-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New books at the best new prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VP69cl9CO5M/TbYWTAa9ZHI/AAAAAAAAGhE/FGFbtBDf4wk/s1600/DSC_0507-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599687702468191346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VP69cl9CO5M/TbYWTAa9ZHI/AAAAAAAAGhE/FGFbtBDf4wk/s400/DSC_0507-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPxNyPRb7g4/TbYVmKidLnI/AAAAAAAAGg8/4y3DLjqC8Os/s1600/DSC_0566-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599686932089876082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPxNyPRb7g4/TbYVmKidLnI/AAAAAAAAGg8/4y3DLjqC8Os/s400/DSC_0566-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Georgia gnome hiding some eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dre5grlSRk/TbYVN-1WgiI/AAAAAAAAGg0/vrgCw5vYhYE/s1600/DSC_0609-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599686516631044642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dre5grlSRk/TbYVN-1WgiI/AAAAAAAAGg0/vrgCw5vYhYE/s400/DSC_0609-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun and they didn't even fight or cry when the other got an egg that they were both reaching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFT-Ha11JHA/TbYUd_p_n4I/AAAAAAAAGgs/M7Q6Cekh3d8/s1600/DSC_0617-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599685692218122114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFT-Ha11JHA/TbYUd_p_n4I/AAAAAAAAGgs/M7Q6Cekh3d8/s400/DSC_0617-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUetOP9q3Nc/TbYSqWVEknI/AAAAAAAAGgk/taS5HAiPRME/s1600/DSC_0689-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599683705439556210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUetOP9q3Nc/TbYSqWVEknI/AAAAAAAAGgk/taS5HAiPRME/s400/DSC_0689-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkRI4xVxbJg/TbYRy8CC5rI/AAAAAAAAGgc/1k4uEFOO3pY/s1600/DSC_0712-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599682753487627954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkRI4xVxbJg/TbYRy8CC5rI/AAAAAAAAGgc/1k4uEFOO3pY/s400/DSC_0712-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach trying to eat all the candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A__9Ky0go64/TbYRj6NTxBI/AAAAAAAAGgU/mhQxR_tPel4/s1600/DSC_0726-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599682495299961874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A__9Ky0go64/TbYRj6NTxBI/AAAAAAAAGgU/mhQxR_tPel4/s400/DSC_0726-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very happy boys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GCwruLq0TIw" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was take a couple months ago when we had the flu. I walked in to check on Jase one morning and found him like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-175827946165931419?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/175827946165931419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=175827946165931419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/175827946165931419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/175827946165931419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-though-its-been-couple-of-months.html' title='Springtime!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39I-EyIZfoM/TbYeBArz1II/AAAAAAAAGkc/h5_0Eh9gWfw/s72-c/DSC_0976-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-7613028111663953394</id><published>2011-02-11T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:55:38.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Time!</title><content type='html'>Jase started school last week.  &lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;It all happened so quickly.  When I registered him they said they would get in touch with me in 2-4 weeks and he would probably be tested again to determine what classroom or services they would be able to provide for his needs.  Well a few days later we got a phone call that we needed to meet to sign papers because there was an opening at the nearest elementary school for Jase in a special education &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k program. They decided to accept his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; as it was for the next sixty days then re-evaluate it to determine if they need to retest him and change the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;.  I went in the next Monday and signed papers and they said that he would start the next day, go five days a week and the school hours are 8:20-3:00.  Gulp!  What?!  Oh boy this threw me for a loop.  They then asked me if we wanted to sign up for the school bus.  I said that we could sign him up and we would see how it would go.  After driving him to school a couple of days and getting us all ready and then take him and Zach out of the car to take him inside I knew that the bus would help with the stress of rushing around to get him there on time.  Then they told me I would have to arrive at school an hour before it was let out to sit in the front of the car pick-up line to wait for an hour for him to be released.  With Zach in tow that just wasn't reasonable since he needed to be napping during that time.  So the bus picks him up at 7:30 and he gets home at 3:25.  It's a long day but it's so worth it.  His teacher is really nice and is understanding of his needs and know just how to help him.  When he gets home he goes straight to his trains and plays alone.  I try to ask him questions about school but mostly he says he doesn't know and isn't interested in discussing it.  But he doesn't quite have the skills to be able to have a conversation and to recollect the day's events.  He is really happy and hasn't even cried.  Makes us feel really good and hopefully he will be mainstreamed by the time he enters kindergarten or 1st grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCkeN0K8wI/AAAAAAAAGfY/s2AFJjosnms/s1600/DSC_0878-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571133578068816642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCkeN0K8wI/AAAAAAAAGfY/s2AFJjosnms/s400/DSC_0878-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found out who sent the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISPY&lt;/span&gt; book! My lovely friend, Dee, from where we moved from. The boys are usually fighting over who is going to look at it. The still love reading books which is so great and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCjTAue7KI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/zhA8I0T3AsU/s1600/DSC_0905-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571132286065110178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCjTAue7KI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/zhA8I0T3AsU/s400/DSC_0905-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jase getting off the bus for the first time. We had him ride home from school the first two days so that he could get used to it with someone else putting him on instead of fighting me at 7:30am.  Well it worked out really well and he is just fine getting on and off the bus.  Even though&lt;br /&gt;he says he doesn't need to go he has a smile on his face when he walks to the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCi8kdAScI/AAAAAAAAGfI/FrJWYPteaz4/s1600/DSC_0914-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571131900518484418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCi8kdAScI/AAAAAAAAGfI/FrJWYPteaz4/s400/DSC_0914-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase still prefers to play with his trains in the playground over playing on the equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCixpJ-Z6I/AAAAAAAAGfA/Mk8cgvcopCU/s1600/DSC_0918-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571131712802285474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCixpJ-Z6I/AAAAAAAAGfA/Mk8cgvcopCU/s400/DSC_0918-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach and I have been having good times with it just being us.  He is still fiery, bossy and demanding as always.  But it's good for him to have this time.  I went to find a preschool for him and the first church we went to was a dud for his age group.  They had no schedule or art activities for him to do.  Just playing in a tiny room with two older ladies supervising them.  The older children had a more structured schedule so maybe we will send him there next year.  So hopefully I can find another one for him to go to now.  During that time I am going to be able to help Jason more with his office stuff and be able to run errands with no one in tow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCh4uvl4bI/AAAAAAAAGe4/WV_i6XWVLY4/s1600/DSC_0938-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571130735049695666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCh4uvl4bI/AAAAAAAAGe4/WV_i6XWVLY4/s400/DSC_0938-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys do play with each other but many times there is a mishap.  Zach loves to aggravate Jase and crash his trains and piles of dirt.  But Jase does try to share and talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVChpz8bd0I/AAAAAAAAGew/iLuhBeGSqW4/s1600/DSC_0944-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571130478747678530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVChpz8bd0I/AAAAAAAAGew/iLuhBeGSqW4/s400/DSC_0944-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase's behavior has really improved and many would not believe what has transformed since last even last year.  Amazing really.  He is the one I prefer to take shopping and out to eat and I can't even believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCgyW4k3SI/AAAAAAAAGec/_jeVs9aFHk0/s1600/DSC_0947-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571129526054083874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCgyW4k3SI/AAAAAAAAGec/_jeVs9aFHk0/s400/DSC_0947-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is such a big and brave boy.  Just fearless and check him out going up this rope wall . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCdg2eoJJI/AAAAAAAAGeU/bDi5Vc10ry4/s1600/DSC_0956-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571125926762652818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCdg2eoJJI/AAAAAAAAGeU/bDi5Vc10ry4/s400/DSC_0956-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCdY9betAI/AAAAAAAAGeM/tY6YoXCbB2s/s1600/DSC_0957-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571125791189545986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCdY9betAI/AAAAAAAAGeM/tY6YoXCbB2s/s400/DSC_0957-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got lucky with this picture.  I had to run around the slide and stick the camera into the slide and just snap it.  I knew that he was not going to wait for me and I knew that he probably wasn't going to cooperate and go down the slide for me again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-7613028111663953394?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7613028111663953394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=7613028111663953394&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7613028111663953394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7613028111663953394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2011/02/school-time.html' title='School Time!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TVCkeN0K8wI/AAAAAAAAGfY/s2AFJjosnms/s72-c/DSC_0878-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3504789701897346178</id><published>2011-01-16T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:56:39.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow and Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful holiday and had tons of family come and visit us.  We even had snow on Christmas day!  It was so beautiful.  This past week it even snowed more but I will post photos of the second snow on the next post.   I had a dessert themed tree this year and here are some of my favorite ornaments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5zKF2eYbI/AAAAAAAAGdY/4-Crg_XvvVc/s1600/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561509207055688114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5zKF2eYbI/AAAAAAAAGdY/4-Crg_XvvVc/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5y7O-NcpI/AAAAAAAAGdQ/OCSnhaefJ1U/s1600/DSC_0778-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508951806014098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5y7O-NcpI/AAAAAAAAGdQ/OCSnhaefJ1U/s400/DSC_0778-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yzJNlZ3I/AAAAAAAAGdI/dW5uJcQkn2Y/s1600/DSC_0779-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508812820932466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yzJNlZ3I/AAAAAAAAGdI/dW5uJcQkn2Y/s400/DSC_0779-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5youLiGCI/AAAAAAAAGdA/NlXIDENQoI0/s1600/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508633765877794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5youLiGCI/AAAAAAAAGdA/NlXIDENQoI0/s400/DSC_0784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yjGrV8_I/AAAAAAAAGc4/j7mm9QkPInY/s1600/DSC_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508537262535666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yjGrV8_I/AAAAAAAAGc4/j7mm9QkPInY/s400/DSC_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not part of the theme but I thought this clip-on mushroom ornament was too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5ya5X-rBI/AAAAAAAAGcw/XWxTOhZ4I0I/s1600/DSC_0788-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508396252703762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5ya5X-rBI/AAAAAAAAGcw/XWxTOhZ4I0I/s400/DSC_0788-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and sister found these sweet cupcakes at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; Rack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yQ3cnYCI/AAAAAAAAGco/Ef0oXKeUpXc/s1600/DSC_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508223936585762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yQ3cnYCI/AAAAAAAAGco/Ef0oXKeUpXc/s400/DSC_0790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yKalO0_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/ib5SeSZs-F0/s1600/DSC_0797-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508113108882418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yKalO0_I/AAAAAAAAGcg/ib5SeSZs-F0/s400/DSC_0797-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first the boys couldn't keep their hands off the ornaments and Jase even moved some around that he felt needed to be placed in other spots.  This was one of their favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yCazzi5I/AAAAAAAAGcY/M2-tbErgLSA/s1600/DSC_0798-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507975731055506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5yCazzi5I/AAAAAAAAGcY/M2-tbErgLSA/s400/DSC_0798-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this most awesome Eric &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carle&lt;/span&gt; Advent calendar!  each day had an ornament to hang on the tree or present to put in the little gift boxes.  Christmas day was a big star to put on the top of the tree.  Thanks to my friend, Dee, for finding this on Amazon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5x7IYKPtI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/3Qy1Ms656ow/s1600/DSC_0801-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507850524180178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5x7IYKPtI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/3Qy1Ms656ow/s400/DSC_0801-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought kid size ice cream cones and they are so small I just laughed and laughed when I opened the box.  It's so practical though and the boys are happy with the serving and I am happy at how tiny it is!  Since the boys are dairy free we buy coconut milk ice cream and it is really good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5x0Z0sJuI/AAAAAAAAGcI/p4dlXt3707s/s1600/DSC_0880-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507734948161250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5x0Z0sJuI/AAAAAAAAGcI/p4dlXt3707s/s400/DSC_0880-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trains and trucks.  Boys boys boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xuadIQdI/AAAAAAAAGcA/VyYoiGHYXr8/s1600/DSC_0881-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507632038560210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xuadIQdI/AAAAAAAAGcA/VyYoiGHYXr8/s400/DSC_0881-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach has been talking so much and really putting sentences together.  Many things are not understood by others outside of the home but he is drastically getting better.  He's our little comedian and funny guy.  He is a happy little guy that is always laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xh7i2FeI/AAAAAAAAGb4/q32X3lIy8xQ/s1600/DSC_0898-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507417582605794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xh7i2FeI/AAAAAAAAGb4/q32X3lIy8xQ/s400/DSC_0898-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it when the boys lay on their bellies to play with their toys.  Getting down on the level to really see them at another angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xYQGDHLI/AAAAAAAAGbw/FE3nVzJ_Gl8/s1600/DSC_1032-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507251300277426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xYQGDHLI/AAAAAAAAGbw/FE3nVzJ_Gl8/s400/DSC_1032-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are Christmas eve.  We put out crackers and water for Santa.  Please don't laugh too hard.  I mean we are probably the only people that give &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; crackers and water but our Coconut milk and gluten/dairy free cookies are expensive!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;....it makes me giggle still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xPw1GjPI/AAAAAAAAGbo/MLGJEEanojg/s1600/DSC_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507105468746994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xPw1GjPI/AAAAAAAAGbo/MLGJEEanojg/s400/DSC_1083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wrapped all the presents since the boys stuff didn't really need any assembly and they are still little and enjoy unwrapping the gifts.  I heart my little white tree! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xJwLVYDI/AAAAAAAAGbg/-e4g89A8EGU/s1600/DSC_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561507002214342706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xJwLVYDI/AAAAAAAAGbg/-e4g89A8EGU/s400/DSC_1102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture is fuzzy but Zach's reaction was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xCBabkNI/AAAAAAAAGbY/_6NHDZp2fyk/s1600/DSC_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506869402112210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5xCBabkNI/AAAAAAAAGbY/_6NHDZp2fyk/s400/DSC_1170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious stuff opening these presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wwSA3bNI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/B6jBvCDBWH4/s1600/DSC_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506564620643538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wwSA3bNI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/B6jBvCDBWH4/s400/DSC_1161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason picked out a present for Zach that was a big hit.  A remote control 4-wheeler with a man on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wpI8qFxI/AAAAAAAAGbI/rwUrqW0o3Po/s1600/DSC_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506441927989010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wpI8qFxI/AAAAAAAAGbI/rwUrqW0o3Po/s400/DSC_1166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wi96CzQI/AAAAAAAAGbA/o_F8fub1Pz0/s1600/DSC_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506335885020418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wi96CzQI/AAAAAAAAGbA/o_F8fub1Pz0/s400/DSC_1188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas should be everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wcXofKJI/AAAAAAAAGa4/_PmHo4nSBKY/s1600/DSC_0010-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506222531618962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wcXofKJI/AAAAAAAAGa4/_PmHo4nSBKY/s400/DSC_0010-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He went to sleep every night with it for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wSW5M80I/AAAAAAAAGaw/IELrZW97Jic/s1600/DSC_0018-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506050534601538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wSW5M80I/AAAAAAAAGaw/IELrZW97Jic/s400/DSC_0018-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it over to my parent's house through the snow and my dad dressed up as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;.  Jase was in awe, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elektra&lt;/span&gt; wasn't too sure if it was her "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aba&lt;/span&gt;" or the real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;.  Zach was pretty much mortified.  When Santa handed him a present he took it but wanted nothing else to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wNcgSZrI/AAAAAAAAGao/OZ-DBcfyT5Y/s1600/DSC_0026-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561505966141367986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wNcgSZrI/AAAAAAAAGao/OZ-DBcfyT5Y/s400/DSC_0026-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase was so cute and still remembers the exact train that Santa gave him.  He talked to Santa for sometime.  He stood at the door and waved goodbye.  He continues to talk about how Santa was there and we need to go see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wFotlK5I/AAAAAAAAGag/3wA6RwOarGQ/s1600/DSC_0040-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561505831979395986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5wFotlK5I/AAAAAAAAGag/3wA6RwOarGQ/s400/DSC_0040-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time for Santa to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vvyKLdKI/AAAAAAAAGaY/glxXuBHuVwM/s1600/DSC_0088-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561505456558142626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vvyKLdKI/AAAAAAAAGaY/glxXuBHuVwM/s400/DSC_0088-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach and Jase fight like teenagers and it's so annoying.  I can't even begin to tell you how many times Zach has bitten Jase during these spats.  Many times I don't even know who started it so they both get in trouble.  Ugh.  I have a long road ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vnGzwYrI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/FUbmSs_Ftvo/s1600/DSC_0190-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561505307482415794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vnGzwYrI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/FUbmSs_Ftvo/s400/DSC_0190-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a wonderful gift from our wonderful friends from Sweden.  They sent candies from Sweden and it is really neat to taste what they eat.  Our candy is a lot more vibrant in color and flavors.  They also really like black licorice.  The boys had a couple favorites which resembled red licorice but the flavor was delicate and enjoyable and then the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; shaped marshmallow puffs were a tasty treat.  Thanks Linda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vf2U_zUI/AAAAAAAAGaI/bvBFqA8t5YA/s1600/DSC_0257-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561505182799351106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vf2U_zUI/AAAAAAAAGaI/bvBFqA8t5YA/s400/DSC_0257-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out that those lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vXd5pxEI/AAAAAAAAGaA/Uc91Bm23lhk/s1600/DSC_0271-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561505038803256386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vXd5pxEI/AAAAAAAAGaA/Uc91Bm23lhk/s400/DSC_0271-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out that long line of trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vO2PlzEI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/3WwXGSERcv8/s1600/DSC_0299-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504890718899266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vO2PlzEI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/3WwXGSERcv8/s400/DSC_0299-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vH2hZayI/AAAAAAAAGZw/DZrNrXZTAyo/s1600/DSC_0315-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504770534501154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5vH2hZayI/AAAAAAAAGZw/DZrNrXZTAyo/s400/DSC_0315-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is a silly silly guy.  As always he is a handful.  He's can fly off the handle in a heart beat but with that same passion he is extremely affectionate and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;.  He loves to hug and kiss all the time.   He is always happy, never sad or down.  Okay he cries when hurt or upset but it never lasts long.  He is so good inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5u-bV7A8I/AAAAAAAAGZo/JBS_BHVlmps/s1600/DSC_0362-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504608619791298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5u-bV7A8I/AAAAAAAAGZo/JBS_BHVlmps/s400/DSC_0362-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with the snow came new Thomas adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5uzFQuO_I/AAAAAAAAGZg/D2aaknpUnuo/s1600/DSC_0392-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504413713841138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5uzFQuO_I/AAAAAAAAGZg/D2aaknpUnuo/s400/DSC_0392-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach did not want to stop playing to have his photo taken.  Jase's expression of love is so sweet in this picture.  I  love my three men! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5usUoSOdI/AAAAAAAAGZY/Gp50gH8vsTQ/s1600/CSC_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504297580116434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5usUoSOdI/AAAAAAAAGZY/Gp50gH8vsTQ/s400/CSC_0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We can hardly ever get a photo right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5uS2ST8dI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/C27uTLLJ5IQ/s1600/DSC_0458-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561503859938161106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5uS2ST8dI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/C27uTLLJ5IQ/s400/DSC_0458-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling his wagon through the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5uAXgGtmI/AAAAAAAAGZI/5QiXj6tuE34/s1600/DSC_0486-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561503542436869730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5uAXgGtmI/AAAAAAAAGZI/5QiXj6tuE34/s400/DSC_0486-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pushing his Transformer through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5qqQLNFII/AAAAAAAAGZA/ljCxyFsbjFE/s1600/DSC_0513-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561499863978153090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5qqQLNFII/AAAAAAAAGZA/ljCxyFsbjFE/s400/DSC_0513-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5qTFIcllI/AAAAAAAAGY4/8tT2iS-dUuU/s1600/DSC_0533-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561499465876805202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5qTFIcllI/AAAAAAAAGY4/8tT2iS-dUuU/s400/DSC_0533-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stanley going on a snowy adventure.  Check out the snow falling in mid shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5qKBClQTI/AAAAAAAAGYw/IUaft0JvKrU/s1600/DSC_0550-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561499310159642930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5qKBClQTI/AAAAAAAAGYw/IUaft0JvKrU/s400/DSC_0550-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to remember that Jase is still a "baby" but this photo proves just how baby he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5p8Vv9SaI/AAAAAAAAGYo/h3oYu7Nze1g/s1600/DSC_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561499075200502178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5p8Vv9SaI/AAAAAAAAGYo/h3oYu7Nze1g/s400/DSC_0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5prrkcRSI/AAAAAAAAGYg/Mcb8lR9Onbg/s1600/DSC_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561498789000004898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5prrkcRSI/AAAAAAAAGYg/Mcb8lR9Onbg/s400/DSC_0580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason and Jase having a blast rolling down the hill.  Too, too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5pZs6lcWI/AAAAAAAAGYY/LDk3vaGUkJE/s1600/DSC_0590-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561498480123670882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5pZs6lcWI/AAAAAAAAGYY/LDk3vaGUkJE/s400/DSC_0590-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait guys!  I am coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5o0fmx2WI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/w4xKD3NRT2s/s1600/DSC_0606-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561497840895777122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5o0fmx2WI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/w4xKD3NRT2s/s400/DSC_0606-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ATTENTION!!!!  Jase received this book for his birthday in the mail.  It came with no packing slip so we have no idea who sent it.  If you could let me know who sent it, I want to send a thank you (when I get to those!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5onf5PjKI/AAAAAAAAGYI/rOj02KCD9IU/s1600/DSC_0690-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561497617634921634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5onf5PjKI/AAAAAAAAGYI/rOj02KCD9IU/s400/DSC_0690-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason's Aunt sent a play rug and here is Zach pushing his trucks and cars along it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5mLqQwtFI/AAAAAAAAGYA/W7CG6l4wHJw/s1600/DSC_0716-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561494940358325330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5mLqQwtFI/AAAAAAAAGYA/W7CG6l4wHJw/s400/DSC_0716-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out our adorable nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5l_nbu4KI/AAAAAAAAGX4/YjNdQ81oj1M/s1600/DSC_0762-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561494733440606370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5l_nbu4KI/AAAAAAAAGX4/YjNdQ81oj1M/s400/DSC_0762-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the few pictures that came out clear and everyone looking at the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5k52QvOGI/AAAAAAAAGXw/UGHHQFdvBkg/s1600/DSC_0799-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561493534830180450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5k52QvOGI/AAAAAAAAGXw/UGHHQFdvBkg/s400/DSC_0799-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason's brothers in this picture just crack me up.  Boys never really grow up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5kohHTYmI/AAAAAAAAGXo/ZD1vhRvegzE/s1600/DSC_0826-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561493237095686754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5kohHTYmI/AAAAAAAAGXo/ZD1vhRvegzE/s400/DSC_0826-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandparents with the grandbabies.  cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5kZgiTKzI/AAAAAAAAGXg/_L6VH3W5M48/s1600/DSC_0837-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561492979242445618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TS5kZgiTKzI/AAAAAAAAGXg/_L6VH3W5M48/s400/DSC_0837-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend from San Fransico was in town for the holidays and I was luckily enough to get to see her and her adorable one year old baby boy.  I miss them tons.  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He does this often when we are trying to take his picture. It's him trying not to smile. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKSgR972-I/AAAAAAAAGVk/0TQ5BJK3kOg/s1600/DSC_0137-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549158774150519778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKSgR972-I/AAAAAAAAGVk/0TQ5BJK3kOg/s400/DSC_0137-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close your eyes! We have the boys do this when we have a surprise for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKR5TJtdLI/AAAAAAAAGVc/atmjA2SvRN0/s1600/DSC_0174-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549158104453444786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKR5TJtdLI/AAAAAAAAGVc/atmjA2SvRN0/s400/DSC_0174-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are playing with their new trains. It's so sweet that Zach wants to play with Jase and copies him but Jase is so clueless as to the sweetness and sometimes takes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRs5HY9pI/AAAAAAAAGVU/FLnzzs9v1TI/s1600/DSC_0187-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549157891305961106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRs5HY9pI/AAAAAAAAGVU/FLnzzs9v1TI/s400/DSC_0187-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Zach has had this skin virus for several months now. It has really spread like wild fire the last month and a half since we have moved. It's called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Molluscum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Contagiosum&lt;/span&gt; and would you believe there isn't anything you can do and you just have to wait for it to go away. Well the real kicker is that it can take a couple of years to go away! Outrageous. Luckily it doesn't hurt him too bad. I mostly put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neosporin&lt;/span&gt; on it to moisture it and prevent infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRa1upMWI/AAAAAAAAGVM/DuXwGe0ZF4E/s1600/DSC_0203-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549157581159215458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRa1upMWI/AAAAAAAAGVM/DuXwGe0ZF4E/s400/DSC_0203-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One morning I came down to find my nativity scene tampered with. It's up on the fireplace mantel so I couldn't imagine Jase reaching up there to place the toys there. So I quickly took a picture and then asked Jase if he had done it. Well he said yes but I wasn't sure he really did it. So when Jason came home I showed him the pictures and he laughed because he had done it!! Poor Jase almost got in trouble for messing with my special nativity scene because his daddy is silly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRQDHUtBI/AAAAAAAAGVE/F34FK-nH93U/s1600/DSC_0222-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549157395773830162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRQDHUtBI/AAAAAAAAGVE/F34FK-nH93U/s400/DSC_0222-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We built our first fire and the boys loved it. Zach was real nervous and kept looking back at the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRAStI9JI/AAAAAAAAGU8/G8UDNwKbPec/s1600/DSC_0235-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549157125081068690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKRAStI9JI/AAAAAAAAGU8/G8UDNwKbPec/s400/DSC_0235-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't remember what Jason was having them say but I thought their mouths were really cute. Just ignore the food all over their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKQ17be5SI/AAAAAAAAGU0/m81Nve0M5gs/s1600/DSC_0288-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549156947034301730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKQ17be5SI/AAAAAAAAGU0/m81Nve0M5gs/s400/DSC_0288-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this. Little boys acting like big boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKQk6QN7WI/AAAAAAAAGUs/J2JCNgOk3Y4/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549156654660840802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKQk6QN7WI/AAAAAAAAGUs/J2JCNgOk3Y4/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roasting marshmallows with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt; Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKQLouXSdI/AAAAAAAAGUk/iIIjHmCeDlw/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549156220458715602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKQLouXSdI/AAAAAAAAGUk/iIIjHmCeDlw/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Impromptu&lt;/span&gt; photo of us. Me in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and no one looking at the camera at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPwAGsVxI/AAAAAAAAGUc/P49Bd-h9BSY/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549155745698436882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPwAGsVxI/AAAAAAAAGUc/P49Bd-h9BSY/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a pirate party for Jase's 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Good food and great company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPV00DNDI/AAAAAAAAGUU/8kS6Gbs3wJc/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549155295990854706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPV00DNDI/AAAAAAAAGUU/8kS6Gbs3wJc/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPJZ-TY3I/AAAAAAAAGUM/ZDleZTbT09E/s1600/DSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549155082627670898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPJZ-TY3I/AAAAAAAAGUM/ZDleZTbT09E/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some wine for the parents to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPAJZPowI/AAAAAAAAGUE/o6ZSwshnNVw/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549154923558445826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKPAJZPowI/AAAAAAAAGUE/o6ZSwshnNVw/s400/DSC_0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had some cupcakes. I had my sister decorate a X on them to mark the spot of the buried treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKNuiOCcrI/AAAAAAAAGT8/Dj6W5CktcmM/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549153521473057458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKNuiOCcrI/AAAAAAAAGT8/Dj6W5CktcmM/s400/DSC_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the pirate birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKK6iM4oFI/AAAAAAAAGT0/2TP6qZ1Cxz0/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549150429091766354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKK6iM4oFI/AAAAAAAAGT0/2TP6qZ1Cxz0/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friend Meaghan brought her baby and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; wanted to see her. Check out Zach's face. He just stared and stared at her. You see how he has his hands. Well he does this all the time when he is waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKKmNIXgdI/AAAAAAAAGTs/S56AJ9vldsQ/s1600/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549150079838290386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKKmNIXgdI/AAAAAAAAGTs/S56AJ9vldsQ/s400/DSC_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bowen being a good sport and wearing some pirate gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKKM2EX5aI/AAAAAAAAGTk/pQWIzuAxvRg/s1600/DSC_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549149644150793634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKKM2EX5aI/AAAAAAAAGTk/pQWIzuAxvRg/s400/DSC_0558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday boy checking out his new glow in the dark Thomas train track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJydC2JgI/AAAAAAAAGTc/lyGCa59g1Q4/s1600/DSC_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549149190756902402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJydC2JgI/AAAAAAAAGTc/lyGCa59g1Q4/s400/DSC_0591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJYhfaWPI/AAAAAAAAGTU/D1CT6XqqM94/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549148745273858290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJYhfaWPI/AAAAAAAAGTU/D1CT6XqqM94/s400/DSC_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't my little scent diffuser cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJK8BeuWI/AAAAAAAAGTM/cS8i86pB1Ns/s1600/DSC_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549148511877904738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJK8BeuWI/AAAAAAAAGTM/cS8i86pB1Ns/s400/DSC_0626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to see Santa and the boys did great. Zach was a little nervous but once on the lap he did great. Here is Jase is pulling Zach back from walking too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJEPB_FKI/AAAAAAAAGTE/ozyrYKsFn0w/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549148396721214626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKJEPB_FKI/AAAAAAAAGTE/ozyrYKsFn0w/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is dying to get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKI0Oe2ffI/AAAAAAAAGS8/Z6FBN2VasGQ/s1600/DSC_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549148121695944178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKI0Oe2ffI/AAAAAAAAGS8/Z6FBN2VasGQ/s400/DSC_0650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Jase looking down at Santa's hand. What is he up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKIqR7t_aI/AAAAAAAAGS0/atbfALBy4gU/s1600/DSC_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549147950823636386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKIqR7t_aI/AAAAAAAAGS0/atbfALBy4gU/s400/DSC_0653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He went in for the grab. He was in awe and was speechless. He could barely get out what he wanted for Christmas to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKIOolMcmI/AAAAAAAAGSs/SjK_8E9zl60/s1600/DSC_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549147475866841698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKIOolMcmI/AAAAAAAAGSs/SjK_8E9zl60/s400/DSC_0697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys thinking that they know what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKHcPLDZBI/AAAAAAAAGSk/95wB4QYpE-Y/s1600/DSC_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549146610052850706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKHcPLDZBI/AAAAAAAAGSk/95wB4QYpE-Y/s400/DSC_0755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach's little hand looks so cute in this picture. We were eating some lunch after meeting Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKHO99ifyI/AAAAAAAAGSc/uVOC7GmJqRE/s1600/DSC_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549146382094466850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKHO99ifyI/AAAAAAAAGSc/uVOC7GmJqRE/s400/DSC_0761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKGZLGPL-I/AAAAAAAAGSU/GAsXBhHZB0g/s1600/DSC_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549145457907675106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKGZLGPL-I/AAAAAAAAGSU/GAsXBhHZB0g/s400/DSC_0772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't Jase look so old in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQL4a24-k6I/AAAAAAAAGWM/3x88n3csgQ4/s1600/DSC_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549270831168656290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQL4a24-k6I/AAAAAAAAGWM/3x88n3csgQ4/s400/DSC_0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And how about these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-8984749520216218453?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8984749520216218453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=8984749520216218453&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8984749520216218453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8984749520216218453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-whos-four.html' title='Guess who&apos;s four?!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TQKSrmeB7BI/AAAAAAAAGVs/EsabBEWxa3M/s72-c/DSC_0119-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3542139172764486820</id><published>2010-11-09T21:06:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:38:19.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Boy o Boy have a lot of things happened in our lives. We packed up our house and moved to a new city four weeks ago. Jason has opened his own practice here. We are still trying to sell our other house so we are leasing a house for at least the next year. I love it too. It's a bit far from everyone but it's really nice inside and has a pretty kitchen. Since I am at home most of the time I wanted to have a pretty interior that I was going to have to look at all the time. We are only three miles from the North Georgia Outlet mall so if you love outlets then Come On!! We are getting settled in just fine. Here are some pictures from our other house and some taken in the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN33fEbk5SI/AAAAAAAAGRU/qeUcRhIlq6U/s1600/DSC_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538855229872989474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN33fEbk5SI/AAAAAAAAGRU/qeUcRhIlq6U/s400/DSC_0946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys got their haircuts right before we moved. Jase added a few years and now really gets mistaken for looking older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN3259HK0tI/AAAAAAAAGRM/5jrAXZVGdJc/s1600/DSC_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538854592253186770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN3259HK0tI/AAAAAAAAGRM/5jrAXZVGdJc/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did really good getting his hair cut. He has his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt; and all the games on it so that keeps him pretty happy while she cut his hair. He would not let her take the electric clippers to his neckline though. He has a thing for sounds bothering him, even though he's the loudest kid you'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any photos of Zach's haircut with my regular camera. They were taken with the video camera which I need to learn how to use and download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN31s2hcHeI/AAAAAAAAGRE/qSsquV8Opmk/s1600/DSC_0059-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538853267634396642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN31s2hcHeI/AAAAAAAAGRE/qSsquV8Opmk/s400/DSC_0059-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys dressed up as pirates this year. Jase kept asking to be a monster or pirate so I chose pirate since&lt;em&gt; I am not sure how that would have turned out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN31k5lx2xI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/r3eTmMecU4k/s1600/DSC_0060-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538853131018951442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN31k5lx2xI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/r3eTmMecU4k/s400/DSC_0060-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach kept his pirate patch on for most of the night. Jase couldn't see well with it on. He raced to each house ready to dig in to people's candy bowls. He kept wanting them to give him more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN31Gy1MhkI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/6Iy4Vh3DRak/s1600/DSC_0081-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538852613808490050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN31Gy1MhkI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/6Iy4Vh3DRak/s400/DSC_0081-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He stopped many kids and tried to talk to them. He is a little delayed in his communication skills so most kids just looked at him confused. He even went up to scary monsters to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoLNUl1AuI/AAAAAAAAGQs/bpWZRBEosrw/s1600/DSC_0098-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537751015299023586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoLNUl1AuI/AAAAAAAAGQs/bpWZRBEosrw/s400/DSC_0098-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are. I was going to be a witch but couldn't find a witch hat to go along with my tights and witch shoes. Jase called me "pirate mommy" and so then I was just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoK_7Y6rEI/AAAAAAAAGQk/TDjl4D1VfI8/s1600/DSC_0104-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537750785195682882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoK_7Y6rEI/AAAAAAAAGQk/TDjl4D1VfI8/s400/DSC_0104-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach had a great time and they both talk about trick or treating still. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaargh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoK0Pj9QlI/AAAAAAAAGQc/BUEICh04yVc/s1600/DSC_0105-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537750584452268626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoK0Pj9QlI/AAAAAAAAGQc/BUEICh04yVc/s400/DSC_0105-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the candy journey on the way back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoKXuqM-KI/AAAAAAAAGQU/vu_coIlSDoo/s1600/DSC_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537750094583756962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoKXuqM-KI/AAAAAAAAGQU/vu_coIlSDoo/s400/DSC_1013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we moved here we had Jason's parents come and help us. Here is Grammy with the boys playing with pink bath foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoJMM9SPaI/AAAAAAAAGQM/ZVS8pdwfTI8/s1600/DSC_0027-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537748797046799778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoJMM9SPaI/AAAAAAAAGQM/ZVS8pdwfTI8/s400/DSC_0027-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The neighborhood we live in is a neighborhood that didn't get finished so there are a lot of empty lots with overgrown weeds. Fun area for the boys to play in and get dirty and pick up strange plant life attached to their clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIunwqCII/AAAAAAAAGQE/-dotx5o142o/s1600/DSC_0031-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537748288845514882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIunwqCII/AAAAAAAAGQE/-dotx5o142o/s400/DSC_0031-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good times with all of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thomas'&lt;/span&gt; train friends in the grass and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIiLSabDI/AAAAAAAAGP8/a7HF7Sv-dI8/s1600/DSC_0033-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537748075044039730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIiLSabDI/AAAAAAAAGP8/a7HF7Sv-dI8/s400/DSC_0033-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is really starting to talk now and most of it is understandable. Many things are only understandable to us because it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; but doesn't really sound they way they should. He is still addicted to his pacifier on a daily basis. Which is so annoying to me but what can you do when being at home with them 24/7 you just do what you can to mentally survive. We are in the process of getting Jase into school here with the public school system and then hopefully I can join a gym and Zach will like going into the childcare room. We will put him in a preschool when our financial situation becomes more stable. Opening your own practice is tricky business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIX51RSCI/AAAAAAAAGP0/nYSbMjXSTMA/s1600/DSC_0035-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537747898559711266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIX51RSCI/AAAAAAAAGP0/nYSbMjXSTMA/s400/DSC_0035-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys are getting along well. Jase still doesn't really know how to play together which hopefully the new schooling with help him with that. Age really makes a difference too for him. Things are improving with his outbursts and not freaking out over every little thing. So I am hopeful that within the next year Zach will grow out of his crying all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIEjjBq2I/AAAAAAAAGPs/jkkXbuGq5ow/s1600/DSC_0038-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537747566160096098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TNoIEjjBq2I/AAAAAAAAGPs/jkkXbuGq5ow/s400/DSC_0038-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hopefully my next post won't take two months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-3542139172764486820?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3542139172764486820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=3542139172764486820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3542139172764486820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3542139172764486820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TN33fEbk5SI/AAAAAAAAGRU/qeUcRhIlq6U/s72-c/DSC_0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5163855266990319843</id><published>2010-11-02T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:02:42.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach turned TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLHTMWj7WAI/AAAAAAAAGO8/heSPJ0TcErE/s1600/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526430426928470018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLHTMWj7WAI/AAAAAAAAGO8/heSPJ0TcErE/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just loved the way Jase's hair looked in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE1lee6MFI/AAAAAAAAGOs/vq5MfVlFins/s1600/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526257135714447442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE1lee6MFI/AAAAAAAAGOs/vq5MfVlFins/s400/DSC_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was raining and no lightning or thunder so I let the boys play in the rain. They had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE1UXkp4lI/AAAAAAAAGOk/dNjjPxvSxPU/s1600/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526256841801720402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE1UXkp4lI/AAAAAAAAGOk/dNjjPxvSxPU/s400/DSC_0433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a super happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE1GfIRx6I/AAAAAAAAGOc/MvxuXPK44H4/s1600/DSC_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526256603312015266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE1GfIRx6I/AAAAAAAAGOc/MvxuXPK44H4/s400/DSC_0437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I will continue to dress them identical as long as I can then I will just coordinate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE03GctgHI/AAAAAAAAGOU/9sOAEeH1XoA/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526256338988793970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE03GctgHI/AAAAAAAAGOU/9sOAEeH1XoA/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew rain could be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE0dWJjgmI/AAAAAAAAGOM/6b-q7Zk2i28/s1600/DSC_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526255896526815842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLE0dWJjgmI/AAAAAAAAGOM/6b-q7Zk2i28/s400/DSC_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One evening I had to bathe the kids and get them ready for bed alone so we sat together watching some boob tube waiting for daddy to come home. This is a rare moment in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLEz2aoag9I/AAAAAAAAGOE/ylHtBnui450/s1600/DSC_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526255227715093458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLEz2aoag9I/AAAAAAAAGOE/ylHtBnui450/s400/DSC_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach has some cute tan feet and little toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLDHM-AZkRI/AAAAAAAAGN8/yd2OX_8Z7n8/s1600/DSC_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526135768400630034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLDHM-AZkRI/AAAAAAAAGN8/yd2OX_8Z7n8/s400/DSC_0595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach had his second birthday party. It was a small affair but went really well. My friend, Erin and her family came because her husband and Jason wanted to go hunting. Perfect timing! Here is her youngest Bowen super excited about party time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-ZqkXJmBI/AAAAAAAAGN0/LG_6mP1y7mI/s1600/DSC_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525804224401217554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-ZqkXJmBI/AAAAAAAAGN0/LG_6mP1y7mI/s400/DSC_0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday boy was really really happy. Check out that pacifier toothy smile. This was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-first haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-ZLVt0XbI/AAAAAAAAGNs/CU-_aLcn1QQ/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525803687893818802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-ZLVt0XbI/AAAAAAAAGNs/CU-_aLcn1QQ/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going in for a taste before the party starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-Y6F5HrfI/AAAAAAAAGNk/rZk98UoRoWw/s1600/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525803391588478450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-Y6F5HrfI/AAAAAAAAGNk/rZk98UoRoWw/s400/DSC_0637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His reaction to being told No. Yep, this is seen on a daily basis at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-VoxsgTeI/AAAAAAAAGNc/E4SNA3g_jD8/s1600/DSC_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525799795574197730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-VoxsgTeI/AAAAAAAAGNc/E4SNA3g_jD8/s400/DSC_0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase eyeing the chocolate dipped rice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;krispy&lt;/span&gt; treats on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-VA3i2HzI/AAAAAAAAGNU/lpbSPvJvxQE/s1600/DSC_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525799109949529906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-VA3i2HzI/AAAAAAAAGNU/lpbSPvJvxQE/s400/DSC_0698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a pin the gumball on the gumball machine game to match the gumball machine cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-Uz-TS4gI/AAAAAAAAGNM/jclQbaSC-3c/s1600/DSC_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525798888425054722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-Uz-TS4gI/AAAAAAAAGNM/jclQbaSC-3c/s400/DSC_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason cooking up some hamburgers and hot dogs for the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-TInjsURI/AAAAAAAAGNE/FpliufSNpkA/s1600/DSC_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525797044073812242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-TInjsURI/AAAAAAAAGNE/FpliufSNpkA/s400/DSC_0744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-RamJ1KEI/AAAAAAAAGM8/KDBtKAcIwcA/s1600/DSC_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525795153911294018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-RamJ1KEI/AAAAAAAAGM8/KDBtKAcIwcA/s400/DSC_0807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-RDtye4eI/AAAAAAAAGM0/r5DSR1hTdy4/s1600/DSC_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525794760823857634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-RDtye4eI/AAAAAAAAGM0/r5DSR1hTdy4/s400/DSC_0809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-PSSrrbVI/AAAAAAAAGMs/jNBYccBV_NY/s1600/DSC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525792812222344530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-PSSrrbVI/AAAAAAAAGMs/jNBYccBV_NY/s400/DSC_0823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really really excited to see a tractor in that package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-OYj_XLII/AAAAAAAAGMk/aolRsOFFinM/s1600/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525791820435893378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-OYj_XLII/AAAAAAAAGMk/aolRsOFFinM/s400/DSC_0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love old school toys being cool again. I had to buy this smurf mobile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-Mni79MRI/AAAAAAAAGMc/BmtIwiUfV-s/s1600/DSC_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525789878827954450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK-Mni79MRI/AAAAAAAAGMc/BmtIwiUfV-s/s400/DSC_0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's that face again, really annoyed with his brother for trying to take away a toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK9_mzrjI4I/AAAAAAAAGMU/_z7Ob5__jrk/s1600/DSC_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525775572491510658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK9_mzrjI4I/AAAAAAAAGMU/_z7Ob5__jrk/s400/DSC_0904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Dee's husband and son Corbin. Isn't he cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK98JddIfWI/AAAAAAAAGMM/iFSfRKub-9U/s1600/DSC_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525771769774374242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK98JddIfWI/AAAAAAAAGMM/iFSfRKub-9U/s400/DSC_0907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase checking out the new gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK97qJnDJDI/AAAAAAAAGME/o8HuID70Uuc/s1600/DSC_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525771231871312946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK97qJnDJDI/AAAAAAAAGME/o8HuID70Uuc/s400/DSC_0912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach and Bowen really like each other. It's so funny to see them together. Good thing Bowen is so patient and knows how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK97UB_CpeI/AAAAAAAAGL8/yJvOBEdMmmA/s1600/DSC_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525770851867338210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TK97UB_CpeI/AAAAAAAAGL8/yJvOBEdMmmA/s400/DSC_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great birthday party to end Zach's second year. Thanks everyone for making it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5163855266990319843?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5163855266990319843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5163855266990319843&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5163855266990319843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5163855266990319843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/11/zach-turned-two.html' title='Zach turned TWO!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TLHTMWj7WAI/AAAAAAAAGO8/heSPJ0TcErE/s72-c/DSC_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2956366949772469722</id><published>2010-08-27T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:35:59.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clowns</title><content type='html'>I have been so slack in my updates!  Ugh, I want to do them but then I don't have enough photos or I keep putting it off.  Kind of like when you want to call a friend and the moment isn't right so then you say you will do it later and then days and days go by.  Yeah, like that.  We have had family visiting and us visiting family the last few weeks which is always so nice!  The boys are getting so big and we have had a lot of time together since they have been out of school for the summer and I did not sign them up for preschool for this school year.  I am hoping to get Jase used to the playroom at the gym and that way I can take them there and get my workout in while saving money on preschool, at least for the time being.  I really love them in preschool and they love going so it will be great when we can get them back in.  Jase is not potty-trained so he is not able to enter a 3 year old class without being potty trained and out of pull-ups at many schools!  Yikes.  Too stressful so we are taking it easy and he is doing well and will pee and poop on the potty but won't do it if I have him in a pull-up or underwear.  Once something covers his privates then he feels like he can go in them.  So it will take a little longer than I would have wished but I am okay with it because once he's fully ready it will be easy for him.  I am just happy that he doesn't freak when I put him on the potty and will actually use it.  He even lets me put pull-ups on him and underwear over them which before he would LOSE his mind if I tried to put either on him.  This is big gains for him.  Zach cheers him on and will sit on the potty and pretend to go to the bathroom but then ask to be taken off within seconds of being put on.  No rush though, he may be my last baby.  These two guys may be all that Jason and I can handle!!  It's no joke. They both give us a run for our money.  They do give us a break though when it's time to go to bed and when they wake up.  They don't complain at all and in the mornings they wait till we get them and it can be up to a couple hours after they have woken up.  Many times we don't even know when they wake up because they are so quiet.  During the day it's a different story but I am thankful that they are able to have fits and freak out because I know it could be a situation where I would wish for my child to just be able to express himself and hug me.  So enough of that let's see some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a free sample of &lt;a href="http://www.gogojuice.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GoGo&lt;/span&gt; Juice &lt;/a&gt;and I could not believe the size of the bottle they sent. And you mix it with water which means it provides a lot of juice. The bottle is 32 fl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ozs&lt;/span&gt;! Go sign up for your free bottle while the offer is still available. Totally natural with no added junk! WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgP2h70S-I/AAAAAAAAGCI/wz7O7gPn29A/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510171573584415714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgP2h70S-I/AAAAAAAAGCI/wz7O7gPn29A/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason's parents and niece and nephew came to stay with us for several days.  It was fun and they did lots of swimming.  Speaking swimming, Jase is really good at it.  We have a shallow end in our pool so he is able to stand and have his head out of water.  But he can jump off the diving board and swim all the way to the other end of the pool all by himself!  He even taught himself on how to get things off the bottom of the pool in the shallow end.  Is this crazy, or what?!  The guy is a fish.  And Zach loves the water now too.  Well, the water at the steps!  He loves to stick his face under and jump up and down and blow bubbles.  I need to get videos of this and post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgPU4ttgJI/AAAAAAAAGCA/e7we025w6SI/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510170995583713426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgPU4ttgJI/AAAAAAAAGCA/e7we025w6SI/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach saying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PeekaBoo&lt;/span&gt; all on his own in the middle of breakfast.  It was really too funny for him to do that.  He is a character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgN7_YOl2I/AAAAAAAAGB4/W_kDYeN6XDo/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510169468364298082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgN7_YOl2I/AAAAAAAAGB4/W_kDYeN6XDo/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy needed his bangs trimmed so bad but he would not let me.  So my mother-in-law and father-in-law helped me get them cut.  Next will be his hair but not by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgMggC2BTI/AAAAAAAAGBw/1aotv-FClhE/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510167896585012530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgMggC2BTI/AAAAAAAAGBw/1aotv-FClhE/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fresh cut bangs!  They were playing with play-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; that I made with gluten free flour and natural food dye.  The love it but it gets kind of sticky after a few minutes of their warm hands modeling it.  Not sure how to fix that!  Maybe more of the flour??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgL_6iaRzI/AAAAAAAAGBo/RvbryjgABok/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510167336761050930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgL_6iaRzI/AAAAAAAAGBo/RvbryjgABok/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinosaur in the dough!  and I cut straws and Jase said they were birthday candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgLJtt4nUI/AAAAAAAAGBg/k2Sf37dDW30/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510166405606579522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgLJtt4nUI/AAAAAAAAGBg/k2Sf37dDW30/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jase smiling for the camera.  He couldn't get his eyes off of Thomas and the dough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgKWFgqt4I/AAAAAAAAGBY/GcAKKGOvapQ/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510165518640396162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgKWFgqt4I/AAAAAAAAGBY/GcAKKGOvapQ/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adventures in Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgKHa1jpRI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/x1J4H9-4Ppc/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510165266667119890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgKHa1jpRI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/x1J4H9-4Ppc/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were headed to Atlanta when it started raining.  Once we passed the rain there was a rainbow behind us.  As I was admiring it I noticed there was a second one to the right of it!  So pretty.  I haven't seen a rainbow in a long time.  I spend a lot of time indoors with these two clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgJoy_yg9I/AAAAAAAAGBI/TFNNHqskiRg/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510164740576543698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgJoy_yg9I/AAAAAAAAGBI/TFNNHqskiRg/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach with my dad and checking out a picture of himself on my dad's phone.  The expression was too adorable not to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgJcB4PAEI/AAAAAAAAGBA/pE0YrKmngAw/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510164521233088578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgJcB4PAEI/AAAAAAAAGBA/pE0YrKmngAw/s400/DSC_0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister came to stay with us for a few days.  The boys love it when she comes because she does fun things like chase them around the house and she jumps in the pool with Jase.  I am not too much fun in the pool since I have to be lifeguard as well and I don't like to get my hair wet.  I may have sensory processing issues.  Jase and Zach were helping Maria with the foot pedal to the sewing machine.  Look at his foot!!  I didn't get a photo of Zach doing it but he even used both of his feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgIq6TvD0I/AAAAAAAAGA4/YH7aWU590io/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510163677387362114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgIq6TvD0I/AAAAAAAAGA4/YH7aWU590io/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgId3TQ8VI/AAAAAAAAGAw/GZIC_OYbd3M/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510163453241782610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgId3TQ8VI/AAAAAAAAGAw/GZIC_OYbd3M/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother ordered Jase a subscription to Thomas magazine.  It comes every couple of months and we received his last issue this week.  He LOVES it!  It's a bit pricey but it's something fun for him to get in the mail.  We may need to get his subscription updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgITJ8hbMI/AAAAAAAAGAo/jRmSNPWw0rs/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510163269268106434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgITJ8hbMI/AAAAAAAAGAo/jRmSNPWw0rs/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is checking out the stories and ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two videos are mostly of Zach.  He is trying his hardest to talk but it mostly doesn't sound like it should.  He gets easily frustrated and it's demonstrated in these to videos.  At one point in the second video he spits the food out of his mouth he's so irritated with me.  He is something else and I will leave it at that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBfb2araM_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBfb2araM_0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76lVrIG3Xuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76lVrIG3Xuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-2956366949772469722?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2956366949772469722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=2956366949772469722&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2956366949772469722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2956366949772469722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/08/clowns.html' title='clowns'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/THgP2h70S-I/AAAAAAAAGCI/wz7O7gPn29A/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-435057334108320209</id><published>2010-08-02T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:30:28.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Birthdays and crafts...oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYqOCfnCI/AAAAAAAAGAM/KXbZWJX6kLM/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500892583458479138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYqOCfnCI/AAAAAAAAGAM/KXbZWJX6kLM/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple weeks ago, Jason's brother and our sister-in-law came to visit us to show off their new baby. We had a great time with them. The boys were so good with baby Brian. Jase touched him so gently with the back of his hand and did gentle tickles on his belly with one finger. It was really sweet. Zach pointed a bunch and tried touching the baby but he made me a little nervous. It is weird to think that Zach is the age that Jase was when Zach was born. I think of Zach being a baby and back then Jase seemed like such a big boy to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYhvepIqI/AAAAAAAAGAE/gCd7-NQHX7c/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500892437816091298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYhvepIqI/AAAAAAAAGAE/gCd7-NQHX7c/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They thought he was neat stuff. We haven't had a baby this size around them. It made me miss that bitty baby stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYb7rNdFI/AAAAAAAAF_8/uPOantJWF1Y/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500892338010813522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYb7rNdFI/AAAAAAAAF_8/uPOantJWF1Y/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How does eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich get to be so messy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYQ1NhfGI/AAAAAAAAF_0/OlMUyWSYfYc/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500892147297123426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYQ1NhfGI/AAAAAAAAF_0/OlMUyWSYfYc/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mackanoly&lt;/span&gt;...the TONGUE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYDNYGjjI/AAAAAAAAF_s/6tS3OjLEE3s/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500891913265778226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYDNYGjjI/AAAAAAAAF_s/6tS3OjLEE3s/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serious business just eating the jelly and peanut butter but no bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcX1wuEggI/AAAAAAAAF_k/mc_5xwEOmiI/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500891682234991106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcX1wuEggI/AAAAAAAAF_k/mc_5xwEOmiI/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys posing with their adorable cousin. Jase was really loving on him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcXua31eZI/AAAAAAAAF_c/IwBvmpBXJyw/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500891556111284626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcXua31eZI/AAAAAAAAF_c/IwBvmpBXJyw/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Jase admiring his baby cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcXH_g1t1I/AAAAAAAAF_U/wWO4ONZq4E4/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500890895932045138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcXH_g1t1I/AAAAAAAAF_U/wWO4ONZq4E4/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uh-oh baby is starting to cry. Zach is checking it out and Jase's response cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcWqu2o32I/AAAAAAAAF_M/GzYVpVC-ZAY/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500890393243869026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcWqu2o32I/AAAAAAAAF_M/GzYVpVC-ZAY/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated Jason and my birthday last week. Here is the cake I did for Jason's birthday that the boys could enjoy. It is a gluten free and dairy free &lt;a href="http://www.amys.com/products/category_view.php?prod_category=11#"&gt;birthday cake&lt;/a&gt;. It was actually really good. It is found in the specialty food freezer section. You let it thaw for a couple of hours in the refrigerator. I used marshmallow puff creme as frosting which is only visually appealing for a short amount of time. The &lt;a href="http://www.food4celiacs.com/ShopOnline/LD/160.html"&gt;sprinkles&lt;/a&gt; are naturally colored with fruit and veggie colorings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcWW7rFYmI/AAAAAAAAF_E/7z2SLEajLIk/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500890053087683170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcWW7rFYmI/AAAAAAAAF_E/7z2SLEajLIk/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gluten free and dairy free pancakes. Jase loved them. Check out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thomas's&lt;/span&gt; head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get weekly-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; emails from this &lt;a href="http://www.kidscraftweekly.com/"&gt;fellow mom blogger&lt;/a&gt; with crafty ideas. In the latest email she had this idea to use clear contact paper and little pieces of this and that to make a wonderful piece of art. Needless to say they loved it and so did I!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcUwQAUc3I/AAAAAAAAF-8/EzamocWr_sQ/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500888289018934130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcUwQAUc3I/AAAAAAAAF-8/EzamocWr_sQ/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcUmP_h7iI/AAAAAAAAF-0/xfcow-hplRQ/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500888117216931362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcUmP_h7iI/AAAAAAAAF-0/xfcow-hplRQ/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase was very intent on the precision of each piece he placed on his sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcTa0APEeI/AAAAAAAAF-s/pnlV8DSZYTk/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500886821213508066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcTa0APEeI/AAAAAAAAF-s/pnlV8DSZYTk/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcSxSqSp-I/AAAAAAAAF-k/PMAhJpn4qbk/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500886107888461794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcSxSqSp-I/AAAAAAAAF-k/PMAhJpn4qbk/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach's masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcSOLob3FI/AAAAAAAAF-c/NSxYRhCW82U/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500885504706206802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcSOLob3FI/AAAAAAAAF-c/NSxYRhCW82U/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase's masterpiece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-435057334108320209?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/435057334108320209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=435057334108320209&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/435057334108320209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/435057334108320209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby.html' title='Baby, Birthdays and crafts...oh my!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TFcYqOCfnCI/AAAAAAAAGAM/KXbZWJX6kLM/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-4313625567105052779</id><published>2010-07-12T15:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:45:37.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week at the Beach</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we went to the beach.  It's the annual family trip.  My family now goes and it makes for a really big group.  There were 20 of us!!  We had a great time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtlITc4qBI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/GgU8nkHrS_Q/s1600/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095363843237906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtlITc4qBI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/GgU8nkHrS_Q/s400/DSC_0677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken right when we got to the beach.  The camera fogged up because it was too cool compared to the warm, moist beach air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtk89F82-I/AAAAAAAAF9Q/nMXYc882DaA/s1600/DSC_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095168862903266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtk89F82-I/AAAAAAAAF9Q/nMXYc882DaA/s400/DSC_0681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year Jase didn't constantly want to run into the ocean which was really really nice.  He did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of imagination play with Thomas.  We didn't get pictures of the kids on the beach which is a bummer.  I may get my dad to send me some and Jason's uncle and then post some more again later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtkEzYKDLI/AAAAAAAAF9I/8JF4atsAwis/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094204182236338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtkEzYKDLI/AAAAAAAAF9I/8JF4atsAwis/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cute family shot of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtiNyTpgJI/AAAAAAAAF9A/1_9_GyCQMBA/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493092159490457746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtiNyTpgJI/AAAAAAAAF9A/1_9_GyCQMBA/s400/DSC_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break!  Jase likes to hold Zach's hand and guide him on where to go.  When we are at home he will go upstairs and get Zach and patiently walks him down the stairs holding hands.  So adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDthk-zRlpI/AAAAAAAAF84/uAwKyTZaE3U/s1600/DSC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493091458469697170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDthk-zRlpI/AAAAAAAAF84/uAwKyTZaE3U/s400/DSC_0722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys working real hard on some huge lollipops.   They ate the entire things in like ten minutes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDthQBLlyyI/AAAAAAAAF8w/mB3eJxWz7EU/s1600/DSC_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493091098331302690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDthQBLlyyI/AAAAAAAAF8w/mB3eJxWz7EU/s400/DSC_0778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our niece, Bailey.  I thought she looked so cute in this picture I just had to post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgrShTg5I/AAAAAAAAF8o/LS9JG1c3UUM/s1600/DSC_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493090467330622354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgrShTg5I/AAAAAAAAF8o/LS9JG1c3UUM/s400/DSC_0853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a trip to the local aquarium and the boys loved looking at all the creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgiTQG4KI/AAAAAAAAF8g/T1vDU8Gi9jg/s1600/DSC_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493090312908103842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgiTQG4KI/AAAAAAAAF8g/T1vDU8Gi9jg/s400/DSC_0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach checking out the sting rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgbd2tbHI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/d9wE8d5307U/s1600/DSC_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493090195495283826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgbd2tbHI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/d9wE8d5307U/s400/DSC_0864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elektra&lt;/span&gt; busting a move.  He loves it when kids pay attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgGnxGGuI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/cpcDtopgMVk/s1600/DSC_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493089837378837218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtgGnxGGuI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/cpcDtopgMVk/s400/DSC_0889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shot is so strange.  The fish and I are making the same expressions into the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtf0X6YbOI/AAAAAAAAF8I/kONJ4SbT358/s1600/DSC_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493089523885173986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtf0X6YbOI/AAAAAAAAF8I/kONJ4SbT358/s400/DSC_0891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach and I checking out this crab sifting through the sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDte9mcTxyI/AAAAAAAAF8A/XbQDaOGDiYw/s1600/DSC_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493088582892767010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDte9mcTxyI/AAAAAAAAF8A/XbQDaOGDiYw/s400/DSC_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us minus Jason's cousin, Robby, who could only stay a couple of days.  You wouldn't believe how many pictures we took and only a handful of them had almost everyone looking at the camera.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDteLHucbpI/AAAAAAAAF74/Bq_IA4erygU/s1600/CSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087715653873298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDteLHucbpI/AAAAAAAAF74/Bq_IA4erygU/s400/CSC_0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another super cute family shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-4313625567105052779?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4313625567105052779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=4313625567105052779&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4313625567105052779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4313625567105052779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-at-beach.html' title='Week at the Beach'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TDtlITc4qBI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/GgU8nkHrS_Q/s72-c/DSC_0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3604705216967577857</id><published>2010-06-22T18:56:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:42:04.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lovely locks are gone!</title><content type='html'>Well there they are.  The two ponytails that hold Jase's 3 1/2 years of curls.  He did really good.  When we first got there he was a little nervous.  They wanted to wash his hair to get it all wet and conditioned it so that it would be easier to cut.  This made Jase really upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFHh7Yuj2I/AAAAAAAAF7c/nI-3kKr4a-E/s1600/DSC_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485744469316636514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFHh7Yuj2I/AAAAAAAAF7c/nI-3kKr4a-E/s400/DSC_0666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I measure the hair to make sure it's not ten inches I will be mailing it to Pantene for them to make a wig for a woman who has lost her hair due to cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFERIyaCSI/AAAAAAAAF7U/BU9HGPWi8Is/s1600/DSC_0475-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485740882321344802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFERIyaCSI/AAAAAAAAF7U/BU9HGPWi8Is/s400/DSC_0475-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase did not like getting his hair shampooed one single bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFECT7jc4I/AAAAAAAAF7M/d1U7EZ2GlF0/s1600/DSC_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485740627614462850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFECT7jc4I/AAAAAAAAF7M/d1U7EZ2GlF0/s400/DSC_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase was just watching with a look of concern on his face but didn't make a peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFD8nySZgI/AAAAAAAAF7E/vfLzriM2i84/s1600/DSC_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485740529865090562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFD8nySZgI/AAAAAAAAF7E/vfLzriM2i84/s400/DSC_0483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to comfort Jase which only helped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFDs3X9Y8I/AAAAAAAAF68/ywnTyixx36Q/s1600/DSC_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485740259171722178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFDs3X9Y8I/AAAAAAAAF68/ywnTyixx36Q/s400/DSC_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Help save me" and "I didn't know what to do"  is what he kept repeating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFDh69YgUI/AAAAAAAAF60/N0O1ttzmcv0/s1600/DSC_0502-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485740071155433794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFDh69YgUI/AAAAAAAAF60/N0O1ttzmcv0/s400/DSC_0502-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once he was out of that chair he was good.  Still a little nervous till I gave him his new Berenstain Bears book and a piece of gum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFDOv7k0TI/AAAAAAAAF6s/DqUgdasMqd0/s1600/DSC_0520-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485739741777547570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFDOv7k0TI/AAAAAAAAF6s/DqUgdasMqd0/s400/DSC_0520-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first ponytail being chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFC-1KXW1I/AAAAAAAAF6k/cK6_XRvBfUg/s1600/DSC_0525-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485739468303850322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFC-1KXW1I/AAAAAAAAF6k/cK6_XRvBfUg/s400/DSC_0525-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFCum8uDdI/AAAAAAAAF6c/JyznUzNW9gQ/s1600/DSC_0536-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485739189610614226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFCum8uDdI/AAAAAAAAF6c/JyznUzNW9gQ/s400/DSC_0536-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the second one!  I was too anxious about Jase freaking out that I didn't get a chance to be sad.  It really was a relief to see the long hair cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFChDkjPrI/AAAAAAAAF6U/K27p2dKSeUg/s1600/DSC_0559-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738956775702194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFChDkjPrI/AAAAAAAAF6U/K27p2dKSeUg/s400/DSC_0559-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach stood watching like a good patient boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFCQG_t3dI/AAAAAAAAF6M/j0CVxbwTU7M/s1600/DSC_0571-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738665637174738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFCQG_t3dI/AAAAAAAAF6M/j0CVxbwTU7M/s400/DSC_0571-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was tempted to tell him to leave it like this.  maybe I will grow it out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFCHLwHNRI/AAAAAAAAF6E/igHBh67jjMY/s1600/DSC_0576-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738512295081234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFCHLwHNRI/AAAAAAAAF6E/igHBh67jjMY/s400/DSC_0576-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking in the mirror and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFB6i-IIGI/AAAAAAAAF58/obcCJRkWyIk/s1600/DSC_0604-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738295189577826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFB6i-IIGI/AAAAAAAAF58/obcCJRkWyIk/s400/DSC_0604-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excited and nervous.  Too freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFBtbdUnrI/AAAAAAAAF50/pPtbY9uiBQM/s1600/DSC_0624-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738069834636978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFBtbdUnrI/AAAAAAAAF50/pPtbY9uiBQM/s400/DSC_0624-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was really excited afterwards and was giving away some good hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFBHnjhz3I/AAAAAAAAF5s/vN4bibuNMTk/s1600/DSC_0652-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485737420246863730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFBHnjhz3I/AAAAAAAAF5s/vN4bibuNMTk/s400/DSC_0652-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a little shaggy so I am either going to let it grow out a bit or cut it shorter.  I am going to buy some gel for it so I can see if I can style it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCE_s9oFwcI/AAAAAAAAF5k/1D9Q1KHXtVQ/s1600/DSC_0654-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485735862803481026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCE_s9oFwcI/AAAAAAAAF5k/1D9Q1KHXtVQ/s400/DSC_0654-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Job Jase!!!!  Holy cow!  As if he didn't already look older than his age.  Now he looks six!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-3604705216967577857?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3604705216967577857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=3604705216967577857&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3604705216967577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3604705216967577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-locks-are-gone.html' title='The lovely locks are gone!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TCFHh7Yuj2I/AAAAAAAAF7c/nI-3kKr4a-E/s72-c/DSC_0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-8957965380263753674</id><published>2010-06-17T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:04:44.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No haircut today</title><content type='html'>No haircut today. We showed up for our appointment and they were closed :(  I called today and They said that it's next week.  Whatever!!  Sooooooo a hair cut will be in place next Tuesday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-8957965380263753674?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8957965380263753674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=8957965380263753674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8957965380263753674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8957965380263753674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-haircut-today-we-showed.html' title='No haircut today'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-1641947159767076950</id><published>2010-06-14T21:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:43:06.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it!</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago Jase finished his 2 year old preschool year. They had a ceremony for all the different ages in the school. Jase's class only had to stand in the front and sing. We were super nervous and thought for sure that he was going to lose his mind and cry and scream being in front of all these people. The teacher had told me that he was very nervous when they had rehearsals and that he pretty much cried with his head behind the railing and saying "no no no". So we waited patiently and he came in just fine and was a little scared looking but he did not cry and mostly hid behind his book. I had given the teacher some gum to give him if he got too upset but I "bribed" him and told him that he was going to get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; if he stayed up there with his class and didn't cry. Well it worked! He did hide behind his book but he stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbed2eag0I/AAAAAAAAF5M/c1IZeKsriy8/s1600/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482814200790811458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbed2eag0I/AAAAAAAAF5M/c1IZeKsriy8/s400/DSC_0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like a deer in headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbeRRHACWI/AAAAAAAAF5E/2DQ1dGvbIuY/s1600/DSC_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482813984602065250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbeRRHACWI/AAAAAAAAF5E/2DQ1dGvbIuY/s400/DSC_0978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There he is hiding behind his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbeEwxMM2I/AAAAAAAAF48/Q85DPN263GE/s1600/DSC_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482813769762222946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbeEwxMM2I/AAAAAAAAF48/Q85DPN263GE/s400/DSC_0982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; for not crying and staying with his class. He's really into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Berenstain&lt;/span&gt; Bear books right now and I found a DVD of the shows and he was beyond thrilled. He was practically speechless. Zach was super excited too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbd32H-LgI/AAAAAAAAF40/Y3w6f0CAdZ0/s1600/DSC_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482813547861650946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbd32H-LgI/AAAAAAAAF40/Y3w6f0CAdZ0/s400/DSC_0989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my good friend, Dee's son. Corbin is in Jase's class and we do things often together. Isn't he so cute with his little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbX8LpeplI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/U8AQwZWvvKw/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482807025289045586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbX8LpeplI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/U8AQwZWvvKw/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One morning Zach woke up with the craziest hair I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbXyvWNx9I/AAAAAAAAF4I/Dgspteu7y5Y/s1600/DSC_0035-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482806863073232850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbXyvWNx9I/AAAAAAAAF4I/Dgspteu7y5Y/s400/DSC_0035-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He must have laid on his back the entire night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-1641947159767076950?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1641947159767076950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=1641947159767076950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1641947159767076950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1641947159767076950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-did-it.html' title='He did it!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbed2eag0I/AAAAAAAAF5M/c1IZeKsriy8/s72-c/DSC_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5833586472866805859</id><published>2010-06-14T14:13:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:42:52.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Virginia</title><content type='html'>For Memorial Day weekend we headed to Jason's parent's house for a quick weekend visit. We got to also see Jason's brother and his wife. She is pregnant and due in just a couple of weeks so it was really exciting to see her belly. She looked great and kind of, only a little wishing that I was pregnant. I need to get a handle on these boys I have before bringing another one along. So the weekend was great. Here are some pictures of a visit to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVmWx8-5I/AAAAAAAAF34/s_uGV7npguA/s1600/DSC_0200-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482804451297000338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVmWx8-5I/AAAAAAAAF34/s_uGV7npguA/s400/DSC_0200-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach says "come on this way guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVeEso1ZI/AAAAAAAAF3w/kYhclUxarNM/s1600/DSC_0209-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482804309003916690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVeEso1ZI/AAAAAAAAF3w/kYhclUxarNM/s400/DSC_0209-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase loves to throw anything and here he is throwing wood chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVO2YBTcI/AAAAAAAAF3o/kIgmksMeeCw/s1600/DSC_0236-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482804047461305794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVO2YBTcI/AAAAAAAAF3o/kIgmksMeeCw/s400/DSC_0236-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uh Oh there he is with a handful of more wood chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbU3SCLMPI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/VysdFTaSLlY/s1600/DSC_0248-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482803642569011442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbU3SCLMPI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/VysdFTaSLlY/s400/DSC_0248-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach having a blast with his Grammy. Jase digging in the chips with his train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbRAD02o-I/AAAAAAAAF3Q/42qwDZTW1vE/s1600/DSC_0281-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482799395327353826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbRAD02o-I/AAAAAAAAF3Q/42qwDZTW1vE/s400/DSC_0281-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing soccor with PawPaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbQj2Ih7dI/AAAAAAAAF3I/G3tdHStFEcM/s1600/DSC_0288-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482798910615449042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbQj2Ih7dI/AAAAAAAAF3I/G3tdHStFEcM/s400/DSC_0288-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach can throw about any ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZzC8BAb8I/AAAAAAAAF3A/eRMrImM2V8k/s1600/DSC_0298-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482696090677440450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZzC8BAb8I/AAAAAAAAF3A/eRMrImM2V8k/s400/DSC_0298-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he goes kicking the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZy2yXgsbI/AAAAAAAAF24/EyDbkK58d7M/s1600/DSC_0299-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695881929044402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZy2yXgsbI/AAAAAAAAF24/EyDbkK58d7M/s400/DSC_0299-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOPS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZyl0myzJI/AAAAAAAAF2w/m9lHyMhp2hQ/s1600/DSC_0320-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482695590472240274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZyl0myzJI/AAAAAAAAF2w/m9lHyMhp2hQ/s400/DSC_0320-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a hot day up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-5833586472866805859?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5833586472866805859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5833586472866805859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5833586472866805859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5833586472866805859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-virginia.html' title='Trip to Virginia'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbVmWx8-5I/AAAAAAAAF34/s_uGV7npguA/s72-c/DSC_0200-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-8672904588986116359</id><published>2010-06-14T13:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:42:43.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys being Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZxMdr9zSI/AAAAAAAAF2o/7CiPPZmL-KE/s1600/DSC_0325-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482694055311559970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZxMdr9zSI/AAAAAAAAF2o/7CiPPZmL-KE/s400/DSC_0325-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is communicating better and better. It is taking some practice and we have to constantly tell him how to say things but he is getting it. He usually says "you" for "me" and "I". He still gets quite upset at little things but we are working at trying to use words instead of screaming and freaking out. Work in progress! Jase is such an awesome swimmer. He does not use any type of floatation device in the pool. He jumps off the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diving board&lt;/span&gt; and the sides and then swims to the sides all on his own. It's amazing how well he does. It's so cute to see him put his head under the water and swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZxAv4KHxI/AAAAAAAAF2g/aggcsm9g1io/s1600/DSC_0334-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482693854036107026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZxAv4KHxI/AAAAAAAAF2g/aggcsm9g1io/s400/DSC_0334-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is a real pistol! He's just as sweet and calm as he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt;. He stays next to me when we go outside and doesn't run off like his big brother. He is saying more words and still uses signs to communicate with us. He used to not want to get any where near the pool. But he now loves getting in. He plays on the steps and hangs on the handle and swings back and forth. He even loves to put his mouth under water to blow bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZvSKeONaI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/j8quC6yGnkQ/s1600/DSC_0344-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482691954209600930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZvSKeONaI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/j8quC6yGnkQ/s400/DSC_0344-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach absolutely loves playing on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;golf cart&lt;/span&gt; any time we are in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZvGfHiW9I/AAAAAAAAF2Q/6MmCNx4dOW4/s1600/DSC_0359-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482691753593166802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZvGfHiW9I/AAAAAAAAF2Q/6MmCNx4dOW4/s400/DSC_0359-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two don't stop moving! Not even while eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZuRJ28FMI/AAAAAAAAF2I/wjR7lN5xx-E/s1600/DSC_0369-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482690837353338050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZuRJ28FMI/AAAAAAAAF2I/wjR7lN5xx-E/s400/DSC_0369-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two hawks that have made the backyard their home. I could only get one of them in a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-8672904588986116359?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8672904588986116359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=8672904588986116359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8672904588986116359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/8672904588986116359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/boys-being-boys.html' title='Boys being Boys'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZxMdr9zSI/AAAAAAAAF2o/7CiPPZmL-KE/s72-c/DSC_0325-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5296631411226590077</id><published>2010-06-14T13:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:42:33.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Locks</title><content type='html'>Jase has an appointment to get his hair cut and donated to make a wonderful wig for someone that is less fortunate. Here are a couple of pics for you to enjoy his hair. It will be a really sad day on this Thursday at 5:45pm. Sniff Sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbWuU-g7oI/AAAAAAAAF4A/8saCYKiYMM4/s1600/DSC_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482805687763398274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbWuU-g7oI/AAAAAAAAF4A/8saCYKiYMM4/s400/DSC_0865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZt98c585I/AAAAAAAAF2A/V6yXILWf2KE/s1600/DSC_0376-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482690507336971154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZt98c585I/AAAAAAAAF2A/V6yXILWf2KE/s400/DSC_0376-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will miss those curls next to that face. I hope he is okay during the haircut and afterwards. I am trying not to get to anxious and we will try not to make it a big deal and hopefully he won't be too traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZtyqhQeJI/AAAAAAAAF14/71vu521Pkpw/s1600/DSC_0389-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482690313544824978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZtyqhQeJI/AAAAAAAAF14/71vu521Pkpw/s400/DSC_0389-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5296631411226590077?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5296631411226590077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5296631411226590077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5296631411226590077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5296631411226590077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-locks.html' title='Lovely Locks'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBbWuU-g7oI/AAAAAAAAF4A/8saCYKiYMM4/s72-c/DSC_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3080731495241480479</id><published>2010-06-13T20:58:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:42:23.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZtPwNF7dI/AAAAAAAAF1w/AlveNEC6-bQ/s1600/DSC_0403-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482689713775439314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZtPwNF7dI/AAAAAAAAF1w/AlveNEC6-bQ/s400/DSC_0403-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys love to paint. It's neat to see Zach be so precise with his paint brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZs6VeRakI/AAAAAAAAF1g/VHDPDPXB0vo/s1600/DSC_0415-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482689345822485058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZs6VeRakI/AAAAAAAAF1g/VHDPDPXB0vo/s400/DSC_0415-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase goes into another world. His favorite is to scoop a little bit of paint from each color and then paint on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZr2Sj9GvI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/lkwb7uCFfFo/s1600/DSC_0434-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482688176809908978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZr2Sj9GvI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/lkwb7uCFfFo/s400/DSC_0434-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach driving Sir &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hatt&lt;/span&gt; through the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWO5OhFYZI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/ZwuaQeREysY/s1600/DSC_0435-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482445235193995666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWO5OhFYZI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/ZwuaQeREysY/s400/DSC_0435-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The curls and sweet little face that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWOicQblFI/AAAAAAAAF1I/kI41aKM0J70/s1600/DSC_0442-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482444843745252434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWOicQblFI/AAAAAAAAF1I/kI41aKM0J70/s400/DSC_0442-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWKXekRUUI/AAAAAAAAF00/zpUyF09E2D4/s1600/DSC_0446-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482440257340264770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWKXekRUUI/AAAAAAAAF00/zpUyF09E2D4/s400/DSC_0446-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a different perspective on the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWJfD_oKjI/AAAAAAAAF0s/JhpRtf7zJ8g/s1600/DSC_0451-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482439288134576690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWJfD_oKjI/AAAAAAAAF0s/JhpRtf7zJ8g/s400/DSC_0451-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like his brother and driving things through the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWI4ADtddI/AAAAAAAAF0k/qlMeRIQXYNw/s1600/DSC_0457-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482438617063060946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWI4ADtddI/AAAAAAAAF0k/qlMeRIQXYNw/s400/DSC_0457-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase saw that I was letting Zach put the toy in the paint so he joined in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWEAVfxrPI/AAAAAAAAF0c/uuJHZG4i4ck/s1600/DSC_0458-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433262698736882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBWEAVfxrPI/AAAAAAAAF0c/uuJHZG4i4ck/s400/DSC_0458-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister came to visit and while I was cooking I found them all cozy on the couch watching "Finding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBV_m1d3O7I/AAAAAAAAF0U/Gzsomahf8UI/s1600/DSC_0462-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482428426557537202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBV_m1d3O7I/AAAAAAAAF0U/Gzsomahf8UI/s400/DSC_0462-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBV_fo1g8-I/AAAAAAAAF0M/QOTnXj9wDw0/s1600/DSC_0465-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482428302907995106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBV_fo1g8-I/AAAAAAAAF0M/QOTnXj9wDw0/s400/DSC_0465-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach loves playing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing my sister has a fun toddler application for him to play with. He can't get enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-3080731495241480479?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3080731495241480479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=3080731495241480479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3080731495241480479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3080731495241480479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/06/paint.html' title='Paint!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/TBZtPwNF7dI/AAAAAAAAF1w/AlveNEC6-bQ/s72-c/DSC_0403-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-7751709782491522258</id><published>2010-05-26T14:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:12:13.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save big on Designer shopping!</title><content type='html'>I am a member to several sites that sell "designer" products for a huge percentage off of their regular prices. I have bought several things and mostly dreamed of buying things from these sites. Their are strictly children and mommy sites and then there are sites that sell women's clothes, men's and children's clothes to home goods and even for your pets. I LOVE these sites. Another plus is you can invite your friends to join and when they make a purchase you get anywhere from $10-$25 credit to spend on the site yourself. They send you email updates to when the sales start (most start at 11am each day). You can even see the sales that beforehand so you can plan ahead and be near the computer when you want a specific brand. You will see that they usually have the same sales within weeks so if you miss a sale you can cross your fingers for one of the other sites to sell the same item. So with that said. Here are links to the sites I love so go ahead and join (if you aren't already a member). Maybe one day you will own a fancy designer item for a bargain price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children and Mommy sites&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.theminisocial.com/myaccount.php?invitation=1349"&gt;the mini social &lt;/a&gt;(right now they are having $25 credit to you when you get 5 people to join and you don't even have to buy anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zulily.com/referafriend/?19640"&gt;zulily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://totsy.com/join/ceegee24"&gt;totsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ideeli.com/invite/ceegeevee1"&gt;ideeli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.billiondollarbabes.com/register/u/b1c4dcc8c3da9c73a398a8"&gt;billion dollar babes&lt;/a&gt; (sometimes they have kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women, Men, Children and Home&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gilt.com/invite/ceegee24"&gt;Gilt&lt;/a&gt; (they even have vacation deals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hautelook.com/invite/290995"&gt;Hautelook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modnique.com/invite/ceegee24@hotmail.com"&gt;Modnique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondtherack.com/member/invite/NCA60078A4C"&gt;Beyond the Rack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ruelala.com/invite/cames725"&gt;Rue La La&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rownine.com/invite/carmenames"&gt;Row nine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for the Home&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.onekingslane.com/invite/CarmenAmes"&gt;One Kings Lane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-7751709782491522258?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7751709782491522258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=7751709782491522258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7751709782491522258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7751709782491522258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/save-big-on-designer-shopping.html' title='Save big on Designer shopping!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2505866851037211280</id><published>2010-05-20T15:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:08:13.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>future cuddly big bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S_WInSAf-xI/AAAAAAAAFzc/6tzVilcxmeo/s1600/IMG00382-20100520-0939-793250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S_WInSAf-xI/AAAAAAAAFzc/6tzVilcxmeo/s320/IMG00382-20100520-0939-793250.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473431130568915730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Zach had his 18 month check-up today.  I had forgotten he needed that so we were a little over a month late.  He weighs 31 lbs and 9 ozs.  He is 34 and 3/4 inches tall!  Ginormous head too. His stats put him in the +94%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-2505866851037211280?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2505866851037211280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=2505866851037211280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2505866851037211280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2505866851037211280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-cuddly-big-bear.html' title='future cuddly big bear'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S_WInSAf-xI/AAAAAAAAFzc/6tzVilcxmeo/s72-c/IMG00382-20100520-0939-793250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5814544042289236365</id><published>2010-05-19T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:35:03.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jase Graduates his ISR refresher course</title><content type='html'>Jase did really awesome at swimming this refresher course. In these two videos it shows him swimming with his clothes on. They do this to get the kids familiar to swimming with their clothes on. Since the boys are not potty trained they are also swimming in a regular diaper which can get HUGE and HEAVY. So that makes this lesson pretty tough and tiring. Way to go Jase!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FpAYGw_yWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FpAYGw_yWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ls_tjMXZqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ls_tjMXZqQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5814544042289236365?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5814544042289236365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5814544042289236365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5814544042289236365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5814544042289236365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/jase-graduates-his-isr-refresher-course.html' title='Jase Graduates his ISR refresher course'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-6774656070385348755</id><published>2010-05-19T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:34:47.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know how to float??</title><content type='html'>Zach also finished his lessons! I forgot the camera so these videos were taken from my phone. You can see he is really good at flipping onto his back. He was having a hard time trying to flip back over to swim to the teacher because his diaper was so full and his jeans were so tight. This is how he screamed during every lesson. It's pretty pitiful but everyday for 4 1/2 weeks makes it not as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJbVAB1UML8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJbVAB1UML8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0J5A-_2g6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0J5A-_2g6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/buGlzT_tfOc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buGlzT_tfOc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69tQq87aU9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69tQq87aU9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXY9Y1bnCx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXY9Y1bnCx0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-6774656070385348755?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6774656070385348755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=6774656070385348755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/6774656070385348755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/6774656070385348755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-know-how-to-float.html' title='Do you know how to float??'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5010507285830823339</id><published>2010-04-27T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:50:05.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9eEL2FZDlI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/2aHrPYfXNI8/s1600/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464982011868941906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9eEL2FZDlI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/2aHrPYfXNI8/s400/DSC_0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a sad day here.  We had to lay our beloved, trusty Chopper to rest today.  He has been suffering unknown illness the last couple of weeks.  We will miss you more than you know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5010507285830823339?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5010507285830823339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5010507285830823339&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5010507285830823339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5010507285830823339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-boy.html' title='Good Boy'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9eEL2FZDlI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/2aHrPYfXNI8/s72-c/DSC_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2698031233780814685</id><published>2010-04-27T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:11:54.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv58yc_QI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/t9Lp9ThxDIU/s1600/DSC_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463130126849735938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv58yc_QI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/t9Lp9ThxDIU/s400/DSC_0533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new little friend in our house, Penguin the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nebulizer&lt;/span&gt;. Jase started wheezing a few weeks ago. While in the doctor's office they wanted him to have a breathing treatment done. I was so nervous that he was going to freak out and lose his mind over doing it. Well he was a little anxious but did awesome and his oxygen levels went right up after that. He was diagnosed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the beginning of &lt;/span&gt;pneumonia because of fluid in one of his lungs. After 10 days of taking some really nasty medicine (and I mean nasty!) he was all better. Zach even got sick but didn't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; but had to do the breathing treatments also. They have a pacifier adapter that blows the medicine in his nose while he sucks on the pacifier. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv5hsV1MI/AAAAAAAAFyI/R1FQ3M0YiQg/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463130119576343746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv5hsV1MI/AAAAAAAAFyI/R1FQ3M0YiQg/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase doing his breathing treatment like a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv5VO-jFI/AAAAAAAAFyA/-PTi6RTl5rY/s1600/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463130116231957586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv5VO-jFI/AAAAAAAAFyA/-PTi6RTl5rY/s400/DSC_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say hello to our "swarm of bees". These bees came one afternoon while Jason's parents were here visiting us. (yes, it's been that long since I updated the blog!!) Luckily Jason's dad saw the bees or we would have not known that they had invaded the wall of our house. Jase was none too please about the sight of all these bees. He kept say "oh no! oh no!" and boy that couldn't have been a more appropriate response. As you can see there were thousands and thousands of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv49w2dVI/AAAAAAAAFx4/FrOI-VZhNNk/s1600/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463130109931582802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv49w2dVI/AAAAAAAAFx4/FrOI-VZhNNk/s400/DSC_0546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach investigating the bee situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv4iS2imI/AAAAAAAAFxw/arRQoTYgxi4/s1600/DSC_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463130102558001762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dv4iS2imI/AAAAAAAAFxw/arRQoTYgxi4/s400/DSC_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are starting to cluster in two areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtqY_ljCI/AAAAAAAAFxo/jNX-2UlblhQ/s1600/DSC_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463127660519853090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtqY_ljCI/AAAAAAAAFxo/jNX-2UlblhQ/s400/DSC_0553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we really began to worry. So we took a look outside and found that they were squeezing into the side of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtqDRCPjI/AAAAAAAAFxg/CfNk4odFgB8/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463127654687456818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtqDRCPjI/AAAAAAAAFxg/CfNk4odFgB8/s400/DSC_0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we called in a professional to come and spray them to tell them to leave and go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtpmA9qDI/AAAAAAAAFxY/SZ9UaAR1Et0/s1600/DSC_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463127646835419186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtpmA9qDI/AAAAAAAAFxY/SZ9UaAR1Et0/s400/DSC_0571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bee man doing his work. Jason said that he duct taped his outfit around the wrist and ankles to keep the bees out. Shortly after that they did leave the house but were getting nectar in the bushes all around our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtpBeUBaI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/QZrqPFQuWkg/s1600/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463127637026407842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtpBeUBaI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/QZrqPFQuWkg/s400/DSC_0577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends Erin, Ben and three of their kids came to visit us. Here is Bowen chowing down on some breakfast. Get it all in there Bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtorwyEXI/AAAAAAAAFxI/b70u7oeM7u4/s1600/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463127631198294386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DtorwyEXI/AAAAAAAAFxI/b70u7oeM7u4/s400/DSC_0581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds8p4SOLI/AAAAAAAAFxA/MOfMj_DHgDM/s1600/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463126874778646706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds8p4SOLI/AAAAAAAAFxA/MOfMj_DHgDM/s400/DSC_0583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Everybody look at me and say Cheese!" no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds8D7TAQI/AAAAAAAAFw4/7HbUOk4zldE/s1600/DSC_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463126864590733570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds8D7TAQI/AAAAAAAAFw4/7HbUOk4zldE/s400/DSC_0586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So a couple of days after the bee guy came, Jase pushed his wagon through the front bushes and before we knew it.  The wagon was covered in bees.  I didn't get to witness it because Erin is the one that had to come swoop Jase up and run away from the bees.  When we went back to look at the wagon he was pulling all the bees were gone.  We couldn't figure out what had happened.  Well, Jase went out later and found them.  Hanging out in the bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds773SJOI/AAAAAAAAFww/G0r2MkpiJLw/s1600/DSC_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463126862426416354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds773SJOI/AAAAAAAAFww/G0r2MkpiJLw/s400/DSC_0593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How freaky is this??  They are all hanging on each other and the size of a football.  Ewe.  Well this was gone two days later.  Hopefully they found another house to set up their home and make honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds7bKB4iI/AAAAAAAAFwo/E5Q3hFp2sAw/s1600/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463126853646672418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds7bKB4iI/AAAAAAAAFwo/E5Q3hFp2sAw/s400/DSC_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is my salty food eater.  He is not into cakes, cookies, ice cream...you get the idea.  He loves all of our dinner and this is him after eating some rice and beans. He does make the sound "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bba&lt;/span&gt;" for book, makes the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;" sound for Jase, "mama", "up",  "poop" (which he told me today that he had poop right when he was pushing it out) and he still signs to have milk, eat, drink, book, bath, and down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds7Ip9MfI/AAAAAAAAFwg/TPueysYpmk8/s1600/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463126848680309234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Ds7Ip9MfI/AAAAAAAAFwg/TPueysYpmk8/s400/DSC_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase has been wanting binoculars for sometime now.  So for Easter he got some.  They are some cheapo ones that I got at Toys R Us.  They don't do the job so we are going to have to get him some better ones.  Which by the way I tried to return and the store would not take them back because we did not have the original packaging!  I tried to do an even exchange so then I would be able to return those in the original package but I guess they figured out what I was planning on doing and then retracted their statement of being able to do an even exchange.  So make sure you keep the original package, even if you have the receipt for items you purchase at that store.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;....waste of 10 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsBo2VOnI/AAAAAAAAFwY/NTIG00K74w4/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463125860889737842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsBo2VOnI/AAAAAAAAFwY/NTIG00K74w4/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is so smart and is doing really well in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISR&lt;/span&gt; refresher course.  He is a character and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt; during those swim lessons.  His instructor says she has never had a student quite like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsBFsTAcI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/zTr0nbndYHM/s1600/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463125851452408258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsBFsTAcI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/zTr0nbndYHM/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is doing good in his lessons as well.  He pretty much has to start from scratch because he was so young when he did them the first time and now he has to learn to swim to the stairs when before all he had to do was learn how to flip over and float on his back. He cries and cries the entire time.  Poor guy thinks we are torturing him and that the instructor is trying to drown him.  I look forward to when he is finished and can swim to the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsAgL_qqI/AAAAAAAAFwI/889br8URfkM/s1600/DSC_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463125841384811170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsAgL_qqI/AAAAAAAAFwI/889br8URfkM/s400/DSC_0700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the driveway.  The boys love being outside and digging in the yard and running back and forth on the driveway with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; toys and wagons.  Jase's hair is getting to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt; so SOON it will be cut and donated.  I made an appointment for him to get it cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsAXQWBoI/AAAAAAAAFwA/9nW2s-PHHCo/s1600/DSC_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463125838987134594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DsAXQWBoI/AAAAAAAAFwA/9nW2s-PHHCo/s400/DSC_0701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how this picture shows that Jase is still a "baby".  You can see those fat hands and that fold from the arms to the wrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dr_ywpG8I/AAAAAAAAFv4/j74nC1iRpzk/s1600/DSC_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463125829190491074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dr_ywpG8I/AAAAAAAAFv4/j74nC1iRpzk/s400/DSC_0730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach with his Easter wagon for the beach toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DmfVE6UmI/AAAAAAAAFvw/IkvAWsNRSAM/s1600/DSC_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119773908488802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DmfVE6UmI/AAAAAAAAFvw/IkvAWsNRSAM/s400/DSC_0737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone remember this outfit from Jase.  We love to see Zach wear Jase's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DmeyPwtYI/AAAAAAAAFvo/6rVA1dNt9xE/s1600/DSC_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119764558755202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DmeyPwtYI/AAAAAAAAFvo/6rVA1dNt9xE/s400/DSC_0740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dmenuj6PI/AAAAAAAAFvg/cfzLl9fYzso/s1600/DSC_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119761735149810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dmenuj6PI/AAAAAAAAFvg/cfzLl9fYzso/s400/DSC_0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach loves Jase so much and hugs him when he can get a chance.  Jase is beginning to hold Zach's hand and walk with him and hugs him too.  Sometimes just a little too strong though and Zach hates that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DmeGcc0tI/AAAAAAAAFvY/wZKnGpwLoPc/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119752800817874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9DmeGcc0tI/AAAAAAAAFvY/wZKnGpwLoPc/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's serious business pulling that wagon up and down the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dmd4aEGfI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/uLojtxmQFG0/s1600/DSC_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119749032712690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S9Dmd4aEGfI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/uLojtxmQFG0/s400/DSC_0761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby face.  I am going to miss this hair.  I hope that he doesn't freak out when he sees himself without the long locks.  He has started to twirl it with his fingers and likes to wrap it around his wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpPbvZlFfKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpPbvZlFfKE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OvB6nM_Xvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br 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It usually does the trick. &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless! &lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-7788556446145072769?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7788556446145072769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=7788556446145072769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7788556446145072769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7788556446145072769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/img00288-20100413-0938jpg.html' title='wind in my hair'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S8R2TBWegUI/AAAAAAAAFt8/QxNWBWI8P-4/s72-c/IMG00288-20100413-0938-739752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-7230112254143917176</id><published>2010-04-13T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:23:14.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crooked smile means it likes it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S8R0w3gk4ZI/AAAAAAAAFt0/4cKAoaFR72M/s1600/IMG00290-20100413-0939-747189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459617031163011474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S8R0w3gk4ZI/AAAAAAAAFt0/4cKAoaFR72M/s320/IMG00290-20100413-0939-747189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jase asks to have window open in the car so he can enjoy the breeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-7230112254143917176?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7230112254143917176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=7230112254143917176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7230112254143917176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7230112254143917176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/04/img00290-20100413-0939jpg.html' title='crooked smile means it likes it'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S8R0w3gk4ZI/AAAAAAAAFt0/4cKAoaFR72M/s72-c/IMG00290-20100413-0939-747189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3080268804383380193</id><published>2010-03-10T16:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:19:20.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Locks</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to visit Jason's family.  The weather was great and we had a great time.  It's always a nice treat to see them.   Even though the boys don't see them all the time, they are so happy and excited about seeing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hcmdHfpqI/AAAAAAAAFkM/cwGwVO_z5s4/s1600-h/DSC_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205565025461922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hcmdHfpqI/AAAAAAAAFkM/cwGwVO_z5s4/s400/DSC_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase loving his Grammy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hcl95fhLI/AAAAAAAAFkE/iRN6maNDJqU/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205556645233842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hcl95fhLI/AAAAAAAAFkE/iRN6maNDJqU/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase doesn't carry Thomas everywhere he goes anymore.  He does like to take him outside to play in the dirt.   I stopped letting him watch Thomas because it was becoming an obsession and he kept reciting the shows and wouldn't really talk about much anything else.  So I think this has affected his desire/need to carry Thomas where ever he goes.  Thank goodness because we only had one and it was a Christmas special! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hclWL-rmI/AAAAAAAAFj8/2rBJ8m2FYkc/s1600-h/DSC_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205545985355362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hclWL-rmI/AAAAAAAAFj8/2rBJ8m2FYkc/s400/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys playing with their cousin Austin.  Look how big he is getting.  Only like an inch shorter than me and only in sixth grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hck6QdC1I/AAAAAAAAFj0/ZLk1CpmJmKA/s1600-h/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205538487929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hck6QdC1I/AAAAAAAAFj0/ZLk1CpmJmKA/s400/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; playing sword fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hckLt2wuI/AAAAAAAAFjs/oxXNm-xohHY/s1600-h/DSC_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447205525994783458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hckLt2wuI/AAAAAAAAFjs/oxXNm-xohHY/s400/DSC_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; on poop scooping duty so that the kids wouldn't step on brown glass.  YUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbYO2zJeI/AAAAAAAAFjk/HZG9ZUcwjyg/s1600-h/DSC_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447204221167543778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbYO2zJeI/AAAAAAAAFjk/HZG9ZUcwjyg/s400/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kick that ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbXfGHyxI/AAAAAAAAFjc/2LKNg9nQ88c/s1600-h/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447204208346909458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbXfGHyxI/AAAAAAAAFjc/2LKNg9nQ88c/s400/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a big boy here.  He swings his right arm when he really gets walking/running and sometimes tilts his head to the side when he gets excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbWyW0ZcI/AAAAAAAAFjU/bFWb-lsKAik/s1600-h/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447204196337345986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbWyW0ZcI/AAAAAAAAFjU/bFWb-lsKAik/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They think their Grammy is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbWijmZtI/AAAAAAAAFjM/1PkV3IUujKM/s1600-h/DSC_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447204192095987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbWijmZtI/AAAAAAAAFjM/1PkV3IUujKM/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach had his tubes put in and his adenoids removed this week.  He did really well and the doctor said that he right ear was A LOT worse than he had realized.  He said it was pretty nasty.  So it has been draining blood and other icky stuff.  When he woke up from the anesthesia he was pretty cranky for a bit then he fell back to sleep and when they woke him up he was just like new.  Happy guy eating goldfish and drinking apple juice they had for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbWNk2qzI/AAAAAAAAFjE/iRvA9m1UfLs/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447204186464103218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hbWNk2qzI/AAAAAAAAFjE/iRvA9m1UfLs/s400/DSC_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when he was out of it coming off the anesthesia he was able to sign milk to me when he was crying!  Wow, especially since he was drugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPjgQA-3I/AAAAAAAAFi8/e3K_AjwLu-4/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447191220675738482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPjgQA-3I/AAAAAAAAFi8/e3K_AjwLu-4/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time in Charlotte visiting Jason's brother, Tim and his kids, Austin and Bailey.  The boys love being around them.  It was really cute to see how excited Jase got when he saw his cousin Austin get off the bus and then when his Uncle Tim got home from work he ran to the door and said "Hi Uncle Tim, I so happy to see you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPjLMmKdI/AAAAAAAAFi0/KTpGwSlb0xk/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447191215024253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPjLMmKdI/AAAAAAAAFi0/KTpGwSlb0xk/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach has been known to bite Jase a time or twenty.  So Jase usually runs from Zach when he thinks he's about to be bitten.  Or he puts his arm to Zach's face to let him do it?!  Here is what it looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPivU-ujI/AAAAAAAAFis/J4ESHmw2xVM/s1600-h/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447191207543224882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPivU-ujI/AAAAAAAAFis/J4ESHmw2xVM/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase's finger has gotten infected and looks pretty sore in this photo.  It has since gotten better and we also started him on some antibiotics for precaution.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPiMEyu7I/AAAAAAAAFik/eoQWhiWwepU/s1600-h/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447191198080089010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPiMEyu7I/AAAAAAAAFik/eoQWhiWwepU/s400/DSC_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flat-ironed Jase's hair to see how long it is and to see if it's long enough to donate to the Locks for Love.  I think it's just about there but it's too close so we are going to let it grow a little longer so that we don't have to buzz cut it to get the full ten inches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPhl88rHI/AAAAAAAAFic/_nD8YGx_Fy0/s1600-h/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447191187846638706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hPhl88rHI/AAAAAAAAFic/_nD8YGx_Fy0/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He stayed still for me while I did it and this makes me feel better to know that he may actually stay somewhat still for a real haircut.  One day soon.  Isn't he so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd5dbfea82edac7a" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd5dbfea82edac7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50E61E34770FDF8F24A6FC6990F67B6F5B483B66.211AAADF93BD17DF2F3D46E2C4056280D02E9726%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd5dbfea82edac7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuWulHLP5HTNC2cAPiH-EipdLX24&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd5dbfea82edac7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50E61E34770FDF8F24A6FC6990F67B6F5B483B66.211AAADF93BD17DF2F3D46E2C4056280D02E9726%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd5dbfea82edac7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuWulHLP5HTNC2cAPiH-EipdLX24&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Monster Jam a few weeks ago and forgot to post pics.  This is a video we took.  The really liked it.  Next time we will go to Atlanta so the arena will be bigger and they can have a better show to watch.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-3080268804383380193?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3080268804383380193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=3080268804383380193&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3080268804383380193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3080268804383380193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovely-locks.html' title='Lovely Locks'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5hcmdHfpqI/AAAAAAAAFkM/cwGwVO_z5s4/s72-c/DSC_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5881318159335339263</id><published>2010-03-04T15:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:01:11.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty training and Pond fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AV_KzBrnI/AAAAAAAAFh4/OSWMFppczb4/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444876124465245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AV_KzBrnI/AAAAAAAAFh4/OSWMFppczb4/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After getting the potty training &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; and books for Jase he has had a little interest in sitting on it.  He actually peed on it for the first time!  This was so exciting for all of us and he did it before taking a bath and after getting out of the bath he ran over to it and peed again.  We could not believe it.  I haven't really pushed the issue yet just so that I don't make him want to retaliate and back track.  So we just have been doing it at night before bath.  Well, yesterday I needed to get urine sample for the doctor's office so I needed to get him to pee during the day.  After three tries of him sitting on the potty he went for me.  He was so excited and gave me high five.  Now we just have to get me to get on top of it and put him on it numerous times during the day.  Is there a how to train a mommy book?  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AV-5_W1XI/AAAAAAAAFhw/TJEY0agE70Y/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444876119953560946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AV-5_W1XI/AAAAAAAAFhw/TJEY0agE70Y/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase used to not be interested in doing any artwork.  Since taking out the dairy/casein in his diet he has actually sat down to participate.  So we painted a bird house for Grammy (Jason's mother).  This was before painting and I guess he wanted to practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AV-kJGBzI/AAAAAAAAFho/7wfSDHN4hPU/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444876114088822578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AV-kJGBzI/AAAAAAAAFho/7wfSDHN4hPU/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are the colors before the painting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUPJkyWDI/AAAAAAAAFhg/O6rK5SJyIpM/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444874199991736370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUPJkyWDI/AAAAAAAAFhg/O6rK5SJyIpM/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had to put the brush in each of the colors and then paint.  So cute.  He wanted to paint the same spot over and over.  We then packaged it all up and he and I took it to the post office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUO9uNTTI/AAAAAAAAFhY/_TVMZ9y1-co/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444874196810026290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUO9uNTTI/AAAAAAAAFhY/_TVMZ9y1-co/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The paint after Jase got a hold of it.  A piece of artwork all in it's own.  Now I wish I would have save this to see it dry.  I have a quick hand at throwing things away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUOWhNwRI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/j7yqyyFhO1o/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444874186286547218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUOWhNwRI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/j7yqyyFhO1o/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best photo I could get without flash that was semi clear and had both of them looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUN3a21FI/AAAAAAAAFhI/An3XpBKdLNc/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444874177938379858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUN3a21FI/AAAAAAAAFhI/An3XpBKdLNc/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A moment that is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUNsPYTRI/AAAAAAAAFhA/VCdNlxsjP84/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444874174937451794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AUNsPYTRI/AAAAAAAAFhA/VCdNlxsjP84/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been trying to make different things for dinner.  Here was my attempt at stuffed mushrooms.  They were really good the second time I made them when I filled the bottom of the pan with enough liquid to cover most of the mushroom caps.  YUM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5ARfUevzlI/AAAAAAAAFg4/vodjNhvzrzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444871179262217810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5ARfUevzlI/AAAAAAAAFg4/vodjNhvzrzQ/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend my parents came to visit and thank goodness they did.  Friday night I woke up with a super sore throat and fever.  After a few hours I broke out in hives.  I was so scared that I was going to end up in the ER like last time but Jason pumped me up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zantac&lt;/span&gt; (helps with hives for those that don't already know this).  My hives got a little worse then disappeared while I slept literally all day long except about an hour total.  I haven't been in bed all day in years, I couldn't even tell you the last time.  Too bad I was sick to not really enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5ARe91-sfI/AAAAAAAAFgw/Z6vm_4mgIYE/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444871173185647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5ARe91-sfI/AAAAAAAAFgw/Z6vm_4mgIYE/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought a John Boat so they took the kids down to ride in it.  Here they are riding on the back of the lawn mower in a wagon down to the pond.  Serious faces looking at the water.  Zach's profile is so precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5ARed_ldMI/AAAAAAAAFgo/orj5FkBI01Y/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444871164636001474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5ARed_ldMI/AAAAAAAAFgo/orj5FkBI01Y/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase pointing out the boat!  I was still not feeling well and the thought of them out there made me nervous as hell.  It's really clear water and shallow but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AReFLJ7qI/AAAAAAAAFgg/SYqf-FF3axM/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444871157973642914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AReFLJ7qI/AAAAAAAAFgg/SYqf-FF3axM/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There they go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO9l_unnI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/Kt5faTTr6Yw/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444868400825146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO9l_unnI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/Kt5faTTr6Yw/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out what they can see on the bottom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is trying to talk.  He says Bobo (pacifier), mama, hot, tootoot and tries to say Jase.  No one told me that becoming a mother meant that I had to learn how to read minds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO9RN3hFI/AAAAAAAAFgI/0lNduA63sHA/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444868395247305810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO9RN3hFI/AAAAAAAAFgI/0lNduA63sHA/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Jase liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO9DXZL3I/AAAAAAAAFgA/J2AQBhhdRUA/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444868391529164658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO9DXZL3I/AAAAAAAAFgA/J2AQBhhdRUA/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aaaaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!   I know my dad was nervous enough for both of us, especially when he saw Jase doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO8uAOcjI/AAAAAAAAFf4/fn7W6NSxZiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444868385794847282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO8uAOcjI/AAAAAAAAFf4/fn7W6NSxZiQ/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our first appointment with the school system through Child Find.  Jase can speak very well and knows so much but his ability to communicate back and forth is a little delayed.  So we wanted to make sure there wasn't any significant delays and get him evaluated and tools for me to help him learn how to communicate with us and other people.  The asked me a ton of questions about his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; and they even did a little activity with a speech therapist.  He seemed to be a little confused with some of the questions but did really good.  So for the next few weeks I have some exercises that I have to do with him and see how he progresses.  If he was in school then they would have a teacher do it.  At that time we reevaluate and go from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO8IAeijI/AAAAAAAAFfw/6G6KlAs3rB0/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444868375595354674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S5AO8IAeijI/AAAAAAAAFfw/6G6KlAs3rB0/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's tons of fun in the backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach is getting tubes next Tuesday so keep him in your thoughts and hopefully we will see a new happier baby soon!  By the way, we learned a hard lesson in making sure you have any expensive procedures done at the end of the year when you have made more payments toward your deductible instead of the beginning of the year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; you have your entire deductible to meet.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.....                         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And no one can know what each person goes through if they aren't in their home on a daily basis. Being a stay at home mother is one of the easiest and HARDEST things I have ever done or will ever do. I have never had my patience tested like this or felt so much joy from anything. I hope to never judge any parent again by they way their child is behaving. With this said, Jase is so much better and I have so much less anxiety when going out and worrying about when (not if) he was going to freak out. Now I have Zach who cries a lot and lets everyone know if he is not happy. So I go armed with these tasty organic&lt;a href="http://www.yummyearth.com/"&gt; lollipops&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fruitabu.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fruitabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some gum (for Jase) and pacifier (for Zach). I try not to get sidetracked by looking at all the new stuff on the shelves and reading all the labels in the Natural foods section. I have to move fast which I don't always do but when I do the experience can be enjoyable. I have to make sure the time frame is doable as well. I have to plan activities fairly early in the morning or I run the risk of Zach getting really, really, really upset with me until we get home. So many mom's group activities are avoided because of this. I had Zach go to one nap a day a LONG time ago so that I would not have to stay at home all day long while each child took their naps from 10am-4pm. I would have never done it with Jase and I would have been disappointed in any other parent that would do that to their child. But for mommy's sanity I went against what I believed at first and luckily he took a super long nap that added up to the quantity of two (or three) naps all in one right in the middle of the day when Jase would be sleeping. Speaking of Jase's sleeping. He is having a hard time falling asleep for his nap and if he does fall asleep it takes him till 10pm to fall asleep. Luckily he does stay in his room and read books and plays with his trains for at least two hours so then I can have some time to myself and to do laundry and dishes. If he doesn't nap then he is able to fall right to sleep but first I have to remind him that he didn't nap and is very tired and needs to stay in bed and if he gets out I will throw Thomas in the garbage. It works because he does not want Thomas to go in the garbage. This is my ammo for many things that I want from him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3yuBoeaBzI/AAAAAAAAFeU/uF-XIMoUmJg/s1600-h/DSC_0057-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439413793024771890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3yuBoeaBzI/AAAAAAAAFeU/uF-XIMoUmJg/s400/DSC_0057-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach pulling on his train toy and actually pulled it through the house. He isn't as wild as Jase Jase never pulled a toy across the floor like it was supposed to be pulled. It was usually thrown or ignored. I loved this picture of him because it captures his sweet nature. Which he does have when he isn't crying. He has always loved to lay his head on your shoulder randomly but he loves to hug our necks on purpose and gives kisses often without being asked. It's like he craves them and needs them. I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xeohe5wPI/AAAAAAAAFeE/_TjqrSCtL5M/s1600-h/DSC_0064-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326500232478962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xeohe5wPI/AAAAAAAAFeE/_TjqrSCtL5M/s400/DSC_0064-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys investigating the potty that we have had for over a year without use. Jase is not potty trained and we have randomly mentioned it to him over the last year. Initially he freaked out so bad it was as if we were torturing him with hot needles when we put him on the toilet. When we ask him if he wants to wear big boy underwear he says "put the big boy underwear away!" and if we ask him if he wants to sit on the potty he says "no thank you mommy!" For Christmas he got a DVD that he already had so I exchanged it for a potty DVD where this little girl talks about her younger brother being potty trained. Well that night after watching it we pulled out the potty (which he's too big for) and he wanted to sit on it (with his clothes on). This is huge because before he would totally cry and lose his mind if we mentioned the potty. So now it hangs out in his room to get him used to seeing it. It's still a long time from now that I think he will be potty trained. He much rather wear his diaper for sure. Maybe by this summer I will have him run naked and do that tactic. This DVD has his interest so we hope that it will encourage him a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xeobN5ZSI/AAAAAAAAFd8/9QmZLf2my-8/s1600-h/DSC_0083-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326498550539554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xeobN5ZSI/AAAAAAAAFd8/9QmZLf2my-8/s400/DSC_0083-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase didn't want Zach to mess with his potty so I pulled out another potty that I had and he liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xeoCFV0bI/AAAAAAAAFd0/v9pIeOOPGSc/s1600-h/DSC_0149-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326491803767218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xeoCFV0bI/AAAAAAAAFd0/v9pIeOOPGSc/s400/DSC_0149-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It snowed here in Middle Georgia which is a rare occasion. The boys loved it but it was wet! Here is Zach tasting it on his glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xenn55GFI/AAAAAAAAFds/vUpbN4rEvmc/s1600-h/DSC_0151-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326484776425554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xenn55GFI/AAAAAAAAFds/vUpbN4rEvmc/s400/DSC_0151-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have been some dirt in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xenKGEISI/AAAAAAAAFdk/osi12xnTfi0/s1600-h/DSC_0161-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326476774416674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xenKGEISI/AAAAAAAAFdk/osi12xnTfi0/s400/DSC_0161-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdOg1dAqI/AAAAAAAAFdc/U4bcpAyyIpE/s1600-h/DSC_0204-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324953870402210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdOg1dAqI/AAAAAAAAFdc/U4bcpAyyIpE/s400/DSC_0204-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach loves umbrella's and knows how to hold them. I saw the neighbor lady with an umbrella and I thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; so we all pulled out our umbrellas so shield us from the wet snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdOa6_NlI/AAAAAAAAFdU/nyk-p-tP18M/s1600-h/DSC_0209-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324952283002450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdOa6_NlI/AAAAAAAAFdU/nyk-p-tP18M/s400/DSC_0209-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase mostly played with his umbrella because it has Thomas as a handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdNYttzPI/AAAAAAAAFdE/5ovUSrfPdts/s1600-h/DSC_0236-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324934510595314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdNYttzPI/AAAAAAAAFdE/5ovUSrfPdts/s400/DSC_0236-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too many pictures of me so here is one from the snow. Jason had the camera so there wasn't one of him. Of course now I wish there was one of us both and one of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdMz22m-I/AAAAAAAAFc8/zu7mEIo8w8o/s1600-h/DSC_0291-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324924616809442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xdMz22m-I/AAAAAAAAFc8/zu7mEIo8w8o/s400/DSC_0291-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our humble abode. You can see the track marks in the yard from Jason having a hay day on the golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZYttO0WI/AAAAAAAAFc0/moRw4eNcs40/s1600-h/DSC_0303-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320731077759330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZYttO0WI/AAAAAAAAFc0/moRw4eNcs40/s400/DSC_0303-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase loves to read books still and now that he can sit still for longer than three seconds he likes to sit on the couch with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZYFqBO7I/AAAAAAAAFcs/R2vNAzhBEgU/s1600-h/DSC_0339-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320720326867890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZYFqBO7I/AAAAAAAAFcs/R2vNAzhBEgU/s400/DSC_0339-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZXjYAHYI/AAAAAAAAFck/ipIVdIdIfpA/s1600-h/DSC_0369-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320711124491650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZXjYAHYI/AAAAAAAAFck/ipIVdIdIfpA/s400/DSC_0369-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was playing with my camera and trying to figure it out a little but my subjects had to be really still. So my dad was trying to hold Jase still for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZXeDmZSI/AAAAAAAAFcc/PGyOQabeUpI/s1600-h/DSC_0383-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320709696742690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZXeDmZSI/AAAAAAAAFcc/PGyOQabeUpI/s400/DSC_0383-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it was snowing Jason tried to build a snowman for/with the boys. Jase was in total disapproval and was screaming and crying. We don't know why because he can not communicate that type of thought so we can only speculate that he didn't like the snow to be rolling off the ground into a ball. Jason had the snowman halfway built and Jase came rushing over screaming and knocked it over. The next day before the snow melted my mother built three snowmen in the shade of the backyard for Jase to enjoy for the next few days. He did want to kick them over but here he is helping put the nose on the one on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;back porch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZW-g6WiI/AAAAAAAAFcU/5vG3C3fjuio/s1600-h/DSC_0390-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439320701229750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xZW-g6WiI/AAAAAAAAFcU/5vG3C3fjuio/s400/DSC_0390-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the last couple weekends we have been wanting to do a treasure hunt with the boys. I could not find treasure chests to save my life so I bought some boxes to paint. Jason spray painted them and I added the skull and crossbones. Jason made up the map and it worked out to be a Valentine's treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXdTLvowI/AAAAAAAAFcM/V1_Wanz5PZs/s1600-h/DSC_0399-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439318610834072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXdTLvowI/AAAAAAAAFcM/V1_Wanz5PZs/s400/DSC_0399-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off we go to find the clues along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXdJz0ZNI/AAAAAAAAFcE/SseOg34in4M/s1600-h/DSC_0403-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439318608317801682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXdJz0ZNI/AAAAAAAAFcE/SseOg34in4M/s400/DSC_0403-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fruitabu&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth and umbrella in hands (it was not raining or snowing). Jase wanted to wear my mother's scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXc4vLc-I/AAAAAAAAFb8/1xtJklLkeRs/s1600-h/DSC_0406-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439318603734938594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXc4vLc-I/AAAAAAAAFb8/1xtJklLkeRs/s400/DSC_0406-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First clue was in the mailbox...what could it be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXcr7y_kI/AAAAAAAAFb0/uBsruwI654w/s1600-h/DSC_0409-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439318600298200642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXcr7y_kI/AAAAAAAAFb0/uBsruwI654w/s400/DSC_0409-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lollipops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXcebGLnI/AAAAAAAAFbs/0nR0cgyaDYs/s1600-h/DSC_0414-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439318596671385202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xXcebGLnI/AAAAAAAAFbs/0nR0cgyaDYs/s400/DSC_0414-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the second clue which were some fruit snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV4J-0ohI/AAAAAAAAFbk/MGnrnQUR44k/s1600-h/DSC_0418-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439316873197167122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV4J-0ohI/AAAAAAAAFbk/MGnrnQUR44k/s400/DSC_0418-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They thought it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV32MwWwI/AAAAAAAAFbc/lZ1VQVjhblg/s1600-h/DSC_0421-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439316867886897922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV32MwWwI/AAAAAAAAFbc/lZ1VQVjhblg/s400/DSC_0421-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait a second...Jase had to check the map to make sure we were going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV3Bqtk2I/AAAAAAAAFbU/UwUWX3xG8oc/s1600-h/DSC_0426-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439316853785465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV3Bqtk2I/AAAAAAAAFbU/UwUWX3xG8oc/s400/DSC_0426-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see some treasure chests hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV2oUFDWI/AAAAAAAAFbM/o04oTTsLASs/s1600-h/DSC_0437-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439316846979648866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV2oUFDWI/AAAAAAAAFbM/o04oTTsLASs/s400/DSC_0437-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun presents inside. Look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV2URqEhI/AAAAAAAAFbE/nSiduQrxdtY/s1600-h/DSC_0441-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439316841600782866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xV2URqEhI/AAAAAAAAFbE/nSiduQrxdtY/s400/DSC_0441-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUwlItpLI/AAAAAAAAFa8/cl8DMmYX8u8/s1600-h/DSC_0445-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315643535828146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUwlItpLI/AAAAAAAAFa8/cl8DMmYX8u8/s400/DSC_0445-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase had to take a moment to look at his new books. These are the best books ever! It's the &lt;a href="http://www.leapfrog.com/tag/tag-jr.html"&gt;Tag Junior&lt;/a&gt; system and he loves them and I highly recommend them to your toddler/preschooler. This is what he does in the mornings before we come to get him and during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; and also at night before he goes to sleep. What a good, smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUv7fvdZI/AAAAAAAAFa0/cBEYudkZzps/s1600-h/DSC_0517-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315632358126994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUv7fvdZI/AAAAAAAAFa0/cBEYudkZzps/s400/DSC_0517-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a break to eat lollipops and enjoy the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUvmvPBZI/AAAAAAAAFas/r6IgJ4-Osxo/s1600-h/DSC_0531-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315626785965458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUvmvPBZI/AAAAAAAAFas/r6IgJ4-Osxo/s400/DSC_0531-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look mommy, no hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUvTljozI/AAAAAAAAFak/B3i7ls4tK50/s1600-h/DSC_0533-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315621645099826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUvTljozI/AAAAAAAAFak/B3i7ls4tK50/s400/DSC_0533-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off he goes with his new Caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUu58tcdI/AAAAAAAAFac/39kQ64g_iZE/s1600-h/DSC_0550-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315614762889682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3xUu58tcdI/AAAAAAAAFac/39kQ64g_iZE/s400/DSC_0550-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; loves his grandchildren. (Jase is now 38 months and Zach is 16 months) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-6837895149187099120?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6837895149187099120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=6837895149187099120&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/6837895149187099120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/6837895149187099120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-love-love.html' title='Love Love Love'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3yuBoeaBzI/AAAAAAAAFeU/uF-XIMoUmJg/s72-c/DSC_0057-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-4168141441401303703</id><published>2010-02-08T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:58:15.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart kisses</title><content type='html'>The blog "i heart faces" is having a photo contest this week that is about kisses.  I am entering a photo of Zach's first day of life.  I LOVE this picture.  Head on over to &lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;iheartfaces&lt;/a&gt; to see other entries and maybe enter a photo of your own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3CBqOukdMI/AAAAAAAAFZg/4avA45-ZlMw/s1600-h/kisses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435987312744101058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3CBqOukdMI/AAAAAAAAFZg/4avA45-ZlMw/s400/kisses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-4168141441401303703?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4168141441401303703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=4168141441401303703&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4168141441401303703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4168141441401303703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-heart-kisses.html' title='i heart kisses'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S3CBqOukdMI/AAAAAAAAFZg/4avA45-ZlMw/s72-c/kisses.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-1534351756968830477</id><published>2010-02-03T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:57:34.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascals</title><content type='html'>As always it's been pretty busy in our house.  We have been concerned with Jase's communication skills and looking for resources and options.  I have contacted the county school system and they will be testing him.  We had his hearing and vision tested and he passed those both.  We are on week 4 of getting Jase to be on a dairy/casein free diet.  I have been reading about how our diet affects our behaviors and our development.  Of course being totally organic, no processed foods, no food dyes, toxic free home is the ultimate goal but one step at a time.  I found on a website &lt;a href="http://www.generationrescue.com/"&gt;www.generationrescue.com&lt;/a&gt; that removing diary from children's diets can help them with their behaviors and communication skills.  You would have to read more about it since it's all new to me about the details.  When I read what other parents were saying about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; children and how they had improved, I thought "why not give it a shot?"  He is now able to answer many questions when I ask him, whereas before he would just look at me and repeat the question.  He is now starting to be able to answer "yes" or "no" to some questions.  It's still a work in progress but he is improving.  He is more calm and has less fits, which is huge because it was a daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; for him before.  I need to learn more about it and wish there was a course or something I could take because by the end of the day I just want to veg out in front of the TV.  I will keep you posted on his progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEhuUV-I/AAAAAAAAFZY/8smN31KrKkQ/s1600-h/DSC_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433847015380637666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEhuUV-I/AAAAAAAAFZY/8smN31KrKkQ/s400/DSC_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase normally doesn't like to color or paint and almost always never participates at school art activities.  So I thought I would give it a go and sure enough he painted a "rainbow" for me.  I gave him the paint and he went at it.  I asked him what he was painting, not expecting him to answer me, and  he said rainbow.  I almost cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEaNBjbI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/csmgOqE0W9g/s1600-h/DSC_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433847013361946034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEaNBjbI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/csmgOqE0W9g/s400/DSC_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Examining that paint before mixing them all together, which made a rainbow colored affect.  Doubt he intentionally did that but it was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEFOoBXI/AAAAAAAAFZI/_db63XDq23s/s1600-h/DSC_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433847007731516786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEFOoBXI/AAAAAAAAFZI/_db63XDq23s/s400/DSC_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach thinking he is so big eating his cereal with a spoon.  It has been a week since I stopped nursing Zach and we both haven't even looked back!  I was nursing him twice a day and it just seemed that I wasn't making much milk and he was getting really angry when the milk took to long to let down.  So I pulled the plug and did us both a favor.  Looks like my body may not produce milk past 16 months since this is when it stopped when I was nursing Jase but I thought it was because I was pregnant with Zach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnDYsts4I/AAAAAAAAFY4/shWohtSNOP0/s1600-h/DSC_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433846995778122626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnDYsts4I/AAAAAAAAFY4/shWohtSNOP0/s400/DSC_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to get him to smile and look at the camera at the same time.  Usually he closes his eyes because he thinks it's going to flash in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkgc8mHZI/AAAAAAAAFYw/FGc_ssQ5IvI/s1600-h/DSC_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433844196599799186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkgc8mHZI/AAAAAAAAFYw/FGc_ssQ5IvI/s400/DSC_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not sure what went wrong with my Chocolate Mousse pie that I was making with dark chocolate tofu.  Maybe I beat it too long and too high?  Well this is what it looked like.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunken&lt;/span&gt; in and quite awful looking.  It went straight to the garbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkgE9uCNI/AAAAAAAAFYo/0UHz51JwniM/s1600-h/DSC_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433844190162061522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkgE9uCNI/AAAAAAAAFYo/0UHz51JwniM/s400/DSC_1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach loves to feed himself and many times gets very angry and refuses to eat if you try to feed him.  He is a stubborn little guy.  See that bottle?  Well, I nursed him exclusively and right before turning one I thought I would occasionally give him a bottle to just make sure he was getting enough fluids.  I probably used up about two canisters of formula total.  I stopped doing it for a couple of months and then one day he found a bottle in the pantry and pulled it out and was grunting and handing it to me.  I filled it with warm milk and he drank the entire thing.  So now when I get him up first thing in the morning and after his nap I bring him a bottle.  This is the only thing that keeps him from crying and kicking when I lay him down to change his diaper.  You would think that after 16 months he would realize that he has to have his diaper changed no matter what.  Nope, I guess it's a habit to get angry and cry and kick when I change his diaper.  What happened to my chill baby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkf9_ysaI/AAAAAAAAFYg/s9MW0UYFv9k/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433844188291707298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkf9_ysaI/AAAAAAAAFYg/s9MW0UYFv9k/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can kind of tell by this picture his front is turning grey.  He was trying to play with his new big wheel and was rocking back and forth real fast and bumped his mouth on the handle part.  It wasn't until about two weeks later we saw it getting grey.  We took both Jase and Zach into Jason's office and had their front teeth x-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rayed&lt;/span&gt;.  We are almost certain that he will lose that tooth.  Root canal on Jase?!  I can't even imagine it.  The x-rays were so cool though, you could see the permanent (adult) teeth sitting right behind the baby teeth waiting to come out.  This may be something you know but for me I was shocked!  I yelled out "it's like a shark!"  Too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkfetLIUI/AAAAAAAAFYY/euNOKMM25Og/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433844179892117826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkfetLIUI/AAAAAAAAFYY/euNOKMM25Og/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the pine straw is tons of fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkfII7D5I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/m9y4CrBvKDw/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433844173834489746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jkfII7D5I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/m9y4CrBvKDw/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; with his "Christmas Thomas" in the dirt.  He will do this for as long as you let him and boy does he get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjTojX66I/AAAAAAAAFYI/EOx2nJo6z_E/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433842876865309602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjTojX66I/AAAAAAAAFYI/EOx2nJo6z_E/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep this hat on him all the time.  I wish I would have bought one in every size when I originally bought it for Jase.  Zach is still not talking and I am only giving him his pacifier at bedtimes.  He babbles but he has a lot of catching up to do.  He does sign though and actually uses them to get what he wants.  It is so cool when he is grunting and wanting to tell me something then sticks up his hand and does the milk sign.  He shakes his head no when he doesn't want to eat something, which cracks me up because I don't remember Jase doing that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjTEAP5ZI/AAAAAAAAFYA/5Tc579BGMk0/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433842867054306706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjTEAP5ZI/AAAAAAAAFYA/5Tc579BGMk0/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those sweet BIG little hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjSiIfwbI/AAAAAAAAFX4/ajhgZvTSrKg/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433842857962095026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjSiIfwbI/AAAAAAAAFX4/ajhgZvTSrKg/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is so much gentler with Zach since removing dairy from his diet.  He actually offers him toys and food, where before he really had no interest in him except for pushing him or knocking him over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjSStIVkI/AAAAAAAAFXw/VaMZnnZLCp8/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433842853820782146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjSStIVkI/AAAAAAAAFXw/VaMZnnZLCp8/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase has been sick with diarrhea and some throwing up the last several days.  This photo was taken yesterday afternoon.  We went to the doctor and they checked for Strep but it came back negative.  They then wanted me to get stool samples to be tested for parasites, E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coli&lt;/span&gt;, Salmonella and some other things to rule out if it wasn't a virus.  When I went to get him out of his room yesterday there was throw-up all over his bedroom floor and he was covered in poo.  Poor guy didn't even cry for us and I found him all curled in a ball on the floor in his Thomas tent.  I have no idea how long he had been up but he was so pitiful with sunken eyes and pale skin.  He still has bad rings under his eyes but seems to be feeling a little better and ate breakfast and some lunch.  Hopefully his body can get rid of this and he can gain some weight back.  He has lost 4 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjR9gFVtI/AAAAAAAAFXo/p1kWI7y6Z30/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433842848128915154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jjR9gFVtI/AAAAAAAAFXo/p1kWI7y6Z30/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach fell at school and chipped his front tooth.  They called to tell me that he had fallen and weren't sure if it had chipped.  Well, let's put it this way, 1/4 of his tooth is gone....uh YES he chipped his tooth!!!  So now both boys have chipped front teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-1534351756968830477?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1534351756968830477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=1534351756968830477&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1534351756968830477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1534351756968830477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/02/rascals.html' title='Rascals'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S2jnEhuUV-I/AAAAAAAAFZY/8smN31KrKkQ/s72-c/DSC_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2558912173726691834</id><published>2010-01-12T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:46:52.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday trip</title><content type='html'>Traveling almost 2,000 miles total in just under two weeks from Georgia to Virginia to Ohio then back to Georgia. That was our Christmas and New Year holiday. The trip to Virginia took FOREVER it seemed. It was a little over 13 hours. The reason it took so long is because of two traffic jams on the interstate along the way. Jase is the ultimate traveler with his blankie, pacifier and DVD set on Thomas the Tank Engine movies. Zach on the other hand doesn't really like being in the car for long periods of time and was seen literally pulling his hair out. He did watch the Thomas videos but for 13 hours straight he had had enough. After that long trip they were very happy to see their Grammy and Pawpaw and Uncle Brian and Aunt Betsy. They had had a big snow storm before we came and Jase loved the snow. All he wanted to do was push the his Thomas through it. We had our first Christmas their then we drove to Ohio to see the rest of Jason's family. It snowed while we were there which was great because we moved farther south which makes it less likely that the boys will see snow at our house. After a few days there we headed to my parent's home for a second Christmas celebration and New Years. What a wonderful time we had traveling from family to family. Many new Thomas trains and lots of wonderful stuff later and we are home. Back to the daily grind. The boys each had their "Well Checks" and as usual they are my hefty boys. Zach weighs 28 lbs 12 ozs and is 33 and 3/4 inches tall. Jase weighs 48 lbs and is 3 ft 5 inches tall. Zach was referred to the ENT to have his ears checked and see if they are preventing him from being able to hear to speak. Part of the reason he isn't talking is because I keep a pacifier in his mouth all the time so it's now only given to him during his nap and bedtime. So hopefully he will be speaking real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0zFSEh-uRI/AAAAAAAAFXE/nryKZiDM3yM/s1600-h/DSC_0301-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425928565319186706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0zFSEh-uRI/AAAAAAAAFXE/nryKZiDM3yM/s400/DSC_0301-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two monsters ready to brave the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT2BcJ6uI/AAAAAAAAFW0/nJZco6cjGFE/s1600-h/DSC_0313-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425874207383349986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT2BcJ6uI/AAAAAAAAFW0/nJZco6cjGFE/s400/DSC_0313-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Brian showing Jase how to be on top of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT170XqmI/AAAAAAAAFWs/N_GQXwF4bOg/s1600-h/DSC_0318-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425874205874301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT170XqmI/AAAAAAAAFWs/N_GQXwF4bOg/s400/DSC_0318-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach thought it was cold but had a good time in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT1tqqbWI/AAAAAAAAFWk/wbR2KDwBRPU/s1600-h/DSC_0320-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425874202075491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT1tqqbWI/AAAAAAAAFWk/wbR2KDwBRPU/s400/DSC_0320-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT1SzOKYI/AAAAAAAAFWc/Fq23Yo7pu1U/s1600-h/DSC_0336-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425874194863630722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT1SzOKYI/AAAAAAAAFWc/Fq23Yo7pu1U/s400/DSC_0336-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Digging in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT1B8yHgI/AAAAAAAAFWU/XdMz6nMy8WA/s1600-h/DSC_0341-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425874190340333058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yT1B8yHgI/AAAAAAAAFWU/XdMz6nMy8WA/s400/DSC_0341-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Help I can't see! and yes he is waist deep in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRjYMm7gI/AAAAAAAAFWM/sHN2tvu5Aeo/s1600-h/DSC_0360-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871688051387906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRjYMm7gI/AAAAAAAAFWM/sHN2tvu5Aeo/s400/DSC_0360-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the trusty Thomas in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRjE7E1rI/AAAAAAAAFWE/xdyG_a3ebAM/s1600-h/DSC_0372-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871682877576882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRjE7E1rI/AAAAAAAAFWE/xdyG_a3ebAM/s400/DSC_0372-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach learning how to jump in snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRip3qdII/AAAAAAAAFV8/V1WflK86JlA/s1600-h/DSC_0375-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871675615507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRip3qdII/AAAAAAAAFV8/V1WflK86JlA/s400/DSC_0375-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is he hugging the snow?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRiSTwUgI/AAAAAAAAFV0/wrqKFHnoCtA/s1600-h/DSC_0392-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871669290881538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRiSTwUgI/AAAAAAAAFV0/wrqKFHnoCtA/s400/DSC_0392-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call "at the wrong place at the right time".  Jase had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRiBz8tFI/AAAAAAAAFVs/-mnQWNOEWfY/s1600-h/DSC_0393-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871664862508114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yRiBz8tFI/AAAAAAAAFVs/-mnQWNOEWfY/s400/DSC_0393-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the gloves on Zach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQb_qGmUI/AAAAAAAAFVk/kCUWEgqQ5Ho/s1600-h/DSC_0399-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425870461693499714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQb_qGmUI/AAAAAAAAFVk/kCUWEgqQ5Ho/s400/DSC_0399-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look Grammy, I can dig in the snow too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQaLCADlI/AAAAAAAAFVc/TZjCHZLMfuk/s1600-h/DSC_0493-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425870430386785874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQaLCADlI/AAAAAAAAFVc/TZjCHZLMfuk/s400/DSC_0493-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning Jase did not want to put on his Santa outfit.  Well, after much fighting and screaming he accepted that he was going to have to wear it.  The next day he didn't want to put on his clothes, he wanted to put on the Santa outfit! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQZ6yeE_I/AAAAAAAAFVU/ai-Y-JV9DDY/s1600-h/DSC_0506-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425870426026677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQZ6yeE_I/AAAAAAAAFVU/ai-Y-JV9DDY/s400/DSC_0506-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Grammy gave them green chocolate Christmas tree lollipops to start of the day!  Grandparents are the best.  Playing with some of his new trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQZ5cJNBI/AAAAAAAAFVM/rXFzdIdHAfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0480-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425870425664599058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQZ5cJNBI/AAAAAAAAFVM/rXFzdIdHAfQ/s400/DSC_0480-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach had fun eating this and helping everyone open their presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQZSE9mvI/AAAAAAAAFVE/LZiYoMqN9Hs/s1600-h/DSC_0555-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425870415098387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yQZSE9mvI/AAAAAAAAFVE/LZiYoMqN9Hs/s400/DSC_0555-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look real close at Jase's mouth, that is the sideways smirk that means he really likes something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOuQ7viOI/AAAAAAAAFU8/1EhgZPCWcWA/s1600-h/DSC_0578-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425868576545278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOuQ7viOI/AAAAAAAAFU8/1EhgZPCWcWA/s400/DSC_0578-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta keep an eye on Thomas to make sure he is going in a straight line on those tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOuP7V3SI/AAAAAAAAFU0/nIVVDoHtO8U/s1600-h/DSC_0611-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425868576275160354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOuP7V3SI/AAAAAAAAFU0/nIVVDoHtO8U/s400/DSC_0611-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach and I posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOtnY5dVI/AAAAAAAAFUs/jOiPiwOovNU/s1600-h/DSC_0597-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425868565393274194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOtnY5dVI/AAAAAAAAFUs/jOiPiwOovNU/s400/DSC_0597-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach being entertained by Uncle Brian or is it Uncle Brian being entertained by Zach??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOtZeJV0I/AAAAAAAAFUk/asNT6Ac-sec/s1600-h/DSC_0631-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425868561657190210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOtZeJV0I/AAAAAAAAFUk/asNT6Ac-sec/s400/DSC_0631-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase, Zach and me eating snow.  YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOs09BoSI/AAAAAAAAFUc/ZoYTr2FPHA8/s1600-h/DSC_0624-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425868551854596386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yOs09BoSI/AAAAAAAAFUc/ZoYTr2FPHA8/s400/DSC_0624-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We brought in a sink full of snow for Jase to play with so he wouldn't get so cold and neither would any of the adults.  He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL57GbZcI/AAAAAAAAFUU/XHkm8g6APEY/s1600-h/DSC_0650-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865478308062658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL57GbZcI/AAAAAAAAFUU/XHkm8g6APEY/s400/DSC_0650-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas dinner!  Check out my super cute Sister-in-law that is pregnant!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL5nAaBdI/AAAAAAAAFUM/4GdLNxH0qKE/s1600-h/DSC_0681-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865472914097618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL5nAaBdI/AAAAAAAAFUM/4GdLNxH0qKE/s400/DSC_0681-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see a resemblance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL5bt9p4I/AAAAAAAAFUE/PxK2bXUoGoM/s1600-h/DSC_0664-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865469883950978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL5bt9p4I/AAAAAAAAFUE/PxK2bXUoGoM/s400/DSC_0664-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at Jason's grandmother's home and we had Zach sleeping in one room and Jase slept on the floor behind the couch in the room that the men were in watching sports.  Prior to this I would have told you there was no way he could have fallen asleep here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL5FTLGgI/AAAAAAAAFT8/ybMaaH2r3Zw/s1600-h/DSC_0669-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865463866006018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL5FTLGgI/AAAAAAAAFT8/ybMaaH2r3Zw/s400/DSC_0669-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase and his cozy nap spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL4ifbJTI/AAAAAAAAFT0/wnKcEUNmqLs/s1600-h/DSC_0691-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865454522148146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0yL4ifbJTI/AAAAAAAAFT0/wnKcEUNmqLs/s400/DSC_0691-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family with Nene, Jason's darling grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5uIhLHmI/AAAAAAAAFTs/O_QZJBinzow/s1600-h/DSC_0714-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845484542172770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5uIhLHmI/AAAAAAAAFTs/O_QZJBinzow/s400/DSC_0714-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase adventuring in the Ohio snow.  Thomas in hand of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5t_un_VI/AAAAAAAAFTk/h3dYVH3yQrM/s1600-h/DSC_0712-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845482182671698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5t_un_VI/AAAAAAAAFTk/h3dYVH3yQrM/s400/DSC_0712-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loves the snow and even though it was cold I loved that it would melt and Thomas would stay clean unlike the dirt in our yard that ends up being tracked through the house all over Thomas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5tv1zayI/AAAAAAAAFTc/ZM3H2OHgry8/s1600-h/DSC_0738-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845477917813538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5tv1zayI/AAAAAAAAFTc/ZM3H2OHgry8/s400/DSC_0738-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out that face of pure excitement that his Thomas is in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5tcbXj0I/AAAAAAAAFTU/qaQ-WE_8nCE/s1600-h/DSC_0741-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845472706662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5tcbXj0I/AAAAAAAAFTU/qaQ-WE_8nCE/s400/DSC_0741-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is Awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5tNo8-TI/AAAAAAAAFTM/kI_8wEcaxb4/s1600-h/DSC_0744-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845468737108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x5tNo8-TI/AAAAAAAAFTM/kI_8wEcaxb4/s400/DSC_0744-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta place that snow just right like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4tVTJmwI/AAAAAAAAFTE/FQFgPfyTIH8/s1600-h/DSC_0758-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425844371281517314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4tVTJmwI/AAAAAAAAFTE/FQFgPfyTIH8/s400/DSC_0758-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all bundled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4s6aVWGI/AAAAAAAAFS8/CChdON5el9M/s1600-h/DSC_0821-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425844364063889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4s6aVWGI/AAAAAAAAFS8/CChdON5el9M/s400/DSC_0821-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That snowsuit must have been warm to lay in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4sqsNtOI/AAAAAAAAFS0/GLJWT4MBUV4/s1600-h/DSC_0847-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425844359843919074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4sqsNtOI/AAAAAAAAFS0/GLJWT4MBUV4/s400/DSC_0847-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops he fell in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4sRH4p0I/AAAAAAAAFSs/Wd2rPXMeu7c/s1600-h/DSC_0934-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425844352980657986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4sRH4p0I/AAAAAAAAFSs/Wd2rPXMeu7c/s400/DSC_0934-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back in Georgia at my parent's house.  Zach checking out one of his cool toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4sOEbKNI/AAAAAAAAFSk/mpPaDa1GFEo/s1600-h/DSC_0954-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425844352160835794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0x4sOEbKNI/AAAAAAAAFSk/mpPaDa1GFEo/s400/DSC_0954-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see this chaos.  It doesn't have to be Christmas to be chaotic with all three grandchildren around!  Great time and great memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-2558912173726691834?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2558912173726691834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=2558912173726691834&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2558912173726691834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2558912173726691834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-trip.html' title='Holiday trip'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/S0zFSEh-uRI/AAAAAAAAFXE/nryKZiDM3yM/s72-c/DSC_0301-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3189898646828606740</id><published>2009-12-17T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:36:26.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The weeks have flown by and we have done many things. The most memorable is Jase turning 3!!! We had three parties to celebrate this year. One party with some of my friends and their kids, a party with my family at home and then a party with our new friends that we have made here. The third party was just a gathering of a few moms and their kids, so we treated it like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt;. Jase was so funny whenever we sang happy birthday to him because he would act shy and look down, almost embarrassed. What does he know about being embarrassed?? He opens his presents really good and would act animated with each opening. He got many many great things from everyone. We made a Wish List at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ToysRUs&lt;/span&gt; which helped people get him things we knew he would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTOQXhUuI/AAAAAAAAFQA/AKDUNMiZW9o/s1600-h/DSC_0453-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416303374987514594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTOQXhUuI/AAAAAAAAFQA/AKDUNMiZW9o/s400/DSC_0453-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dressed up and ready for picture day at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTOFDQgWI/AAAAAAAAFP4/W-PBJ_iaPWA/s1600-h/DSC_0461-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416303371949736290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTOFDQgWI/AAAAAAAAFP4/W-PBJ_iaPWA/s400/DSC_0461-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One afternoon Jase looked up and said "Look Mommy, so many train tracks"  when I looked up this is what I saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTNxM6Y0I/AAAAAAAAFPw/EjdEGNUXpH8/s1600-h/DSC_0648-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416303366621520706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTNxM6Y0I/AAAAAAAAFPw/EjdEGNUXpH8/s400/DSC_0648-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best party ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTNuLT9oI/AAAAAAAAFPo/CBTAnO7mcsc/s1600-h/DSC_0655-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416303365809501826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTNuLT9oI/AAAAAAAAFPo/CBTAnO7mcsc/s400/DSC_0655-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go Jase Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRu4Yjx5I/AAAAAAAAFPg/xdpzCOLLj0c/s1600-h/DSC_0657-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416301736461846418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRu4Yjx5I/AAAAAAAAFPg/xdpzCOLLj0c/s400/DSC_0657-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the jumpy place and the kids are in the baby/toddler section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRuapPJwI/AAAAAAAAFPY/9ESlDR8ngVY/s1600-h/DSC_0666-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416301728478734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRuapPJwI/AAAAAAAAFPY/9ESlDR8ngVY/s400/DSC_0666-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun floor game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRuMIAT2I/AAAAAAAAFPQ/zq3gvBDO-XE/s1600-h/DSC_0702-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416301724581252962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRuMIAT2I/AAAAAAAAFPQ/zq3gvBDO-XE/s400/DSC_0702-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when we were singing Happy Birthday and he was acting all shy but very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRtsrsdhI/AAAAAAAAFPI/4Vk1jhdnwGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0727-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416301716141012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRtsrsdhI/AAAAAAAAFPI/4Vk1jhdnwGQ/s400/DSC_0727-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRtZWuNxI/AAAAAAAAFPA/7ZkAzOUTlTo/s1600-h/DSC_0736-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416301710952773394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqRtZWuNxI/AAAAAAAAFPA/7ZkAzOUTlTo/s400/DSC_0736-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zaqui&lt;/span&gt; says "where is my cupcake?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyrelE0sn_I/AAAAAAAAFRI/m6o951qq6k0/s1600-h/happy6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416386230397738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyrelE0sn_I/AAAAAAAAFRI/m6o951qq6k0/s400/happy6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a big production about the cake and talked about a Thomas cake for a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Syrek581UgI/AAAAAAAAFRA/gsJr9tHliEc/s1600-h/happy7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416386227479073282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Syrek581UgI/AAAAAAAAFRA/gsJr9tHliEc/s400/happy7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he actually saw it, it was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyrekgA0M_I/AAAAAAAAFQ4/hSMKxjukzlk/s1600-h/happy8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416386220516455410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyrekgA0M_I/AAAAAAAAFQ4/hSMKxjukzlk/s400/happy8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreOI_Tt_I/AAAAAAAAFQw/3EQPqv3Ri0E/s1600-h/happy5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416385836378994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreOI_Tt_I/AAAAAAAAFQw/3EQPqv3Ri0E/s400/happy5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; dollar it cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreN0ZgrfI/AAAAAAAAFQo/XqLXuCww1xA/s1600-h/happy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416385830851751410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreN0ZgrfI/AAAAAAAAFQo/XqLXuCww1xA/s400/happy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is going to make his future girlfriends giggle.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreNeRRFUI/AAAAAAAAFQg/lEl0XrYnMA0/s1600-h/happy3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416385824911594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreNeRRFUI/AAAAAAAAFQg/lEl0XrYnMA0/s400/happy3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreNMAW10I/AAAAAAAAFQY/uYSnq2u7AD4/s1600-h/happy4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416385820008830786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreNMAW10I/AAAAAAAAFQY/uYSnq2u7AD4/s400/happy4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think he liked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreMahKyGI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/uwFntk3G1Ls/s1600-h/happy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416385806724679778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyreMahKyGI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/uwFntk3G1Ls/s400/happy1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still can not believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD18-1wxI/AAAAAAAAFO4/p2h_rQ8DQus/s1600-h/DSC_0903-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416286464792445714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD18-1wxI/AAAAAAAAFO4/p2h_rQ8DQus/s400/DSC_0903-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry the lollipop is inside that egg shaped plastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD1bfDRUI/AAAAAAAAFOw/_TTwejW49-w/s1600-h/DSC_0926-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416286455800743234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD1bfDRUI/AAAAAAAAFOw/_TTwejW49-w/s400/DSC_0926-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Admiring his new James trains in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD1H1xqQI/AAAAAAAAFOo/xuCDIJjhG3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0069-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416286450527348994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD1H1xqQI/AAAAAAAAFOo/xuCDIJjhG3Y/s400/DSC_0069-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Thomas drum.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zaqui&lt;/span&gt; approves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD01VuSiI/AAAAAAAAFOg/WnLkJLC5erU/s1600-h/DSC_0085-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416286445561072162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD01VuSiI/AAAAAAAAFOg/WnLkJLC5erU/s400/DSC_0085-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt; his new Thomas watch.  Although now I can't get him to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD0akEmpI/AAAAAAAAFOY/iGt7uuK0mGA/s1600-h/DSC_0096-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416286438373497490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqD0akEmpI/AAAAAAAAFOY/iGt7uuK0mGA/s400/DSC_0096-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; gave me a spoon to takes bites right out of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB5BnIiWI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/drohi0vO3EU/s1600-h/DSC_0111-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416284318551542114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB5BnIiWI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/drohi0vO3EU/s400/DSC_0111-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it so cute how he tilts his head to look at the pictures on the side of the box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB4hFkJEI/AAAAAAAAFOI/p79OkhwVwSA/s1600-h/DSC_0126-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416284309820810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB4hFkJEI/AAAAAAAAFOI/p79OkhwVwSA/s400/DSC_0126-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I can not believe it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB4eykzMI/AAAAAAAAFOA/8i9yF9dqOmU/s1600-h/DSC_0137-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416284309204290754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB4eykzMI/AAAAAAAAFOA/8i9yF9dqOmU/s400/DSC_0137-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so excited about all his gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB4PhwI4I/AAAAAAAAFN4/zMXcHQdW8bA/s1600-h/DSC_0142-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416284305107198850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB4PhwI4I/AAAAAAAAFN4/zMXcHQdW8bA/s400/DSC_0142-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hurry up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; and open that train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB3tQVABI/AAAAAAAAFNw/BHi3y_pi_KQ/s1600-h/DSC_0185-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416284295907311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqB3tQVABI/AAAAAAAAFNw/BHi3y_pi_KQ/s400/DSC_0185-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking the time again.  Looks like time for more cake!  BTW...store made cake frosting does some crazy stuff to poo that can even stain a toddler's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhvsJCdFI/AAAAAAAAFL4/qN8okv2K1IE/s1600-h/DSC_0224-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414067542727750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhvsJCdFI/AAAAAAAAFL4/qN8okv2K1IE/s400/DSC_0224-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you try to take a picture of the boys together.  super silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhvSVvHqI/AAAAAAAAFLw/ZlbRUkOAoGc/s1600-h/DSC_0233-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414067535801687714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhvSVvHqI/AAAAAAAAFLw/ZlbRUkOAoGc/s400/DSC_0233-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those legs.  yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhu128dyI/AAAAAAAAFLo/3LZBSQRe8TM/s1600-h/DSC_0252-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414067528156346146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhu128dyI/AAAAAAAAFLo/3LZBSQRe8TM/s400/DSC_0252-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach learned how to walk a few weeks ago and he get more and more stable and quicker by the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhupwx7SI/AAAAAAAAFLg/LHdk7dNRZ1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0259-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414067524909264162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhupwx7SI/AAAAAAAAFLg/LHdk7dNRZ1Q/s400/DSC_0259-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach has been super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; and cries a lot when he doesn't get his way, which is often.  He also has an ear infection and a molar coming in.  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhuJssCvI/AAAAAAAAFLY/1wAn4aVeon4/s1600-h/DSC_0280-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414067516302166770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyKhuJssCvI/AAAAAAAAFLY/1wAn4aVeon4/s400/DSC_0280-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTO5g1NuI/AAAAAAAAFQI/sUzvxYlXlMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416303386032420578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTO5g1NuI/AAAAAAAAFQI/sUzvxYlXlMQ/s400/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hope everyone has a magnificent holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-3189898646828606740?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3189898646828606740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=3189898646828606740&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3189898646828606740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3189898646828606740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-jase.html' title='Happy Birthday Jase!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SyqTOQXhUuI/AAAAAAAAFQA/AKDUNMiZW9o/s72-c/DSC_0453-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3003289377289053055</id><published>2009-11-12T14:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:52:35.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jase meets his Idol</title><content type='html'>The weekend of Halloween we went to see Thomas the Tank Engine in real life!  When my mother sent me info that he would be less than an hour away, I knew that it was where we needed to be.  They had all sorts of fun stuff for the kids to do and then get pictures taken with Sir Topham Hatt and Thomas.  Every hour they had a train ride that last about 20 minutes with Thomas pushing and pulling the coaches.  Jase could not believe his eyes when Thomas came tooting his whistle.  He wanted so bad to touch him but they had the area roped off since he was a mobile engine.  He had a great time and didn't want to leave.  They had a tent selling all sorts of Thomas stuff and I would not allow Jase nor myself to go in the tent.  It's hard enough not buying everything I see in the stores.  My mother ended up buying him some stuff and some he will get on his birthday then Christmas.  If your child loves Thomas it is worth going just to see him in life size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxyaCFwY8I/AAAAAAAAFKc/46W-ADOT2Dk/s1600-h/DSC_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403319444500931522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxyaCFwY8I/AAAAAAAAFKc/46W-ADOT2Dk/s400/DSC_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase not too sure of Sir Topham Hatt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxyZiXQQ_I/AAAAAAAAFKU/G3WuaE5Mm9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403319435984389106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxyZiXQQ_I/AAAAAAAAFKU/G3WuaE5Mm9Y/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get in the photo with him.  Kind of creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxKXMtTeI/AAAAAAAAFKM/JhZc25v6FXk/s1600-h/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403318075777699298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxKXMtTeI/AAAAAAAAFKM/JhZc25v6FXk/s400/DSC_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxKH1kvpI/AAAAAAAAFKE/a2QwAoOTvTg/s1600-h/DSC_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403318071654137490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxKH1kvpI/AAAAAAAAFKE/a2QwAoOTvTg/s400/DSC_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had it set up for a professional photographer to take photos on this platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxJ0FNmGI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/sI1cRrAbcwI/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403318066351020130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxJ0FNmGI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/sI1cRrAbcwI/s400/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super excited and can not believe his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxJaktcMI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/8DII5ScdK6A/s1600-h/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403318059503808706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxJaktcMI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/8DII5ScdK6A/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach going along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxJW6ROfI/AAAAAAAAFJs/1A9TvPWUgMY/s1600-h/DSC_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403318058520492530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxxJW6ROfI/AAAAAAAAFJs/1A9TvPWUgMY/s400/DSC_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq12BDCVI/AAAAAAAAFJk/cHmab7EDXsU/s1600-h/DSC_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311126203271506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq12BDCVI/AAAAAAAAFJk/cHmab7EDXsU/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't want to sit with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq1rytDDI/AAAAAAAAFJc/RJmirpVyApM/s1600-h/DSC_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311123458755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq1rytDDI/AAAAAAAAFJc/RJmirpVyApM/s400/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I know why!  hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq1Nj972I/AAAAAAAAFJU/TYcxi9QMeq0/s1600-h/DSC_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311115343884130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq1Nj972I/AAAAAAAAFJU/TYcxi9QMeq0/s400/DSC_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was nap time so Zach was holding on to his blankie to keep him happy on the train ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq0f74CzI/AAAAAAAAFJE/z0qY-jPLYO0/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311103096130354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxq0f74CzI/AAAAAAAAFJE/z0qY-jPLYO0/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They played music and sang songs on the ride and made us clap our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxphjXxFlI/AAAAAAAAFI8/Y4oJvrgl-1w/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403309678089279058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxphjXxFlI/AAAAAAAAFI8/Y4oJvrgl-1w/s400/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He went back for a second trip to Sir Topham Hatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxphf85JfI/AAAAAAAAFI0/_UUuBRcWXEs/s1600-h/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403309677171254770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Svxphf85JfI/AAAAAAAAFI0/_UUuBRcWXEs/s400/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he had his picture taken by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxpgxXFWEI/AAAAAAAAFIs/ECo4HpISW-0/s1600-h/DSC_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403309664664639554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxpgxXFWEI/AAAAAAAAFIs/ECo4HpISW-0/s400/DSC_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach attempting to eat an apple.  He's my super picky eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxpgI_Dz-I/AAAAAAAAFIc/DJDAsw0cbsQ/s1600-h/DSC_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403309653826457570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxpgI_Dz-I/AAAAAAAAFIc/DJDAsw0cbsQ/s400/DSC_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had fun playing in the dirt so his pants had to come off.  Look at those muscular legs!  yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-3003289377289053055?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3003289377289053055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=3003289377289053055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3003289377289053055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/3003289377289053055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/jase-meets-his-idol.html' title='Jase meets his Idol'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvxyaCFwY8I/AAAAAAAAFKc/46W-ADOT2Dk/s72-c/DSC_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5553842114740884908</id><published>2009-11-05T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:36:18.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING---Ineffective cabinet lock product!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvMnNexs3VI/AAAAAAAAFHk/hi2PKbJfpd0/s1600-h/safety+1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400703490700664146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvMnNexs3VI/AAAAAAAAFHk/hi2PKbJfpd0/s400/safety+1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you own this above&lt;a href="http://www.safety1st.com/usa/eng/Products/Home-Safety/Latches-Locks/Details/1908-48391-Push-n-Snap-Cabinet-Lock-2-Pack"&gt; product&lt;/a&gt; I highly recommend throwing it away and replacing it with a better product for the safety of your children.  I thought this was a great product until Jase pulled on the cabinet handle and opened it and the safety latch just popped open with no effort!  I then locked it back and tried it again myself and it opened with hardly pulling on the cabinet doors.  I have four of them and they all do this.  I called Safety 1st and told them of my concern and they put it on record that I called and are sending me different lock called the Secure Close Handle Lock.  I looked online and found several reviews for this lock stating the same thing I discovered.  I hope they recall this item soon before there is a tragic accident as a result of it's faulty design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5553842114740884908?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5553842114740884908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5553842114740884908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5553842114740884908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5553842114740884908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/11/warning-ineffective-cabinet-lock.html' title='WARNING---Ineffective cabinet lock product!!!!!!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SvMnNexs3VI/AAAAAAAAFHk/hi2PKbJfpd0/s72-c/safety+1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-1968131092215355500</id><published>2009-11-03T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:07:48.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks past due</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-XgExpjJI/AAAAAAAAFHA/dfLnUf6LzXM/s1600-h/DSC_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399701055534107794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-XgExpjJI/AAAAAAAAFHA/dfLnUf6LzXM/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a good time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt;. This picture was taken several weeks ago but I thought it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Ws-2k59I/AAAAAAAAFG4/1dNYGeGbew4/s1600-h/DSC_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399700177770833874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Ws-2k59I/AAAAAAAAFG4/1dNYGeGbew4/s400/DSC_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running home to see mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Wskg0H0I/AAAAAAAAFGw/mouXZ_elyiw/s1600-h/DSC_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399700170700234562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Wskg0H0I/AAAAAAAAFGw/mouXZ_elyiw/s400/DSC_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those red cheeks. It was chilly outside while my mother and he walked the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-WsebvB3I/AAAAAAAAFGo/5NuMLe6iGXs/s1600-h/DSC_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399700169068316530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-WsebvB3I/AAAAAAAAFGo/5NuMLe6iGXs/s400/DSC_0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one nasty looking witch. I originally hung it from the light fixture in the dining room to see what Jase would do. Well he wanted her down so I hung her on the pantry door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-WsLP1SwI/AAAAAAAAFGg/70uW5z2o_AE/s1600-h/DSC_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399700163918121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-WsLP1SwI/AAAAAAAAFGg/70uW5z2o_AE/s400/DSC_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say he really liked her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-WrkupQ3I/AAAAAAAAFGY/FmuvJkVycrw/s1600-h/DSC_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399700153578374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-WrkupQ3I/AAAAAAAAFGY/FmuvJkVycrw/s400/DSC_0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have made some friends and joined the moms group and we went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; Patch that had a hay ride and farm animals and a corn maze (which we did not go through because I was afraid Jase would decide to get lost). He and the other children loved the farm animals and chased the chickens around for most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VZ92OteI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/91W8P7AXzc8/s1600-h/DSC_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399698751571801570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VZ92OteI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/91W8P7AXzc8/s400/DSC_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is coming back from going to the pig pen after chasing the chickens and roosters in there. He was not supposed to be there and luckily came back out before jumping in the mud pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VZuVbFtI/AAAAAAAAFGI/4kZm22Azw1s/s1600-h/DSC_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399698747407668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VZuVbFtI/AAAAAAAAFGI/4kZm22Azw1s/s400/DSC_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So he climbed up and watched from the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VZRgQ7wI/AAAAAAAAFGA/S_XsyRIVEgc/s1600-h/DSC_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399698739668512514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VZRgQ7wI/AAAAAAAAFGA/S_XsyRIVEgc/s400/DSC_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VYxzdfYI/AAAAAAAAFF4/Lwcr0tugrAY/s1600-h/DSC_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399698731159092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VYxzdfYI/AAAAAAAAFF4/Lwcr0tugrAY/s400/DSC_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys posing for a photo. You can tell Jase will be a protector when they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VYnvirwI/AAAAAAAAFFw/WLDyQakAioE/s1600-h/DSC_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399698728458301186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-VYnvirwI/AAAAAAAAFFw/WLDyQakAioE/s400/DSC_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yum. Zach has eight teeth now. He loves to dance and prefers adult music to children's music. He will swing his arms around and bounces up and down. He doesn't say any words yet but can do the signs for milk, eat, bath, sleep, fan, finished, daddy and blows kiss with making a clicking sound with his tongue!! I haven't really taught him any others but I need to since he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;' talking. He is very sweet but boy does he get angry when he is upset! He loves to cuddle and lay his head on your shoulder randomly. He pretty much goes to anyone that wants to hold him, including strangers. He is still just cruising and crawling but can stand on his own and has taken a couple of steps at one time but not more than that. He loves to try to get Jase's pacifier from him and suck on it. And when he can't get his way he screams and then lunges forward to bite you. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bitten&lt;/span&gt; several times trying to get him from biting Jase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-T0Yh53mI/AAAAAAAAFFo/LmT6Q7cb5n4/s1600-h/DSC_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697006387650146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-T0Yh53mI/AAAAAAAAFFo/LmT6Q7cb5n4/s400/DSC_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase sat for the entire hayride which is surprising since he has a mind of his own and wants to do things on his terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-T0NrbdSI/AAAAAAAAFFg/p7K8Hl8OJFw/s1600-h/DSC_0001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697003474810146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-T0NrbdSI/AAAAAAAAFFg/p7K8Hl8OJFw/s400/DSC_0001-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase was nervous about something but couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Here he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squatting&lt;/span&gt; looking from the other side of the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Tz45BlAI/AAAAAAAAFFY/hk1xl0qoz7A/s1600-h/DSC_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696997894689794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Tz45BlAI/AAAAAAAAFFY/hk1xl0qoz7A/s400/DSC_0002-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This old lady in the right side of photo thought he was cute and kept taking his picture. She said she was an artist and was going to paint his picture. She was very serious and not real sweet so she was hard to read. I should have gotten her name and number so I could buy a painting from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Tzg_bR8I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/CRWtjrV7bHg/s1600-h/DSC_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696991479089090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Tzg_bR8I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/CRWtjrV7bHg/s400/DSC_0004-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Zach was a little more brave but concerned about the same thing that Jase was hiding from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-TzB6GaAI/AAAAAAAAFFI/nfCBOqKzsa0/s1600-h/DSC_0006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696983135250434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-TzB6GaAI/AAAAAAAAFFI/nfCBOqKzsa0/s400/DSC_0006-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look mommy a spooky witch that moves when she senses movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Sa_Nw4ZI/AAAAAAAAFFA/uTzkUs3AMZo/s1600-h/DSC_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695470583931282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Sa_Nw4ZI/AAAAAAAAFFA/uTzkUs3AMZo/s400/DSC_0009-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really shouldn't put this shirt on Jase again until he gets his hair cut because it really confuses people on his gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SasVFFxI/AAAAAAAAFE4/G160PcVTB0U/s1600-h/DSC_0017-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695465514342162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SasVFFxI/AAAAAAAAFE4/G160PcVTB0U/s400/DSC_0017-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we were packed up a couple of weeks ago to visit my parents. We took the truck so that Jason could tow the golf cart and work on it with my dad. It's a tight squeeze in the back of the pickup truck. This was also Zach's first time in a forward facing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;. He now doesn't cry every single time I put him in his seat which makes my life just a little bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SabMA4KI/AAAAAAAAFEw/C7qZ6qgV52E/s1600-h/DSC_0042-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695460912914594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SabMA4KI/AAAAAAAAFEw/C7qZ6qgV52E/s400/DSC_0042-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful mother at a whopping 60 years old! And for those of you that remember what my dad looked like a few years ago, he is growing out his beard and hair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SaN7-RHI/AAAAAAAAFEo/3AgieiB2v6k/s1600-h/DSC_0057-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695457355973746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SaN7-RHI/AAAAAAAAFEo/3AgieiB2v6k/s400/DSC_0057-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious niece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Elektra&lt;/span&gt;. She was a good girl for dinner out for my mother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SZ_W5DMI/AAAAAAAAFEg/J2nF_Pygy9s/s1600-h/DSC_0103-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695453442346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-SZ_W5DMI/AAAAAAAAFEg/J2nF_Pygy9s/s400/DSC_0103-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble number 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Od_ZcAWI/AAAAAAAAFEY/LxnzNgaHxdA/s1600-h/DSC_0121-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691124125991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Od_ZcAWI/AAAAAAAAFEY/LxnzNgaHxdA/s400/DSC_0121-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase wearing his old spider costume hat that Zach wore for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; this year. Jase wore it when he was 11 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdjJxSFI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/kVFmN6oCYAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0128-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691116544084050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdjJxSFI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/kVFmN6oCYAQ/s400/DSC_0128-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;luscious&lt;/span&gt; locks. I have been told by several people that I need to cut his hair. Maybe for his third birthday we will do that but we will see how much I actually let them cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdV75yhI/AAAAAAAAFEI/ihJO3pVBHe8/s1600-h/DSC_0131-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691112996260370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdV75yhI/AAAAAAAAFEI/ihJO3pVBHe8/s400/DSC_0131-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cheapo mask I bought that did not look as cute on me as it did on Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdCUepaI/AAAAAAAAFEA/o9io3YBPHb8/s1600-h/DSC_0151-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691107730630050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdCUepaI/AAAAAAAAFEA/o9io3YBPHb8/s400/DSC_0151-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase dressed up as a skeleton for Halloween. He was so cooperative when I went to put some makeup on him. Here he is puckering his lips. He was so excited that he kept smiling which made me mess up on the skeleton teeth a bit but he looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdGjtgmI/AAAAAAAAFD4/olpjC_mroh0/s1600-h/DSC_0154-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691108868260450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-OdGjtgmI/AAAAAAAAFD4/olpjC_mroh0/s400/DSC_0154-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do play makeup more often. He would never stay this still for anything else. the look in his eyes is so cute. And no he does not have white makeup on the rest of his face. He is just that pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MpZ4WMcI/AAAAAAAAFDw/sWFM6cSNQm8/s1600-h/DSC_0157-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689121190261186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MpZ4WMcI/AAAAAAAAFDw/sWFM6cSNQm8/s400/DSC_0157-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at himself in the mirror was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MpEWk_bI/AAAAAAAAFDo/96zVKGlwLkA/s1600-h/DSC_0166-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689115411479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MpEWk_bI/AAAAAAAAFDo/96zVKGlwLkA/s400/DSC_0166-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be a spooky skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Mo3jyZKI/AAAAAAAAFDg/UkDOPGO9DKk/s1600-h/DSC_0169-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689111977223330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-Mo3jyZKI/AAAAAAAAFDg/UkDOPGO9DKk/s400/DSC_0169-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious business here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MopiN38I/AAAAAAAAFDY/9GS6YMKkHzU/s1600-h/DSC_0171-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689108212539330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MopiN38I/AAAAAAAAFDY/9GS6YMKkHzU/s400/DSC_0171-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first Zach did not like his brother's spooky face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MobU94jI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/LDKLRjK2t0A/s1600-h/DSC_0175-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689104398869042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-MobU94jI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/LDKLRjK2t0A/s400/DSC_0175-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he was okay with it. Jase only lasted to the end of the driveway in the wagon. He wanted to walk the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K4g2NscI/AAAAAAAAFDI/zC3N9In6eUM/s1600-h/DSC_0221-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687181735145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K4g2NscI/AAAAAAAAFDI/zC3N9In6eUM/s400/DSC_0221-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dressed in her cow costume pulling Zach along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K4SRwsjI/AAAAAAAAFDA/2gWFyXPyVcg/s1600-h/DSC_0243-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687177824154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K4SRwsjI/AAAAAAAAFDA/2gWFyXPyVcg/s400/DSC_0243-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looked so adorable and said Trick or Treat in a loud voice at every house. Some people were dressed scary and would be cautious but not afraid. At one house this man was dressed as the Grim Reaper and was really freaky but all Jase said was "hi skeleton" in his high pitched cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K4BYjdrI/AAAAAAAAFC4/o0mJcItmF8E/s1600-h/DSC_0226-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687173289244338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K4BYjdrI/AAAAAAAAFC4/o0mJcItmF8E/s400/DSC_0226-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are waiting our turn for candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K3nzzNII/AAAAAAAAFCw/qXrgIHOebB4/s1600-h/DSC_0245-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687166424200322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K3nzzNII/AAAAAAAAFCw/qXrgIHOebB4/s400/DSC_0245-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Jase's first time trick or treating and he did awesome. He held my hand the entire time and really enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K3S1fGzI/AAAAAAAAFCo/ib0J4L7jKxY/s1600-h/DSC_0248-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687160794127154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-K3S1fGzI/AAAAAAAAFCo/ib0J4L7jKxY/s400/DSC_0248-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach had a good time riding in the wagon. There was one house that the lady put candy in his basket and he looked inside and started digging for the candy. It was so funny to see. He does like to eat lollipops but prefers salty foods over sweet foods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn0MsWAhdPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn0MsWAhdPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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due'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Su-XgExpjJI/AAAAAAAAFHA/dfLnUf6LzXM/s72-c/DSC_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5194792561445724849</id><published>2009-10-21T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:10:07.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/St9qn66w0qI/AAAAAAAAFBs/23dElNV4kkA/s1600-h/IMG00200-20091021-1611-707432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/St24TlRRQ-I/AAAAAAAAFBk/HKklodyAHK0/s1600-h/IMG00186-20091019-2021-722643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/St24TlRRQ-I/AAAAAAAAFBk/HKklodyAHK0/s320/IMG00186-20091019-2021-722643.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394670575221294050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Poor guy broke out in hives which led us to after-hours doctor.   He is all better today but suffering double ear infection.&lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-111287787347380714?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/111287787347380714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=111287787347380714&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/111287787347380714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/111287787347380714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/zach-had-reaction-to-antibiotics.html' title='Zach had reaction to antibiotics'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/St24TlRRQ-I/AAAAAAAAFBk/HKklodyAHK0/s72-c/IMG00186-20091019-2021-722643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3350982203488815088</id><published>2009-10-16T16:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:08:32.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had some great company come to visit. We went to the fair twice this week since the boys had fall break from school. We went to Monkey Joe's and today we went to a Pumpkin Patch with the mom's group. Zach has been on and off with a fever for almost a week and both boys have runny noses. Zach had his one year check up and got all those nasty shots. He didn't cry the first or the second shots then by the third one he started to get ticked off and then started to cry. I had heard of babies not crying but I thought that was insane. So if he had only had two shots he would have been one of "those" babies. He weighs 26.6 lbs, is 31 inches tall and he has a big ole noggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbn64J97I/AAAAAAAAFBc/9yKohhArDwE/s1600-h/DSC_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393302032642340786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbn64J97I/AAAAAAAAFBc/9yKohhArDwE/s400/DSC_0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Women pay good money for hair like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbnu5wWRI/AAAAAAAAFBU/aXm9eXJLG6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393302029427824914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbnu5wWRI/AAAAAAAAFBU/aXm9eXJLG6Y/s400/DSC_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagon is popping a wheelie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjbnQRT3zI/AAAAAAAAFBM/zgybEreku8g/s1600-h/DSC_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393302021205122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjbnQRT3zI/AAAAAAAAFBM/zgybEreku8g/s400/DSC_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and off he goes down the little hill in our yard. He loves this so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbmx-q8eI/AAAAAAAAFBE/vVzIJekThec/s1600-h/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393302013073879522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbmx-q8eI/AAAAAAAAFBE/vVzIJekThec/s400/DSC_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times out in the yard with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbmb_fPWI/AAAAAAAAFA8/XhYrHUcgXIc/s1600-h/DSC_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393302007171726690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjbmb_fPWI/AAAAAAAAFA8/XhYrHUcgXIc/s400/DSC_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the pink mark on his face from his injury a few weeks ago. I forgot to mention it in the birthday post. Jase burnt his face on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; that I was changing. He got angry at me and charged me and his face hit the bulb I was holding. Just goes to show how delicate their skin really is. The doctor prescribed special burn medicine for it and he kept a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt; on it (which I could not believe) and it healed nicely. Now we just have to wait for it to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjae0F1CQI/AAAAAAAAFA0/J2z2sJXl-eM/s1600-h/DSC_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300776690190594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Stjae0F1CQI/AAAAAAAAFA0/J2z2sJXl-eM/s400/DSC_0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mouth says it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjaesiYzmI/AAAAAAAAFAs/F01wz2klmmE/s1600-h/DSC_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300774662491746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjaesiYzmI/AAAAAAAAFAs/F01wz2klmmE/s400/DSC_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase got some new Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rain boots&lt;/span&gt; for all these rainy days. He loves them but luckily he doesn't request to wear them day and night. at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjaeK928XI/AAAAAAAAFAk/dU2fGjWtjkY/s1600-h/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300765650907506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjaeK928XI/AAAAAAAAFAk/dU2fGjWtjkY/s400/DSC_0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's all smiles and he does this funny thing where he will either close his eyes when someone tries to talk to him or he looks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjadjTV2rI/AAAAAAAAFAc/j_LOs63qoks/s1600-h/DSC_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300755003595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/StjadjTV2rI/AAAAAAAAFAc/j_LOs63qoks/s400/DSC_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase with Zach's hamper. He kept walking and running into things trying to get to me. 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Both sets of grandparents came, Jason's brother and his family and my family were here as well.  Zach was so happy about his party and didn't cry at all, not even during the singing.  Poor Jase was quite overwhelmed with all the company and spent most of the day screaming and freaking out.  It was so awesome to have all the family here to celebrate the special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSOPqMKeI/AAAAAAAAE_c/qujeXHX8fcI/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928833800645090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSOPqMKeI/AAAAAAAAE_c/qujeXHX8fcI/s400/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is still just cruising around and crawling.  There have been a few times that I have seen him standing on his own but as soon as he realizes what he is doing he sits down immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSN1qHtVI/AAAAAAAAE_U/qR4lpoObx6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928826821031250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSN1qHtVI/AAAAAAAAE_U/qR4lpoObx6Q/s400/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is finally getting his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eighth&lt;/span&gt; tooth on the bottom.  He has had seven teeth for several months with no sign of more till today.  On top of that his nose is runny and he has fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSNXEN4rI/AAAAAAAAE_M/dEg7LnYThM0/s1600-h/DSC_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928818608988850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSNXEN4rI/AAAAAAAAE_M/dEg7LnYThM0/s400/DSC_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSNGEPZXI/AAAAAAAAE_E/ZGtSRVsRUew/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928814045685106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSNGEPZXI/AAAAAAAAE_E/ZGtSRVsRUew/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSMjvOBJI/AAAAAAAAE-8/cS4J4GyRLbg/s1600-h/DSC_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928804830708882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSMjvOBJI/AAAAAAAAE-8/cS4J4GyRLbg/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just LOVE this picture.  It is going to be one of those pictures that the kids look at when they are adults and laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQlqNuRqI/AAAAAAAAE-0/yM117htyn5c/s1600-h/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927037042738850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQlqNuRqI/AAAAAAAAE-0/yM117htyn5c/s400/DSC_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is talking so much and just talks and talks non-stop.  He loves to go to school and is doing really well with not crying at all.  He still loves Thomas the Tank Engine and Dora and Little Einsteins.  He still plays in his room without complaints when we put him to bed and turns out the light when he is ready to go to sleep.  If it's too late then we go in there and sit on the bed till he falls asleep.  He loves to read his books and play with his trains that it can keep him up really late sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQlNkt68I/AAAAAAAAE-s/YVd2CEPuau0/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927029354556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQlNkt68I/AAAAAAAAE-s/YVd2CEPuau0/s400/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQkk2klkI/AAAAAAAAE-k/z8NpLuWu_yA/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927018423588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQkk2klkI/AAAAAAAAE-k/z8NpLuWu_yA/s400/DSC_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big boy with his cake that my sister made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQkb0gu4I/AAAAAAAAE-c/T-vEff0p2gQ/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927015999028098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQkb0gu4I/AAAAAAAAE-c/T-vEff0p2gQ/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously the cutest cake...EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQjx74reI/AAAAAAAAE-U/o8GZzD9IqX4/s1600-h/DSC_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927004755668450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslQjx74reI/AAAAAAAAE-U/o8GZzD9IqX4/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud parents and birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPawhu5wI/AAAAAAAAE-M/6-eOxJ-a2Ec/s1600-h/DSC_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388925750247089922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPawhu5wI/AAAAAAAAE-M/6-eOxJ-a2Ec/s400/DSC_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPaQlyK1I/AAAAAAAAE-E/i_mt9XLttuU/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPZ8DbSlI/AAAAAAAAE98/VAKfLD-jAoQ/s1600-h/DSC_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388925736161331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPZ8DbSlI/AAAAAAAAE98/VAKfLD-jAoQ/s400/DSC_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPZgb2OVI/AAAAAAAAE90/Un6ABKLIDDA/s1600-h/DSC_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388925728747567442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPZgb2OVI/AAAAAAAAE90/Un6ABKLIDDA/s400/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He liked sticking his finger in the cake and then licking the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPZU01ofI/AAAAAAAAE9s/_E1C3Wtvsrk/s1600-h/DSC_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388925725631160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslPZU01ofI/AAAAAAAAE9s/_E1C3Wtvsrk/s400/DSC_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy had to help him get into his cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNXlc5_XI/AAAAAAAAE9k/KlQEUyBgrks/s1600-h/DSC_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388923496711191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNXlc5_XI/AAAAAAAAE9k/KlQEUyBgrks/s400/DSC_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big brother checking things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNXIlFjNI/AAAAAAAAE9c/HMBD-yYxgho/s1600-h/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388923488960875730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNXIlFjNI/AAAAAAAAE9c/HMBD-yYxgho/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's all good with a cupcake in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNWz8LTOI/AAAAAAAAE9U/OubUKWXnS9U/s1600-h/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388923483420576994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNWz8LTOI/AAAAAAAAE9U/OubUKWXnS9U/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNWVXGdPI/AAAAAAAAE9M/UuBIOCOBNFw/s1600-h/DSC_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388923475212006642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNWVXGdPI/AAAAAAAAE9M/UuBIOCOBNFw/s400/DSC_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He liked the presents but his favorites was one of the bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNV0q4MWI/AAAAAAAAE9E/2SU22fVAMic/s1600-h/DSC_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388923466436587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslNV0q4MWI/AAAAAAAAE9E/2SU22fVAMic/s400/DSC_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gift table.  Check out the artwork on the gifts my sister and her boyfriend gave.  He painted them with hints to what was inside the packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslLAcErjgI/AAAAAAAAE88/yPC9C4BmfB4/s1600-h/DSC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920900033416706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslLAcErjgI/AAAAAAAAE88/yPC9C4BmfB4/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The present from my parents was a big hit.  Good thing we have no furniture because it was super easy to walk around the house to keep them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK_1wv4WI/AAAAAAAAE80/ca9RI6ty0HU/s1600-h/DSC_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920889749266786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK_1wv4WI/AAAAAAAAE80/ca9RI6ty0HU/s400/DSC_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister and the Man of the Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK_d4vtpI/AAAAAAAAE8s/JysvO-ZUkm8/s1600-h/DSC_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920883340359314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK_d4vtpI/AAAAAAAAE8s/JysvO-ZUkm8/s400/DSC_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how much Jase weighs currently but it amazes me that he is so heavy but you can see his ribs and he isn't "fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK-4R2asI/AAAAAAAAE8k/0ylUEaBWLoA/s1600-h/DSC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920873245108930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK-4R2asI/AAAAAAAAE8k/0ylUEaBWLoA/s400/DSC_0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone having a good time in the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK-hc300I/AAAAAAAAE8c/hSoaLQPixFU/s1600-h/DSC_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920867117323074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslK-hc300I/AAAAAAAAE8c/hSoaLQPixFU/s400/DSC_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach loves to point, even if it's at nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-7586752440112189584?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7586752440112189584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=7586752440112189584&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7586752440112189584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7586752440112189584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-who-is-big-o-n-e.html' title='Guess who is the BIG O-N-E!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SslSOPqMKeI/AAAAAAAAE_c/qujeXHX8fcI/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2056140010931046069</id><published>2009-09-16T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:46:51.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Zach is officially finished with his ISR swim lessons.  He had to do a test where he had to wear his clothing including a regular diaper and shoes.  He did so amazing.  She even took his soaking wet shirt off and placed his over his face while he was on his back in the water.  He immediately took it off and kept floating.  My camera lost memory space before I could capture this on video.  :(  So typical, right?!  Jase is going to take a few more weeks but she says he will get it eventually.  He just likes to play in the water and isn't afraid which makes it hard for him to learn to "survive" since he doesn't feel any threat.  I will be so happy when he is finished because it's frustrating packing them into the car every afternoon and not letting them eat till after the lesson.  At least now it's just Jase I have to worry about starving.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gY16i4SpREw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gY16i4SpREw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I went to the UGA v S.Carolina game.  It's a two hour drive but was worth it since he and I had a blast.  We got to walk alone together holding hands like the old days.  This is my favorite picture of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SrGSyDzsCkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/C45gdfOiXe4/s1600-h/DSCN0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SrGSyDzsCkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/C45gdfOiXe4/s320/DSCN0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/28236690-2056140010931046069?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2056140010931046069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=2056140010931046069&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2056140010931046069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2056140010931046069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SrGSyDzsCkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/C45gdfOiXe4/s72-c/DSCN0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-6649326838832813530</id><published>2009-09-09T21:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:20:55.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling right in</title><content type='html'>Life has been quite busy and fun the past few weeks. The boys continue to have their daily swim lessons. Zach will be possibly done this Friday!! Jase on the other hand still has at least a couple more weeks. He has discovered that it's easier to lift his head out of water instead of rolling back over to his back to rest and get his breath. The instructor says that he is not afraid of the water and that is the problem we are having. He isn't afraid of getting water in his mouth and swallowing it. Cross our fingers that he gets it soon! He isn't allowed to swim outside of the lessons until he "gets it". The boys have been going to preschool and are doing great. Jase is now very excited about going and doesn't even look back when they take him out of the car in the drop off line. What a huge difference from a couple weeks ago. Zach is having fun and doesn't cry much while he is there. I don't expect him not to cry because he cries when he is with me. It is such a wonderful break for me to have those six hours by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR_FwSBbI/AAAAAAAAE5s/pcfkdgBwMH8/s1600-h/DSCN0597%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379639899212350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR_FwSBbI/AAAAAAAAE5s/pcfkdgBwMH8/s400/DSCN0597%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I joined a mom's group to get together with some other women with children the same age as ours. We have played at the playground at Burger King once and last week we went to a Fire Station. It was really neat to go into the fire station and see where the action takes place. Jase was a wild man and was very excited to see other children his size. While other kids stand next to their mothers, he walks around looking at what ever he wants to see and gets irritated with me if I tell him to stay. So I look forward to more playgroups at playgrounds where he can run around till he drops and I don't have to worry as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR-rz-TVI/AAAAAAAAE5k/KETKHWwqs7o/s1600-h/DSCN0599%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379639892248513874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR-rz-TVI/AAAAAAAAE5k/KETKHWwqs7o/s400/DSCN0599%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase was very nervous when we put him in the fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR-A50_GI/AAAAAAAAE5c/NyQfZZfry2w/s1600-h/DSCN0601%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379639880730344546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR-A50_GI/AAAAAAAAE5c/NyQfZZfry2w/s400/DSCN0601%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach wasn't too sure either but didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR96chmYI/AAAAAAAAE5U/RU_YbK9Pcps/s1600-h/DSCN0598%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379639878996826498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR96chmYI/AAAAAAAAE5U/RU_YbK9Pcps/s400/DSCN0598%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the few photos that I have with me and the boys! Too bad I am the only one looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR9WDXEUI/AAAAAAAAE5M/PMqvJ2beJk0/s1600-h/DSCN0586%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379639869227602242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR9WDXEUI/AAAAAAAAE5M/PMqvJ2beJk0/s400/DSCN0586%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once a week we go to Monkey Joe's (which is an inflatable jumping place). He loves it and it pretty much releases about a tenth of his energy. His favorite is a very tall slide and he goes up and down over and over and over. There was one that once you go in you can't see your child till they come out and he used to be really afraid of it. I actually had to lift him out of it over my head one time when he was screaming in fright. But this weekend he went in and was fine and kept going in an actually stayed in there for quite sometime. At first I thought he must have exited without me seeing but then he came down the slide. Who knows what he was doing in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaY9OBRMI/AAAAAAAAE40/1O7idc7Ze5w/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379156558481540290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaY9OBRMI/AAAAAAAAE40/1O7idc7Ze5w/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple times a week after Jason gets home from work he takes the boys for a golf ride through the neighborhood. Jason is liking his job and really enjoys the guy he works with. We haven't made any friends in the neighborhood yet. Jason has talked to a couple of them but I am rarely outside to see any of them. It's a very quiet neighborhood and it seems that many family has older children living with them or the children have left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaYtMswII/AAAAAAAAE4s/TED-lvxC044/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379156554181034114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaYtMswII/AAAAAAAAE4s/TED-lvxC044/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys absolutely LOVE riding on the golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaX7TvGyI/AAAAAAAAE4k/3Tf5gv2oxc8/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379156540788775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaX7TvGyI/AAAAAAAAE4k/3Tf5gv2oxc8/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I love this photo. Check out Zach's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379156563792076978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaZRAJoLI/AAAAAAAAE48/1Xpcyo7Zr6g/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I have made friend's with one of the mother's in Jase's class. So we thought we would make it fun for the boys to get together outside of school so that they would feel more comfortable at school and get excited when they saw each other. She is the first person I have met that is actually someone I could really hang out with other than with our kids. It is really nice to have someone with a child Jase's age to do girl things with and mom things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379156572822908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqaaZypRL5I/AAAAAAAAE5E/14hwpjhPQZo/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase really loved pushing this around and around better than being on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW05jmdV1I/AAAAAAAAE30/rJSZAeWm6zQ/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904230866016082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW05jmdV1I/AAAAAAAAE30/rJSZAeWm6zQ/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach just relaxing watching the other children play. He does real good sitting in his stroller but will get upset if it's too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW05HOrl7I/AAAAAAAAE3s/LAbJjPbcvgw/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904223250094002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW05HOrl7I/AAAAAAAAE3s/LAbJjPbcvgw/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it that when ever I see this photo I think of future broken bones and stitches in my future? He is all boy and thinks he is real big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW048j8GXI/AAAAAAAAE3k/6G5mD343hmc/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904220386466162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW048j8GXI/AAAAAAAAE3k/6G5mD343hmc/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW04QWLVTI/AAAAAAAAE3c/9OvCOi6svJo/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904208517584178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW04QWLVTI/AAAAAAAAE3c/9OvCOi6svJo/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does like to push this truck several times throughout the day. Look at that leg and foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW034QNgJI/AAAAAAAAE3U/_0JoCl4Y52A/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904202050109586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqW034QNgJI/AAAAAAAAE3U/_0JoCl4Y52A/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is still just crawling and pushing random objects around the floor. Not sure when this guy will walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzg8tkebI/AAAAAAAAE3M/w7BQWx4IS3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902708598372786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzg8tkebI/AAAAAAAAE3M/w7BQWx4IS3Y/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin came to visit with Jack (almost 5 yrs old) and Bowen (2 years old)this past weekend. This is what I found around the corner one afternoon. The boys all sitting together and Zach screeching with pleasure. We had a great time with them visiting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzgd0RBII/AAAAAAAAE3E/NyJraKn8kxY/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902700304958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzgd0RBII/AAAAAAAAE3E/NyJraKn8kxY/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wild crazy boys! Hey Bowen, that's not your pacifier!! Little rascal kept taking Zach's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bobo&lt;/span&gt; and sharing it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzfx3_p8I/AAAAAAAAE28/nuMUB2HWyrE/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902688509437890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzfx3_p8I/AAAAAAAAE28/nuMUB2HWyrE/s400/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother bought Jase a costume. We were afraid that he would be scared of it but he loved it and wore it for over an hour, except for the mask part. He sure is a cute spooky skeleton. Jase is speaking non-stop. His teacher told me that he was so smart, she coudn't believe it. He knows all his colors and the alphabet (all the time) and 1-10 and can count to twenty. I told her I needed to teach him to be able to recognize numbers larger than 10 and she told me not to teach him too much because that wouldn't leave much for her! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzfojPwwI/AAAAAAAAE20/lM2ssbmSSJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902686006493954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzfojPwwI/AAAAAAAAE20/lM2ssbmSSJ8/s400/DSC_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach has learned that screaming is a fun thing to do and does it whenever Jase screams and on his own for fun and for frustration purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzfAGKW7I/AAAAAAAAE2s/H5xFcHXixMg/s1600-h/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902675147086770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqWzfAGKW7I/AAAAAAAAE2s/H5xFcHXixMg/s400/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach has learned to sign eat, sleep and milk. He signs milk when he first wakes up and it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJ_UT-PFg_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJ_UT-PFg_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case the video can't be viewed above. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ_UT-PFg_s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ_UT-PFg_s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-793f00963ad7b5f1" 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://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D793f00963ad7b5f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FAA262AF6819BE5D12BB1DE49C571AE4586638D.6B56383EF0E1547B7DC68CFEAFC3E933F769B0D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D793f00963ad7b5f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhmPHR_laq3oeazkb0jNig_I5WE4&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://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D793f00963ad7b5f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FAA262AF6819BE5D12BB1DE49C571AE4586638D.6B56383EF0E1547B7DC68CFEAFC3E933F769B0D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D793f00963ad7b5f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhmPHR_laq3oeazkb0jNig_I5WE4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-6649326838832813530?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6649326838832813530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=6649326838832813530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/6649326838832813530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/6649326838832813530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Settling right in'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SqhR_FwSBbI/AAAAAAAAE5s/pcfkdgBwMH8/s72-c/DSCN0597%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-4296102357688057571</id><published>2009-08-11T10:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:06:56.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6qJ-FWoI/AAAAAAAAE1E/66_xsYdT3wc/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707095451753090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6qJ-FWoI/AAAAAAAAE1E/66_xsYdT3wc/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where Jase hangs out a lot of the day. We eat breakfast and snacks here. Sometimes even lunch. He likes to stand there because he can see me and the TV when it's on. He will play with his toys and read books there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6piiB2oI/AAAAAAAAE08/MsdnWzMInrc/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707084865100418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6piiB2oI/AAAAAAAAE08/MsdnWzMInrc/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the beach with some great friends who have children around our children's ages. They are so cute to see interact together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6pTQkOeI/AAAAAAAAE00/enFYoaRBPic/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707080765323746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6pTQkOeI/AAAAAAAAE00/enFYoaRBPic/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What better than friends for life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6pPS8KbI/AAAAAAAAE0s/GntNdInEOyA/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707079701539250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6pPS8KbI/AAAAAAAAE0s/GntNdInEOyA/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They thought this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt; was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6o3VVkdI/AAAAAAAAE0k/8mvOPen8hjQ/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707073269141970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6o3VVkdI/AAAAAAAAE0k/8mvOPen8hjQ/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase showing the boys how to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4yO--LnI/AAAAAAAAE0c/qHF8fL2PXss/s1600-h/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705035213352562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4yO--LnI/AAAAAAAAE0c/qHF8fL2PXss/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach watching the boys play in the kiddie pool. I forgot to mention that Zach weighed 24.3 lbs at his last well check appointment. No shots...thank goodness, it is so sad to do that to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4xoAbN3I/AAAAAAAAE0M/Nx8HBzKLFgE/s1600-h/DSC_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705024750466930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4xoAbN3I/AAAAAAAAE0M/Nx8HBzKLFgE/s400/DSC_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase wearing daddy's sunglasses. This pool was only 1 1/2 feet deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4xOAsZyI/AAAAAAAAE0E/Gtdnhvl7oss/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705017772271394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4xOAsZyI/AAAAAAAAE0E/Gtdnhvl7oss/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How awesome is this for the kids?!?! They had a blast. It was on the fourth floor roof that was extended out from the condos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4wl-Ir1I/AAAAAAAAEz8/zHeFCY7LrAc/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705007024123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF4wl-Ir1I/AAAAAAAAEz8/zHeFCY7LrAc/s400/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure who had more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2S5E3l-I/AAAAAAAAEz0/JQNHypvMjjg/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702297733306338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2S5E3l-I/AAAAAAAAEz0/JQNHypvMjjg/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful butterfly slide. Check out the view of the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2SgfeXgI/AAAAAAAAEzs/MFfylUEtXv0/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702291134012930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2SgfeXgI/AAAAAAAAEzs/MFfylUEtXv0/s400/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pool worked out great. Jase will no longer be able to use any flotation device since it will mess up his new skills of water survival that he is learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2SGhHx4I/AAAAAAAAEzk/7gx_By4ii2g/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702284161599362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2SGhHx4I/AAAAAAAAEzk/7gx_By4ii2g/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just watching the boys...still. Mommy why can't we get in?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2R3JFagI/AAAAAAAAEzc/mUOGFUAJdUw/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702280034249218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2R3JFagI/AAAAAAAAEzc/mUOGFUAJdUw/s400/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase's language and communication is really really growing by the day. He can say any word and I call him my little echo. He knows how to ask questions and answer some of my questions. Soon we will be able to have conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2RkhOp1I/AAAAAAAAEzU/33PM9IwRJgc/s1600-h/DSC_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702275035244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF2RkhOp1I/AAAAAAAAEzU/33PM9IwRJgc/s400/DSC_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is a happy boy and smiles all the time. He is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuddler&lt;/span&gt; too and lays his head down on your chest or shoulder. He is vocal and grunts to talk but mostly happy as a lark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0A6hyHiI/AAAAAAAAEzE/oh9t6B2PaTE/s1600-h/DSC_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368699789862116898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0A6hyHiI/AAAAAAAAEzE/oh9t6B2PaTE/s400/DSC_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to the condo we all sat outside on the patio and talked. It was so late but there was no way Jase was going to be able to sleep yet. So while we were out there he pointed below us to the water and said "Look the E is coming out of the water". Needless to say, it took the adults several minutes to figure out what he was talking about. After that, it was all we saw too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0Ar_6SRI/AAAAAAAAEy8/q2mejADrIRc/s1600-h/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368699785961949458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0Ar_6SRI/AAAAAAAAEy8/q2mejADrIRc/s400/DSC_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of our view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0ASk2paI/AAAAAAAAEy0/w7NpQJH0wHk/s1600-h/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368699779137578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0ASk2paI/AAAAAAAAEy0/w7NpQJH0wHk/s400/DSC_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The also had the largest water show in America at this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0AAu92jI/AAAAAAAAEys/w5Gc1TiYYRs/s1600-h/DSC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368699774348155442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF0AAu92jI/AAAAAAAAEys/w5Gc1TiYYRs/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwpxiZ6BI/AAAAAAAAEyk/AcIel4pXYtA/s1600-h/DSC_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696093776930834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwpxiZ6BI/AAAAAAAAEyk/AcIel4pXYtA/s400/DSC_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big strong squeeze hug from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwphvRbTI/AAAAAAAAEyc/G7Dx1gdinhU/s1600-h/DSC_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696089535933746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwphvRbTI/AAAAAAAAEyc/G7Dx1gdinhU/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to pack up and leave. Great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwpeP5sXI/AAAAAAAAEyU/t53a1sve1eQ/s1600-h/DSC_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696088599048562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwpeP5sXI/AAAAAAAAEyU/t53a1sve1eQ/s400/DSC_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating some cereal before his first day of preschool. He did great. No tears from either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwo_DywhI/AAAAAAAAEyM/R9DCJafsCFY/s1600-h/DSC_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696080226763282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwo_DywhI/AAAAAAAAEyM/R9DCJafsCFY/s400/DSC_0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy is so silly taking so many pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwovBTfQI/AAAAAAAAEyE/5WTDRXyo8b0/s1600-h/DSC_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696075921358082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoFwovBTfQI/AAAAAAAAEyE/5WTDRXyo8b0/s400/DSC_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase has this Thomas coloring book. We were flipping through the pages and he says "Look mommy it's Henry" I was stunned that he knew which one it was since there were no colors and he looked like many of the other trains. So I asked him "Well how did you know it was Henry if there is no color on the pages?" (knowing he would not be able to answer me because he never had before) so then he says "Henry is number 5" I just sat there for a few seconds and was shocked! He answered me, that means he did know what the heck I was saying! Wow. (Sorry for sideways picture but could not figure out how to straighten it once I downloaded it to blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-4296102357688057571?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4296102357688057571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=4296102357688057571&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4296102357688057571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4296102357688057571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-boys.html' title='Big boys'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SoF6qJ-FWoI/AAAAAAAAE1E/66_xsYdT3wc/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2854692642758870278</id><published>2009-08-02T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:15:33.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last two weeks have been full of events.  Jason and I both had our birthdays.  I tried to cook a special dinner for us for Jason's birthday.  Along with little boogers at my ankles slowing me down, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; took forever that I wanted to make into twice baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; so we just had regular baked potatoes and then the grill caught fire but luckily did not damage it.  So for my birthday we went out to eat.  We went to Japanese Steak house which was so good but Jase FREAKED out when they lit the grill on fire.  Poor guy about tipped over the high chair trying to get away and was screaming and the look of terror on his face was so pitiful.  For ten minutes afterwards he held onto my arm leaning his head on me saying "it's okay mommy, you right (you're alright)".  I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; bad.  My sister came this weekend and got to see our house for the first time and it was wonderful to have her here.  I registered the boys in preschool and they start in one week.  I can now go grocery shopping by myself and am so excited about it!  Jase will go three mornings a week and Zach will go to two mornings for three hours a each day.  Tomorrow also starts the beginning of the boys swimming lessons.  It is through a program called &lt;a href="http://www.infantswim.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ISR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It is going to be at 4-6 week program with 10 minute lessons everyday of the work week for the amount of weeks it takes for the children to learn the skills to survive.  These are not your ordinary swim lessons.   Check out the link if you are interested in learning more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8_Sol5I/AAAAAAAAEZI/RHAT8QMdXTc/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365532029421655954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8_Sol5I/AAAAAAAAEZI/RHAT8QMdXTc/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do you get when you leave Zach's bowl of food to close to him?  A real messy boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8mHD-yI/AAAAAAAAEZA/pC9AjIj_A0k/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365532022662232866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8mHD-yI/AAAAAAAAEZA/pC9AjIj_A0k/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach is really scooting himself around when he lets you put him down.  He loves to dance and when we are in the car he will push his feet against the back of the seat when he is really jamming out.  We listen to children's music, my music stations and the Black Eyed Peas CD which is the boys favorite.  Jase's is also trying to learn the beats and words to the songs.  Boom Boom Pow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8TpcAYI/AAAAAAAAEY4/7Dych_-gFK0/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365532017706140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8TpcAYI/AAAAAAAAEY4/7Dych_-gFK0/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach's pincer skills are really good and he loves to pick up all sorts of things, including nasty bugs outside.  My sister was so traumatized when he did this while in her care.  I had seen the dead bug outside so I knew why she was so upset.  It was huge!  We have been doing a few signs with Zach and he has caught on to the "eat" sign and uses the back of his hand and hits his mouth and makes the sound "ah ah ah". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8KV9NEI/AAAAAAAAEYw/HvrXEzrWBoc/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365532015208510530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8KV9NEI/AAAAAAAAEYw/HvrXEzrWBoc/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase thought my breast pump was a "spy scope"!  Here he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;demonstrating&lt;/span&gt; them for us.  Spy scope is on the Diego show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy79bfaQI/AAAAAAAAEYo/gwNcjHizuUs/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365532011742062850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy79bfaQI/AAAAAAAAEYo/gwNcjHizuUs/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least once a week we got to Burger King for Jase to play on the indoor playground.  He loves to wear a crown every time we go and even wears it days later.  He is talking so well and is starting to be able to tell me things he wants or needs or just wants to say his thoughts.  His overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;temperament&lt;/span&gt; is getting more pleasant and less and less emotional outbursts are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;.  Thank goodness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-2854692642758870278?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2854692642758870278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=2854692642758870278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2854692642758870278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2854692642758870278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-two-weeks-have-been-full-of-events.html' title=''/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SnYy8_Sol5I/AAAAAAAAEZI/RHAT8QMdXTc/s72-c/DSC_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-7791007045200323674</id><published>2009-07-15T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:25:26.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back online!</title><content type='html'>We are moved in and trying to get settled. That is going to take some time since things don't happen overnight. Right now we have little furniture since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; lived in smaller house before and some of the furniture we have has to go (well, at least to the basement). I am dying for new family room furniture! Who knew furniture was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; expensive!! Ugh. So for now the house is kind of bare inside. We had Jason's parents and my dad help us move in. So we have had tons of family time between a week at the beach and then a week here. I am learning my way around town but with GPS it isn't too hard. Jason is enjoying his work and keeping busy. Here are some photos taken over the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5IzxbYqII/AAAAAAAAEXs/O0Mo0gLNOWw/s1600-h/DSC_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358800660896196738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5IzxbYqII/AAAAAAAAEXs/O0Mo0gLNOWw/s400/DSC_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach at Jason's "graduation" dinner. Zach clapped whenever everyone else was clapping. We didn't get to bring Jase because we were driving to and from Augusta in one evening and it would have been a nightmare with him. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5IzePZt3I/AAAAAAAAEXk/_FGZnnGTlCY/s1600-h/DSC_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358800655745660786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5IzePZt3I/AAAAAAAAEXk/_FGZnnGTlCY/s400/DSC_0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very happy moment in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GPC9JasI/AAAAAAAAEXc/iMRXWc-g3O8/s1600-h/CSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358797830922791618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GPC9JasI/AAAAAAAAEXc/iMRXWc-g3O8/s400/CSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase playing outside. He sees train tracks for his trains no matter where he is. Including my shoulders and the neckline's of my shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GPLbUaWI/AAAAAAAAEXU/BRlH7Nfh9do/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358797833196824930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GPLbUaWI/AAAAAAAAEXU/BRlH7Nfh9do/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is getting this Thomas on an adventure through the mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GOn7vLeI/AAAAAAAAEXM/t5hdUGWypsw/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358797823669120482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GOn7vLeI/AAAAAAAAEXM/t5hdUGWypsw/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Jase, Look it's Abuelito and Abuelita driving up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GODQxhbI/AAAAAAAAEXE/Exj0hHz2lww/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358797813825242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GODQxhbI/AAAAAAAAEXE/Exj0hHz2lww/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GNwhvdSI/AAAAAAAAEW8/oGo_3EmUDuo/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358797808796136738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5GNwhvdSI/AAAAAAAAEW8/oGo_3EmUDuo/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out to dinner to celebrate Jason finishing school. Here he is showing his muscles with Daddy and Uncle Syd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5ElMuoNhI/AAAAAAAAEW0/8PglUyL1boI/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796012480116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5ElMuoNhI/AAAAAAAAEW0/8PglUyL1boI/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubbles taste good mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5EkiHBMuI/AAAAAAAAEWs/4l_2PeQ-xVg/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796001039692514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5EkiHBMuI/AAAAAAAAEWs/4l_2PeQ-xVg/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is insanely crazy about getting in bath and actually will try to fall out of your arms to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5EkbcIEoI/AAAAAAAAEWk/b7CrLLkP9rA/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358795999249175170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5EkbcIEoI/AAAAAAAAEWk/b7CrLLkP9rA/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies please don't be jealous of this hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5Ej__4bwI/AAAAAAAAEWc/KKDMh0g7j7c/s1600-h/DSC_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358795991882952450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5Ej__4bwI/AAAAAAAAEWc/KKDMh0g7j7c/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach loves drinking out of his sippy cups. He also loves blowing the train whistles that Jase has. He prefers to be held but for some bouts of time he will play with toys and walk around the coffee table. He is finally in a crib which is helping him in his pulling up and sitting back down skills. I had him in a cradle for over 7 months and then he was in a pack'n'play while we were traveling and in my parent's other house. He has 6 teeth and it seems like there will be another one popping out sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5EjuV-NSI/AAAAAAAAEWU/UbWgbNjed24/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358795987143767330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5EjuV-NSI/AAAAAAAAEWU/UbWgbNjed24/s400/DSC_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase enjoying his new "waterpark" with Jason's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A78TkFpI/AAAAAAAAEWM/D1ib_LhbTqg/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358792005162112658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A78TkFpI/AAAAAAAAEWM/D1ib_LhbTqg/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture reminds me of my sister when she was a baby. He loves being in bed just as much as Jase did. I can lay him in bed and he just talks and plays till he falls asleep and then the same thing when he wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A7XCLanI/AAAAAAAAEWE/n6MGdWtFrAM/s1600-h/DSC_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791995157080690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A7XCLanI/AAAAAAAAEWE/n6MGdWtFrAM/s400/DSC_1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you that have been following this blog since I started it. This is the float we used when Jase was just a little baby. He was just relaxing in it, so chill. For a moment. He has really been loving swimming. He has this great flotation device called "puddle jumper" and it really gives him confidence and he just swims around by himself without too much struggle. Now if we could convince him to keep his mouth closed and stop swallowing the water and sometimes choking on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A7JSpfcI/AAAAAAAAEV8/No6ndCc2q9E/s1600-h/DSC_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791991468064194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A7JSpfcI/AAAAAAAAEV8/No6ndCc2q9E/s400/DSC_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A6w5fY1I/AAAAAAAAEV0/ueRapJhQd6c/s1600-h/DSC_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791984920093522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A6w5fY1I/AAAAAAAAEV0/ueRapJhQd6c/s400/DSC_1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I caught my mother in a precious moment with Zach after swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A6a_NWsI/AAAAAAAAEVs/wRW4VJM4k0U/s1600-h/DSC_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791979038497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5A6a_NWsI/AAAAAAAAEVs/wRW4VJM4k0U/s400/DSC_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having good times with my dad. Jase is getting somewhat better with his major meltdowns. But is getting a little bit more vocal and doing this annoying screaming thing when he gets upset. And in a house with almost all hardwood floors, that can get pretty freaking loud! He loves to help me around the house by feeding the dog, throwing away trash, putting his toys away and putting the clothes in the washer and dryer. Now if I could just figure out how to get him to put his toys and books away on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49yLrfn2I/AAAAAAAAEVk/VnuEDlzxu_A/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358788538955439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49yLrfn2I/AAAAAAAAEVk/VnuEDlzxu_A/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thougth this picture was so adorable. He was smiling and squinting while I was taking his picture. You can see the big space between his front top teeth and how they are kind of crooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49xn_VLhI/AAAAAAAAEVc/WC9riFAn_qU/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358788529374965266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49xn_VLhI/AAAAAAAAEVc/WC9riFAn_qU/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a big boy wearing 12-18 month and some 24 month clothing. Jase is in 4T and 5T, although the waist of most pants are too tight when I buckle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49UMEDeaI/AAAAAAAAEVU/60Zil5omwB4/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358788023662377378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49UMEDeaI/AAAAAAAAEVU/60Zil5omwB4/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zaqui likes walking around the coffee table and only goes to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49IM5w2sI/AAAAAAAAEVM/0WZl-CNOArg/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358787817729219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl49IM5w2sI/AAAAAAAAEVM/0WZl-CNOArg/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see the couches. I have couch covers for them but I am hoping that exposing them will encourage Jason to get new ones sooner! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl460AvdXFI/AAAAAAAAEVE/88PudfUf94Y/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358785271844133970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl460AvdXFI/AAAAAAAAEVE/88PudfUf94Y/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase now lets me put hats on him and he actually keeps them on. Check out how he stacked his toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl46TzjWo3I/AAAAAAAAEU8/C0uRk42trvY/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358784718547886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl46TzjWo3I/AAAAAAAAEU8/C0uRk42trvY/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasty Morsel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-7791007045200323674?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7791007045200323674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=7791007045200323674&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7791007045200323674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/7791007045200323674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-back-online.html' title='I am back online!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Sl5IzxbYqII/AAAAAAAAEXs/O0Mo0gLNOWw/s72-c/DSC_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-1089557051573464506</id><published>2009-07-14T08:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:40:32.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Slx8wNTIKqI/AAAAAAAAEUc/KFn1kTYBelE/s1600-h/IMG00037-20090713-1838-732661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Slx8wNTIKqI/AAAAAAAAEUc/KFn1kTYBelE/s320/IMG00037-20090713-1838-732661.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358294824309500578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Getting some shopping done at Publix &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.versionwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.versionwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messsages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-1089557051573464506?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1089557051573464506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=1089557051573464506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1089557051573464506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1089557051573464506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/07/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Slx8wNTIKqI/AAAAAAAAEUc/KFn1kTYBelE/s72-c/IMG00037-20090713-1838-732661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-4586742600271010406</id><published>2009-07-01T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:49:32.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkvL3MWrUKI/AAAAAAAAEUU/W7QD5RP_VOk/s1600-h/IMG00013-20090701-1650-772536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkvL3MWrUKI/AAAAAAAAEUU/W7QD5RP_VOk/s320/IMG00013-20090701-1650-772536.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353596731129548962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, we have moved in to our new home.  Things have been hectic to say the very least. Still no Internet till next week then I will back on track to posting weekly.  So here she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-4586742600271010406?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4586742600271010406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=4586742600271010406&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4586742600271010406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4586742600271010406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkvL3MWrUKI/AAAAAAAAEUU/W7QD5RP_VOk/s72-c/IMG00013-20090701-1650-772536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-1199650106539218578</id><published>2009-06-26T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:16:42.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Time 2009</title><content type='html'>I finally have a computer to post more than a sentence. We have been at my parents "spare" house for three weeks and now at the beach for a week. Zach is now able to sit up on his own from the laying down position. Which has made him get "stuck" and I have to go in and hold him and then lay him back down. Today he went to sleep sitting up and then fell forward. My dad totally thought he was suffocating and I had to move him and prove to my dad that he was fine. Jase has been talking so good but he many times says Thomas, Little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Einstein&lt;/span&gt;, Dora and Diego phrases so you have to know the story lines to understand what he is saying. I have mostly stayed inside the beach house with the baby and Jason has been outside with Jase. Here are some photos of the family trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkWB_S8hINI/AAAAAAAAEUM/TfUSW7fJ_OI/s1600-h/DSC_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351826656617111762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkWB_S8hINI/AAAAAAAAEUM/TfUSW7fJ_OI/s400/DSC_0739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don and Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV_JV1CkAI/AAAAAAAAEUE/qIffHsvNMZc/s1600-h/DSC_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351823530654863362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV_JV1CkAI/AAAAAAAAEUE/qIffHsvNMZc/s400/DSC_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys and Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV9UxrurwI/AAAAAAAAET8/nx24kDDwH7I/s1600-h/DSC_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351821528087310082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV9UxrurwI/AAAAAAAAET8/nx24kDDwH7I/s400/DSC_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents. How freaking cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV7dM6YtOI/AAAAAAAAET0/N8PYCV3bFm0/s1600-h/DSC_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819473812239586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV7dM6YtOI/AAAAAAAAET0/N8PYCV3bFm0/s400/DSC_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The entire family (minus my sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV69mVvnjI/AAAAAAAAETs/hcwyXDKs1hM/s1600-h/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351818930882059826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV69mVvnjI/AAAAAAAAETs/hcwyXDKs1hM/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my BIG baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV6dttp6GI/AAAAAAAAETk/T_1OJPj3ACE/s1600-h/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351818383105583202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV6dttp6GI/AAAAAAAAETk/T_1OJPj3ACE/s400/DSC_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to hold Zach's hands to keep them out of his mouth. What a sweet baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV56kzxL2I/AAAAAAAAETc/A6K-u1zPFQc/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351817779419885410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkV56kzxL2I/AAAAAAAAETc/A6K-u1zPFQc/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; looking but it is actually one of the best!  It's hard getting a picture of all of us looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28236690-1199650106539218578?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1199650106539218578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=1199650106539218578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1199650106539218578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/1199650106539218578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-time-2009.html' title='Beach Time 2009'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SkWB_S8hINI/AAAAAAAAEUM/TfUSW7fJ_OI/s72-c/DSC_0739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5830970004351949880</id><published>2009-06-13T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:21:02.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SjPf_v0jMQI/AAAAAAAAESg/jFxPXmrOCx0/s1600-h/IMG00001-20090613-1305-762727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SjPf_v0jMQI/AAAAAAAAESg/jFxPXmrOCx0/s320/IMG00001-20090613-1305-762727.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863468880539906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday was Jason&amp;#39;s Graduation.  We are done with Augusta. I am so proud of my husband. We are supposed to close on our new house June 30th and we are so thrilled to close one chapter and start a new one in our lives.  Here is a picture of his certificate.  (Woohoo...per Cheryl!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5830970004351949880?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5830970004351949880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5830970004351949880&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5830970004351949880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5830970004351949880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!!!!!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SjPf_v0jMQI/AAAAAAAAESg/jFxPXmrOCx0/s72-c/IMG00001-20090613-1305-762727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-4235641950991205800</id><published>2009-06-09T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:22:11.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAME TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Si62Y4ZrbSI/AAAAAAAAESY/l9M3oJA86Yo/s1600-h/IMG00237-20090609-1515-731930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Si62Y4ZrbSI/AAAAAAAAESY/l9M3oJA86Yo/s320/IMG00237-20090609-1515-731930.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345410346308562210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At the local baseball game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-4235641950991205800?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4235641950991205800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=4235641950991205800&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4235641950991205800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4235641950991205800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/game-time.html' title='GAME TIME!'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Si62Y4ZrbSI/AAAAAAAAESY/l9M3oJA86Yo/s72-c/IMG00237-20090609-1515-731930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-5440581439077816116</id><published>2009-06-07T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:48:58.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Six8G6l5YKI/AAAAAAAAESQ/wXhjO2pM97s/s1600-h/IMG00233-20090605-1310-738763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Six8G6l5YKI/AAAAAAAAESQ/wXhjO2pM97s/s320/IMG00233-20090605-1310-738763.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783316031201442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Never in the last two a half years would I have done this. I am a nap nazi and can admit it. But a friend came into town and I wanted to go shopping. Zach fought going going to sleep but Jase just turned his head and went to sleep. This is only the second time Jase has slept in stroller since he was a baby. I am out in the boonies so for me to do anything someone is going to lose a nap. This precious nap ended when some other children screamed thirty minutes into it. It was fun and peaceful while it lasted. BTW...I have no internet which explains the lack of posts. This one is through my phone as my last one was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-5440581439077816116?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5440581439077816116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=5440581439077816116&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5440581439077816116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/5440581439077816116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeping-beauties.html' title='Sleeping beauties'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/Six8G6l5YKI/AAAAAAAAESQ/wXhjO2pM97s/s72-c/IMG00233-20090605-1310-738763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-4372857629714465616</id><published>2009-06-01T20:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:02:14.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>muscle baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SiR4gYZlngI/AAAAAAAAESI/xa210bTp4cY/s1600-h/IMG00219-20090601-1804-728770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SiR4gYZlngI/AAAAAAAAESI/xa210bTp4cY/s320/IMG00219-20090601-1804-728770.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342527555669171714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Zach wearing a precious outfit that my cousin Michael wore when he was a baby that my Titi Liany had sewn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-4372857629714465616?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4372857629714465616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=4372857629714465616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4372857629714465616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/4372857629714465616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/img00219-20090601-1804jpg.html' title='muscle baby'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/SiR4gYZlngI/AAAAAAAAESI/xa210bTp4cY/s72-c/IMG00219-20090601-1804-728770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-2676872847689273999</id><published>2009-05-19T22:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:42:02.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wrecking ball and giggle monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LfMCkUDcbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LfMCkUDcbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you see the camera shake it's because Jase has rammed his body into mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBA22Ll3kbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBA22Ll3kbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Jase is most of the day. Poor Zach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oWk0wbo1oY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oWk0wbo1oY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jase says "Swiper the Fox" so funny. (for those that don't know, he is a character on Dora show).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28236690-2676872847689273999?l=9monthcountdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2676872847689273999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28236690&amp;postID=2676872847689273999&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2676872847689273999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28236690/posts/default/2676872847689273999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9monthcountdown.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrecking-ball-and-giggle-monster.html' title='wrecking ball and giggle monster'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171840235146246140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1394/1600/DSC01172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28236690.post-3516203709646216098</id><published>2009-05-18T10:16:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:23:21.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much with so little time</title><content type='html'>Four weeks left for Jason's school, less than two weeks left in our house and three more days watching Reese.  So much going on in our house right now.  We went looking at houses this weekend and we are excited about starting the paperwork on one that we really like.  It was so weird going into people's homes that were still living in them.  The one that we like doesn't have anyone living in it.  Jason has actually been to it a couple of times and this was my first time seeing it in person.  I don't want to get too excited until I know that it will be ours.  I have put many packing boxes together and they sit in the garage waiting for us to fill them up with our belongings.  I have started in the office but have a ton to do in a little over a week.  My dad is coming to help this week and even if it's just to hold Zach and play with Jase that is help enough.  I will be going to stay at my parent's house for a couple weeks while Jason stays with his friend until he is finished.  All while trying to sane on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGkYOktH0I/AAAAAAAAERk/gI4Q4o6dlrI/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227769546612546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGkYOktH0I/AAAAAAAAERk/gI4Q4o6dlrI/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase loves eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt; so some days this is how I get him to sit in his chair while I put Zach down for a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGkKK-gptI/AAAAAAAAERc/i3tvLPCQwKM/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227528062936786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGkKK-gptI/AAAAAAAAERc/i3tvLPCQwKM/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture is kind of blurry but you see the look on Jase's face...that is a look of trouble is coming at any moment.  Watch out Zach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGkConS9rI/AAAAAAAAERU/in_I9a1pmBM/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227398579680946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGkConS9rI/AAAAAAAAERU/in_I9a1pmBM/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach drinking some water and Jase loving on his brother but up to no good at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGj3uS0XEI/AAAAAAAAERM/jg95k3q_7ds/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227211125840962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGj3uS0XEI/AAAAAAAAERM/jg95k3q_7ds/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see what I mean?!  T R O U B L E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjvxnk0cI/AAAAAAAAERE/m1bn6E7fIYc/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227074579255746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjvxnk0cI/AAAAAAAAERE/m1bn6E7fIYc/s400/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to a neighborhood party a Jase had a blast.  Too bad I didn't have a swim diaper or bathing suit for him.  I had never seen a diaper get so big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjkwvlS7I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/8DdB6wLaH98/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226885365844914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjkwvlS7I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/8DdB6wLaH98/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haterade&lt;/span&gt; and eating Cheetos with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt; Maria.  Jase was nonstop and actually wore out holes on the bottom of his socks running around for so long on the pavement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjcg8AE0I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/lGuZO2J33nA/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226743684010818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjcg8AE0I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/lGuZO2J33nA/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is listening to music and jamming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjU3y5_LI/AAAAAAAAEQs/d6Ir6LtCxpE/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226612380925106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGjU3y5_LI/AAAAAAAAEQs/d6Ir6LtCxpE/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach just chilling and sucking on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bobo&lt;/span&gt; in the shade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGi_q89GcI/AAAAAAAAEQk/PwH-siE_1b4/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226248156158402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGi_q89GcI/AAAAAAAAEQk/PwH-siE_1b4/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGi4_TxgYI/AAAAAAAAEQc/mJLodvg4-cc/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226133361492354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGi4_TxgYI/AAAAAAAAEQc/mJLodvg4-cc/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of my beautiful sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGitkdFoSI/AAAAAAAAEQU/7e4TKyMj5as/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225937174241570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGitkdFoSI/AAAAAAAAEQU/7e4TKyMj5as/s400/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those eyebrows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGil71OZSI/AAAAAAAAEQM/TXSeI4ZM4Vw/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225806010541346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGil71OZSI/AAAAAAAAEQM/TXSeI4ZM4Vw/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase playing with Thomas in the grass, dirt and leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGicsqdAzI/AAAAAAAAEQE/ezVNTcQ02uU/s1600-h/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225647320007474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGicsqdAzI/AAAAAAAAEQE/ezVNTcQ02uU/s400/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase is so full of energy that he hardly stops to sit down and play.  He did stop a few times but then ran around like an energizer bunny. He is loud and physical and all boy.  He loves to tackle you at any given moment so you better be ready.  We had to separate Jase and Zach's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;car seats&lt;/span&gt; in the car because Jase found it amusing to poke and hit Zach in the face.  :(  Jase had his last day of Mother's Day Out last week and I can't wait to get him in a new school when we move.  He had finally stopped crying when I would leave him the last two weeks and I fear that we will have to start from square one with the next school.  Jase is very loving and affectionate and always saying "I love you so much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGiVP9MKCI/AAAAAAAAEP8/9NNH1Sln2eI/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225519354882082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGiVP9MKCI/AAAAAAAAEP8/9NNH1Sln2eI/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jase poking his finger nails.  He loves to try to flip mine up.  Check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abuelito&lt;/span&gt; trying to get Zach to do some belly time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGiOf7CVMI/AAAAAAAAEP0/dmUWdDbkW8c/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225403381732546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGiOf7CVMI/AAAAAAAAEP0/dmUWdDbkW8c/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas hidden in the leaves.  And unfortunately we accidentally left him there, two and a half hours away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGh6yFZJtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/D_GOZtXLAhw/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337225064659625682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3guV2ZIB7BY/ShGh6yFZJtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/D_GOZtXLAhw/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those two precious dimples.  As of today Zach seems to be a belly sleeper which meant I had to stop swaddling him.  He doesn't like doing tummy time so I hope this helps him become more interested in laying on his belly to play with his toys and one day not very soon (I hope) crawl.  Zach still wakes me up at least two times a night.  He loves eating three times a day and would probably eat more if I fed it to him.  He naps at least two times in the day but many days he will nap three times if we are home all day.  He is so big that he is wearing 12 and 18 month clothing.  I thought I would be able to use Jase's clothes for him but the two month difference in the birt
