<?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-932654441814814253</id><updated>2012-01-26T07:30:16.519-07:00</updated><category term='Marathon'/><title type='text'>Jesse | Jen | Kaden | Ellie | Kameron</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3293174273431390986</id><published>2011-11-03T16:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:29:46.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSti9fxOBwE/TrMUzl9s_1I/AAAAAAAABn0/aWXGwqg_S8w/s1600/DSC00965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6CN7z976U4/TrMUvrOFINI/AAAAAAAABnE/RkvQYssOmzY/s1600/DSC00944.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6CN7z976U4/TrMUvrOFINI/AAAAAAAABnE/RkvQYssOmzY/s320/DSC00944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899165077774546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse dressed up as a couch potato this year. I kept calling him my sweet potato. Isn't he cute? Once again I dressed up as Jen Wakley.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3PfQp6plC4/TrMUwbnBOtI/AAAAAAAABnQ/A75Gxx7KFsg/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899178067278546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECLJGEbYA0w/TrMUxAuUOGI/AAAAAAAABng/gZxlg1wxL9s/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899188029995106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of making the huge mess of carving our pumpkins this year I decided to paint them. It was so much easier and the kids loved it! We did our usual boys vs girls contest. They both turned out cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGafwPyB3dw/TrMUyyEKXSI/AAAAAAAABno/5lDMJvlCz-0/s320/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899218454830370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron was a green dragon this year. He didn't mind his costume at all. At every door he would drop his candy in his bucket and then say "See ya!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSti9fxOBwE/TrMUzl9s_1I/AAAAAAAABn0/aWXGwqg_S8w/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899232386383698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie was a princess again this year. Rapunzel to be exact. Kaden was a hunter. He's pretty much been obsessed with hunting since he went with Jess. But I didn't mind because it was the easiest costume ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ4DLcBqqJc/TrMVqUE2zJI/AAAAAAAABoE/20FmJbVBTpg/s320/DSC00961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670900172477353106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this pic was funny! I think he just discovered his finger fits perfectly in his nose!&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/932654441814814253-3293174273431390986?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3293174273431390986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3293174273431390986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3293174273431390986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3293174273431390986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6CN7z976U4/TrMUvrOFINI/AAAAAAAABnE/RkvQYssOmzY/s72-c/DSC00944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-1191857637254779321</id><published>2011-11-03T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:17:19.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse's first elk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZNASIb-FO8/TrMPnslYsHI/AAAAAAAABm4/vGzV_IEJSh8/s1600/IMG_2740.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ycv8CAH69sU/TrMPmM0BVGI/AAAAAAAABmg/6ZGVjxDn81Y/s1600/IMG_2720.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ycv8CAH69sU/TrMPmM0BVGI/AAAAAAAABmg/6ZGVjxDn81Y/s320/IMG_2720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893504738448482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse shot his first elk this year. It was only a spike but it was the first one he saw and he doesn't care about the size too much. Especially since I don't like the meat anyway! Unfortunately for the elk his first shot wasn't fatal so they had to track the poor thing down for four hours before ending it's suffering. (I'm trying to not let my personal feelings about hunting come out in the post. Is it working?) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCttj0I_uvY/TrMPmxyB9YI/AAAAAAAABms/ORQNV7-Afd8/s320/IMG_2723.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893514662212994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a lot of fun with Nick either way. We all went up the week before to try for his deer tag. But Kaden and Brayden were with them so it was hard to really see anything. And they almost got their licenses taken away by the Fish and Game for riding four wheelers on a closed trail. :) Me and Ellie and Kameron had a much more comfortable time watching movies and drinking hot chocolate in the trailer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZNASIb-FO8/TrMPnslYsHI/AAAAAAAABm4/vGzV_IEJSh8/s320/IMG_2740.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893530446868594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our full freezer. I don't know who's going to eat all of this meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-1191857637254779321?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/1191857637254779321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=1191857637254779321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1191857637254779321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1191857637254779321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/11/jesses-first-elk.html' title='Jesse&apos;s first elk'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ycv8CAH69sU/TrMPmM0BVGI/AAAAAAAABmg/6ZGVjxDn81Y/s72-c/IMG_2720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3604766537329761049</id><published>2011-09-21T14:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:45:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home Nick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesse and I have been best friends with Nick and Tami Edwards for years. I think our relationships work so well because Tami is just like Jesse and Nick and I are very similar. Nick left for Iraq last August. It was a long year for Tami and Jess to have Nick gone in Iraq. But on September 13 he finally came home! He flew into Pocatello with about 30 other soldiers. It was so cool to see him come home. I was crying and I'm not even his wife! My eyes watered the whole time I made this post. I never realized until seeing it first hand how big the sacrifice is for soldiers and their families to go to war. Thanks Nick! Glad your home safe soldier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PY8fFBg0TtI/TnpSmJHZ-bI/AAAAAAAABjo/EVV7VnKn98s/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923097352567218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Where's Nick? He's actually at the very top of the picture holding Jaycie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVKTCeoEemo/TnpSmbsjX7I/AAAAAAAABjw/4aOOvLNgNvY/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923102340210610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaycie doesn't let Nick out of her sight for days when he comes home. She's a daddy's girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw1fmPExLhc/TnpSmr9hl9I/AAAAAAAABj4/cIpIEygjUvQ/s320/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923106706364370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden told Nick, "I'm glad you didn't get shot in Iraq!" So are we!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBt2JcIOr2Q/TnpSnSGLqBI/AAAAAAAABkA/2uOd-qJfV6g/s320/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923116943222802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick always gives Ellie what he calls a tight squeeze. Here she's catching up for a year's worth I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLiNcC8dODY/TnpSn36_SgI/AAAAAAAABkI/eQZEaHI7S38/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923127096822274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture makes my eyes water. Nick you have no idea how excited Tami was for you to get home. We sat at her house fussing over what outfit to wear, how to do her hair, if her makeup looked ok. I'm sure Nick would have thought she looked hot even if she came in her pajamas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKf_aPoUspM/TnpULNJxhxI/AAAAAAAABkQ/sTq6p_hAlDQ/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924833603028754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Kameron thought we went there to give everyone hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHX6RK5Kp5Q/TnpULmKM_wI/AAAAAAAABkg/datR5pfOsHE/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924840315715330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Home at last. Finally,  Jess can have someone to laugh at his jokes again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP_70iRXQi8/TnpULVraSRI/AAAAAAAABkY/pKR_xNqaeA8/s320/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924835891595538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Wasn't that sweet of Nick to bring Tami a flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR9sC5-Fz7Y/TnpULwhRNHI/AAAAAAAABko/wqQNbHuwzdo/s320/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654924843096814706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here's the happy family. Together again at last. Life can continue now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-3604766537329761049?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3604766537329761049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3604766537329761049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3604766537329761049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3604766537329761049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-home-nick.html' title='Welcome home Nick!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PY8fFBg0TtI/TnpSmJHZ-bI/AAAAAAAABjo/EVV7VnKn98s/s72-c/DSC00920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-1777006970768441811</id><published>2011-09-21T14:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:44:41.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOdtSCzJBaE/TnpM_UDyCkI/AAAAAAAABjg/n2kKjDCwua0/s1600/DSC00916.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dt0X2rsaD2o/TnpM_Jq0_nI/AAAAAAAABjY/cbsDn9VhwT0/s1600/DSC00915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dt0X2rsaD2o/TnpM_Jq0_nI/AAAAAAAABjY/cbsDn9VhwT0/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654916929928101490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie missed the real first day of school since we were in California. Oops. Oh well. So here's a pic of Kaden and Ellie on like the fourth day of school. Kaden got two days in before we left. Ellie has been dying to go to school all summer. Not Kaden. He would be content to stay at home with mom all the time. (And honestly, I would be good with that too.) Kaden doesn't do very well emotionally for the first couple weeks of school. It's so funny how completely opposite they are. When we were walking to school Ellie was running ahead and making jokes and laughing and Kaden hung back by me and was trying not to cry. Luckily we got Kaden to laugh when I pointed out that Ellie's back pack was so big that it went clear past her knees. (Or is it because Ellie is still in 4T clothes?) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOdtSCzJBaE/TnpM_UDyCkI/AAAAAAAABjg/n2kKjDCwua0/s320/DSC00916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654916932717120066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-1777006970768441811?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/1777006970768441811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=1777006970768441811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1777006970768441811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1777006970768441811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-2011.html' title='First day of school 2011'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dt0X2rsaD2o/TnpM_Jq0_nI/AAAAAAAABjY/cbsDn9VhwT0/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7190561926244374372</id><published>2011-09-21T14:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:44:03.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland and San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go to San Diego every year but the kids are little enough that they haven't quite caught on to that tradition yet so we decided to "surprise" them this year. After staying up for hours packing all night so the kids wouldn't see, we woke them up in the morning and told them we were going somewhere for a surprise. Jess wanted to wait until we actually pulled up into Disneyland for them to figure it out so we didn't tell them anything about where we were going. We flew out of Idaho Falls so on the drive there we were all trying to guess where we thought we were going. Ellie was so funny. She was saying places like "Blackfoot! Wait! I know! Malad!" She was excited to go anywhere! When we pulled into the airport they were excited to see we were flying somewhere. When we were driving to our hotel the GPS voice said, "Turn left on Disneyland Drive.'' Jess and I thought for sure they would figure it out so we turned around to look at their faces. Nope. Still no clue. We finally had to help them out a little bit but once they knew they were at Disneyland they freaked out and were so excited. (Oh ya, Kameron was a total bear on the flight there. Not that we expected anything different!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlnjcXf0bWc/TnpIJtxe-vI/AAAAAAAABio/y7oA2kQUcqI/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911613860248306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Something about this castle. Have to stop and take a picture in front of it every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVd4aVMnVDg/TnpIKJOcUII/AAAAAAAABiw/QHATeCKaS68/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911621229465730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kaden was so excited to do this Jedi training. You have to jump up and down and be really loud to get picked and that is so NOT Kaden. So I put him in a Star Wars shirt that day hoping it would help. He got picked and loved every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbXJiYs0cxM/Tns-b0CbjnI/AAAAAAAABkw/SL6Cxw9lGZI/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182404640018034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Night time firework show, another must. We stayed on the resort this year so I was able to go back and have Kameron take naps and bathe the kids at night before the firework show. So nice to be so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44Z5VUtTGdI/Tns-cMvzw_I/AAAAAAAABk4/O-YaQA4Uvmc/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182411272799218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron loves to say cheese for the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBBglw_c6cI/Tns-ceszoOI/AAAAAAAABlA/3qPnWfP8lMY/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182416092045538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Another Disneyland must. Mickey Mouse ears. Much to Jesse's dismay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYpymNOxkYo/TnpIKV4FqnI/AAAAAAAABi4/7WunVDonWOI/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911624625367666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;It was so hot the second day we were there! In California Adventures they had some little water parks for kids. It was the most fun poor Kameron had all day. He was pretty much stuck in a stroller for two days except for the carousel and the teacups. He got completely soaked and finally had a smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve4w1dedMVk/TnpIKlPbzZI/AAAAAAAABjA/9H-xdnLMtYs/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911628749819282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two days at Disneyland we went down to San Diego for Jesse's conference. Usually the kids have a quiet day at the beach. Not this year. Kameron smashed their sand castles and threw sand in Ellie's face. Never a dull moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bc2toif0B5k/Tns-chHIkaI/AAAAAAAABlI/zKwpCbdurE8/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182416739340706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4EDPqrNhJA/Tns-c3s3TaI/AAAAAAAABlQ/YrYSqbMKCOA/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655182422803172770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bY_MQUUjhM/TntC3bnhM5I/AAAAAAAABmI/9FBlpc-B47c/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187277167539090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RO1dVoL4M9k/TntAKwD4egI/AAAAAAAABlg/qzd0QpsOCJc/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184310537845250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture sums up what Kameron thought of the beach. He hates sand. He was constantly trying to wipe it off his hands and feet. When we all walked out onto the sand he stayed back on the cement and wouldn't walk on it for a while. And then the waves would come and he would scream at them. My poor baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_Vbfz531K4/TntALKXZNjI/AAAAAAAABlo/IxWeoZ0_lGU/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184317599004210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Definitely not Kaden and Ellie. We always have to drag them away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LERb7fqUUT4/TnpILLYBmbI/AAAAAAAABjI/-7YxqDx2Lx0/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911638986398130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Diego Zoo. I'm actually lucky I have this picture at all. I lost my camera at the zoo and a good samaritan turned it in to lost and found so I got it back. Yeah! Oh ya, and the zoo was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nc0sCSJ83U/TnpK8kKkxMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/UzVUhG_WybI/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654914686477714626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16USqHhcpwM/TntALZAI1VI/AAAAAAAABlw/sZc-fKd53Q4/s320/IMG_1508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184321527993682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNWzMUd4TbU/TntALugPm9I/AAAAAAAABl4/1aKyl_vZZ0w/s320/IMG_1512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655184327299800018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he16StEBj4I/TntCAclwM6I/AAAAAAAABmA/1JzJAXcsUFI/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655186332535763874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron hated his mustache. It didn't last very long. I thought it was super cute. After posting about our vacation I realized there isn't a single picture of me on our adventure! I guess I need to pass the camera over more often! I promise I was there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7190561926244374372?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7190561926244374372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7190561926244374372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7190561926244374372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7190561926244374372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/09/disneyland-and-san-diego.html' title='Disneyland and San Diego'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlnjcXf0bWc/TnpIJtxe-vI/AAAAAAAABio/y7oA2kQUcqI/s72-c/DSC00872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-74892653761912318</id><published>2011-08-14T18:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:05:04.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey and Shane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7YV0QrwfBM/Tkht1z9JDSI/AAAAAAAABh4/Df-vCYKdr6k/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-qpPmhGa7Q/Tkhthr39gCI/AAAAAAAABhw/M7y7GS4A_KI/s1600/IMG_1398.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-qpPmhGa7Q/Tkhthr39gCI/AAAAAAAABhw/M7y7GS4A_KI/s320/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878958762098722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister Casey got married 12 days later to Shane Humphries. They are an awesome couple and he is so good for her. All of my sisters were her bridesmaids. She had a beautiful outdoor wedding at a church in the country. Unfortunately since I was busy chasing kids around and being a bridesmaid I don't have many pics of her wedding yet.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7YV0QrwfBM/Tkht1z9JDSI/AAAAAAAABh4/Df-vCYKdr6k/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879304528694562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrH_D8c6JX8/TkhwlOHIXZI/AAAAAAAABig/GRKYd0_2Ug8/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640882318027021714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But she was a gorgeous bride and I am so happy for her. All of my siblings are married now and I must say we have all made perfect choices. But nobody's as lucky as I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-74892653761912318?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/74892653761912318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=74892653761912318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/74892653761912318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/74892653761912318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/08/casey-and-shane.html' title='Casey and Shane'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-qpPmhGa7Q/Tkhthr39gCI/AAAAAAAABhw/M7y7GS4A_KI/s72-c/IMG_1398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7378460745577264463</id><published>2011-08-14T18:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:01:04.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff and Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb7K4EC5TIM/TkhuNFOii_I/AAAAAAAABiQ/y1aOLiHtiBc/s1600/DSC00845.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2iZIH8SqCc/TkhtWY4_MeI/AAAAAAAABhI/6W5CGv9HwU4/s1600/DSC00801.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2iZIH8SqCc/TkhtWY4_MeI/AAAAAAAABhI/6W5CGv9HwU4/s320/DSC00801.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878764687569378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little brother Jeff got married on July 30. I can't believe he's married. He picked an amazing girl named Anna Belnap and we all love her. She fits perfectly in our family. They had a beautiful wedding. They were sealed in the Idaho Falls temple in the morning and then had a reception that night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_QHGIe9_es/TkhtWtV58YI/AAAAAAAABhQ/5AKzLpZwmNw/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878770177569154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSyMbs2jRr8/TkhtW5SzLAI/AAAAAAAABhY/csSK1kjv-SU/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878773385767938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3cHjgJ_4lI/TkhtXL6uVYI/AAAAAAAABhg/UKFlWwTNbhY/s320/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878778385061250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;These are my grandparents from Arizona. I only see them once a year. I don't have any pics of them so I made them pose for me. They are amazing people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we had tons of family and kids at my parents house waiting for the reception, my parents were kind enough to rent a huge jumping water slide. The kids loved it. Me and my sisters were dying laughing at Ellie because she had a monster wedgie the whole time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZZRO5Qnlak/TkhvSMPaVyI/AAAAAAAABiY/k1ZvAYFmqyg/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640880891595740962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reception was gorgeous and Jeff and Anna were so happy. It was a perfect day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSKyTPv3RV0/TkhtXrnv0cI/AAAAAAAABho/Nqwz9OckPjM/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640878786895401410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgxPJKSuJEE/TkhuM4fkzaI/AAAAAAAABiA/CYQjh-6zu-s/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879700883852706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1v30AX827Ho/TkhuNO_86HI/AAAAAAAABiI/IGAraEpg_IQ/s320/DSC00828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879706925230194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb7K4EC5TIM/TkhuNFOii_I/AAAAAAAABiQ/y1aOLiHtiBc/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640879704302062578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron and Ellie dancing. Awww! What a gentleman! Ya right. Everyone who knows him knows that's a joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7378460745577264463?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7378460745577264463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7378460745577264463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7378460745577264463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7378460745577264463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/08/jeff-and-anna.html' title='Jeff and Anna'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2iZIH8SqCc/TkhtWY4_MeI/AAAAAAAABhI/6W5CGv9HwU4/s72-c/DSC00801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2775746756944498151</id><published>2011-08-14T18:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:40:42.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake and a broken arm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We make a trip to Bear Lake every year. This year was much different than any other year! To start with, the lake was VERY high so all the beaches were under water so we didn't even go to the actual lake. We stayed at the KOA which luckily had tons of stuff for the kids to do so we still had tons of fun. Tami and her kids came with us and tried out our new trailer. It was our first time using it and to start it off right, we punched a hole in the side of it while we were putting out the slide out. Oops. It totally crunched the electrical box and left a gash in the siding of the trailer. Needless to say Jesse was NOT a happy camper! (Ha! No pun intended!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbFSVr1lY0A/TkhozHesxVI/AAAAAAAABgY/okXd-Uaqxa0/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640873760671974738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-CgayR2vg/TkhpwHS2tpI/AAAAAAAABgw/90VuCakrwW4/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874808594314898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The KOA had cool bikes to rent and a big jumping pillow that the kids loved to play on. Things were going great.... until Kaden and Brayden thought it would be a good idea to jump over the cooler. Ya, Kaden didn't make it! When he tried to jump over the cooler he landed on his arm and ran over to me screaming at the top of his lungs that he had broken his arm. Well, earlier that morning he had fallen off his bike and insisted that he had broken his back. So I didn't believe him. The poor kid was up all night "trying to get his arm comfortable" and in so much pain. So first thing in the morning we drove him to Bear Lake Community Care and got an x-ray. Sure enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9J-An52F0A/TkhozQWCCXI/AAAAAAAABgg/0cYx1TMlTaM/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640873763051538802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsJD5OhSBvM/Tkhpv58hosI/AAAAAAAABgo/oadJcjTgMlI/s320/IMG_1317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874805010997954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDDH2tIjWek/TkhpwTbQqlI/AAAAAAAABg4/0nJHh7Yys3o/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874811850795602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was broken. I felt awful. Poor Kaden. I guess I'll try harder to believe him next time. We had a fun time still. We went to Minitonka Cave which was really interesting. Very cold inside. The kids did really well considering there are 888 stairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl0bejp8cNc/Tkhqg2HT0aI/AAAAAAAABhA/eqVZ9BhUCY8/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640875645796077986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2775746756944498151?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2775746756944498151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2775746756944498151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2775746756944498151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2775746756944498151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/08/bear-lake-and-broken-arm.html' title='Bear Lake and a broken arm'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbFSVr1lY0A/TkhozHesxVI/AAAAAAAABgY/okXd-Uaqxa0/s72-c/IMG_1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2151097936740598026</id><published>2011-08-14T18:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:24:00.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids are in tumbling this summer. It was Kaden's idea. He is really into Star Wars and thinks it's so cool that all the Jedi's can do flips and back flips so he wanted to learn how. He does really well and tries really hard. Ellie... not so much. She doesn't listen to her teacher very well and kind of gives a half effort. But she loves to go and has fun on the tramp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cfjikdzy6gI/TkhlxYTItoI/AAAAAAAABf4/_HuoG0ft8ak/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870432292255362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is Kaden attempting a hand stand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ-d8hObyBI/TkhlxkYqmfI/AAAAAAAABgA/m2IZmazkx-8/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870435536673266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is Ellie in the middle of a cartwheel! I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXT0tN53gqI/TkhlyN0JxwI/AAAAAAAABgI/0dkYlP4Q0TY/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870446657816322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here's Kaden doing a flip on the tramp. He tries so hard to land on his feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPUApHMHx1o/TkhlyfMEa3I/AAAAAAAABgQ/K8x5Q_4OPtc/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870451321531250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And here's Ellie doing a handstand. It is fun to watch them try so hard and get better each time. I think I'll put Ellie in dance for the fall. Kaden will stay in tumbling for sure. He can't wait until they teach him how to do a back flip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2151097936740598026?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2151097936740598026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2151097936740598026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2151097936740598026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2151097936740598026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/08/tumbling.html' title='Tumbling'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cfjikdzy6gI/TkhlxYTItoI/AAAAAAAABf4/_HuoG0ft8ak/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7236567506039104741</id><published>2011-08-14T17:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:14:06.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCVYJtYnuBU/TkhiaZ0bUsI/AAAAAAAABfY/FbOu0Yb9nqM/s1600/DSC00754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hMCpdn8cf4/TkhiZhAaxGI/AAAAAAAABfI/z9O4_1cD2V0/s1600/DSC00749.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hMCpdn8cf4/TkhiZhAaxGI/AAAAAAAABfI/z9O4_1cD2V0/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640866723777922146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just stayed in Pocatello this year for Independence Day. We went to the parade in the morning which was LAME! There was a total of about 12 floats. It was over in like 15 min and we had to sit through a rainstorm while we waited for it to come. Blah! Kids didn't really know the difference though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyQTLwrYTpg/TkhiaIpDN8I/AAAAAAAABfQ/aCJARsRfs8g/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640866734417328066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCVYJtYnuBU/TkhiaZ0bUsI/AAAAAAAABfY/FbOu0Yb9nqM/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640866739028447938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went up to the fair grounds to see the fireworks. We just sat in the back of Jesse's truck so we had a quick getaway and weren't stuck in traffic for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJpfCh8M0SU/TkhkB_FSneI/AAAAAAAABfg/Ag8K6a7Y19w/s320/IMG_1285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640868518557818338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sDBVycUoGI/TkhkCOxJZWI/AAAAAAAABfo/8pASTKwnhUM/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640868522768295266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then we lit off our own fireworks. The kids didn't get to bed until 12:30, the latest they have ever stayed up. Kaden still talks about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQQ7abNCXYE/Tkhkd_ZpglI/AAAAAAAABfw/92McqmUIoIk/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640868999679541842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7236567506039104741?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7236567506039104741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7236567506039104741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7236567506039104741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7236567506039104741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/08/july-4.html' title='July 4!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hMCpdn8cf4/TkhiZhAaxGI/AAAAAAAABfI/z9O4_1cD2V0/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-697632516885801587</id><published>2011-07-03T15:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:01:46.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby girl is 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zj7E-hme_A/ThDlu6JGqiI/AAAAAAAABfA/7HfhxLwuP1s/s1600/DSC00746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIPSuO03xm4/ThDlf8K42gI/AAAAAAAABeY/QQsaHwc2oK4/s1600/DSC00723.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIPSuO03xm4/ThDlf8K42gI/AAAAAAAABeY/QQsaHwc2oK4/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248271476251138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Ellie is five already. Here's my typical birthday list of things we love about Ellie:&lt;div&gt;1. She HAS to say "byeloveyouseeya" with a kiss everytime someone leaves or she is in tears. Sometimes it's frustrating when I'm in a hurry but I know someday I'll miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She says the funniest things like, "Mom, my nose be's squeaky when I'm in bed." She can always make us laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. That girl can sleep! This is one I especially appreciated when she was little. She is still my best sleeper sometimes sleeping for 13 hrs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She is such a good friend to her brothers. She can be a big kid and play with Kaden and then turn around and play baby games with Kameron. It doesn't phase her at all that she's the only girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ellie loves to be tickled. If you do it wrong, don't worry, she'll tell you. She'll sit by you and stick her arm on your lap and say, "Tickle me." It's more of a demand than a request really. She likes them "softs" not scratchy and will make you do it until your arm is dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you Ellie Bellie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the front of Ellie's cake....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r7JV_Gkv1Xw/ThDlgW3sAdI/AAAAAAAABeg/Sy2XNRpJcmE/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248278643474898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1b9VH22P90/ThDlgtJ1bhI/AAAAAAAABeo/DTp9a7R-bZU/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248284625169938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And here's the back! I have now vowed to never make another birthday cake ever! Everytime I make one it is a DISASTER. This one was no different. Everytime I turned around more of the cake would just crumble away! Kaden said it was "the dumbest cake ever." I totally agreed. Luckily it didn't bother Ellie a bit and she was just happy it had Tinkerbell on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPxmzkslx1c/ThDlhskkf7I/AAAAAAAABe4/Kn-SwkCliJg/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248301648740274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course to hold with tradition we went to Texas for dinner. They didn't sing to her like they usually do and she kept asking when they were going to, so I sang to her all through dinner. I'm sure the people around us didn't enjoy it as much as Ellie did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zj7E-hme_A/ThDlu6JGqiI/AAAAAAAABfA/7HfhxLwuP1s/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625248528629934626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-697632516885801587?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/697632516885801587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=697632516885801587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/697632516885801587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/697632516885801587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-baby-girl-is-5.html' title='My baby girl is 5!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIPSuO03xm4/ThDlf8K42gI/AAAAAAAABeY/QQsaHwc2oK4/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-9013510706035762660</id><published>2011-07-03T14:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:36:20.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesquite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went with our friends Heath and Heather to Mesquite for a week in June. It was SO warm (yes Jess, it was warm not hot) and we had tons of fun. It's always nice to get away from the distractions and work at home and just be a family. The boys went to golfing for a couple days and me and Heather had a fabulous day at the spa. I was the only bump on a log that didn't gamble at the casinos. For some reason I have no desire to go sit in a smoke and alcohol filled environment and lose all my money! :) We had an awesome week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73SIlZjkKT8/ThDZBkqJI0I/AAAAAAAABcY/ZLpjt06iPg8/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234555629282114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;It was a long drive but the kids did pretty good. As long as Kameron had a sucker in his mouth. He actually was quite the little stinker. He sits in the middle of Kaden and Ellie and he would pinch them and pull Ellie's hair and yank on Kaden's headphone cord-- mostly anything he could do to make them scream. What a turkey! Super cute, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgP36CpGDUM/ThDZByvtD0I/AAAAAAAABcg/EP-OCCqRbGU/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234559410704194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ10CxLKxXU/ThDZCS77c-I/AAAAAAAABco/LBO9jZDzf0o/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234568051913698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the kids into Vegas for a day. We went to the M&amp;amp;M factory,  saw the lions at MGM and of course the Bellagio fountains, which are my favorite. It was a little warm for Jess and the kids so we were pretty wiped out by the time the fountains finally went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAa0ooY-k_A/ThDZC_efr1I/AAAAAAAABcw/pXwVHG4iQMM/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234580008054610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We went up to St George to Sand Hollow reservoir for an afternoon.  My kids are beachaholics. They could stay there all day and still not want to leave. It was windy but so much warmer than Pocatello. I love the red rock scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXYH2B_-zuw/ThDZDB4iX9I/AAAAAAAABc4/Oi2jk-fPteM/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625234580654153682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idQsncNn2Jo/ThDaioYosUI/AAAAAAAABdA/0759ldrW1NQ/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236223076905282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My wild child. Kameron has texture issues so he didn't really like the sand too much. He mostly just liked to sit on the chair. He never ceases to amaze me with his craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C28KdUqxnYM/ThDai78nNtI/AAAAAAAABdI/FxaLQgovR-s/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236228328077010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Sigh... he's so handsome. My love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRkr-5SBAUY/ThDajKiyVuI/AAAAAAAABdQ/JSOjbIoqnZw/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236232246286050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-husBbrcsuok/ThDajhZ0wsI/AAAAAAAABdY/IZ0wZpjSR20/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236238382711490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWVbZfkXl0Y/ThDajwsmT-I/AAAAAAAABdg/UedxnRs18WA/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625236242487988194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kaden and Cooper decided to make sand angels. I think the sand was the exact same color as his hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7T0CIwuPAak/ThDdSDTFFII/AAAAAAAABdo/LgQ02APMwo4/s320/DSC00702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239236778464386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We stayed at a condo with a pool and the kids swam at least once a day. It's was nice to soak up some rays. We have not had a summer yet in Poky. Nobody wanted to come home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRBD5CUuwQo/ThDdShibgxI/AAAAAAAABdw/SFq-p7CHst0/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239244895912722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwFjE4q0cn0/ThDdS0W19-I/AAAAAAAABd4/avZMZLMOAj8/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239249947588578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Yep, there's my kids. My two mello, obedient children and then... Kameron. Never a dull moment. We love all the excitement he adds to our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SnRxvgrz_vg/ThDdTh5sRfI/AAAAAAAABeA/OOdrKGcDJRk/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239262173349362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather and I took the kids to the St George temple while the boys golfed. (This was right before we shopped at the outlets!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8Y6uKB3yEg/ThDdUBQHVcI/AAAAAAAABeI/KQfZaka656o/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239270588896706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4YuUo2XNTI/ThDdjRp1LEI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dhI5HGBuUF0/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625239532689763394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we went to the Tuacahn Theater outside St George. We saw the Little Mermaid. It was cute and well done. Ellie absolutely loved it. Kaden and Jesse... not so much. I looked over once and they were both catatonic and slumped in their seats. Kaden said there was too much singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3uxgV80Yto/ThDXPK0ullI/AAAAAAAABcQ/QjrcLD-mdhk/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3uxgV80Yto/ThDXPK0ullI/AAAAAAAABcQ/QjrcLD-mdhk/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625232590189270610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the lucky experience of getting a flat tire on the way home. We got to spend the afternoon in Fillmore, UT while they fixed our car. We ate at Bucks Pizza and were very ready to get on the road again. But we were watched over and blessed and no harm done. It was hard to come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-9013510706035762660?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/9013510706035762660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=9013510706035762660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/9013510706035762660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/9013510706035762660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/07/mesquite.html' title='Mesquite'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73SIlZjkKT8/ThDZBkqJI0I/AAAAAAAABcY/ZLpjt06iPg8/s72-c/DSC00633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-8360651570653032563</id><published>2011-07-03T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:51:53.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Keri and I decided to get away to Vegas for a weekend in June. It was so relaxing and fun to spend time with her. We were super close when we lived at home so it was nice to spend time and be best friends again. We had lots of laughs (or as Jim calls it "cackling") and just shopped and ate and relaxed and watched Law and Order late at night. Just like the old times. We had a blast! Thanks again Kiki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJCKXo0Tz2c/ThDTft1xKEI/AAAAAAAABbw/dSU2KP3P9Fc/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228476420270146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We stayed on Fremont Street, which is the old strip. It was cool at night because there's a lighted ceiling that they light at night but it was a pretty rough crowd. We stayed at the Golden Nugget. I know it sounds cheesy but it was actually a nice hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxAqtCxDNPQ/ThDTgHJHJ-I/AAAAAAAABb4/JgHGT0Sob2s/s320/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228483212290018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Hands down, the best part of the trip was going to the Cirque de Soleil show Beatles Love. It was AMAZING! We grew up listening to the Beatles so it was that much better. We were total nerds and bought tee shirts for the show and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ni6lby6-bY/ThDTgt3M17I/AAAAAAAABcA/1VCqpgzRgqQ/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228493606148018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aDNSegRBFg/ThDTg7Wof1I/AAAAAAAABcI/sB_jV2t3W1o/s320/IMG_1242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625228497227644754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Harrison Ford!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-8360651570653032563?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/8360651570653032563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=8360651570653032563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8360651570653032563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8360651570653032563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/07/vegas.html' title='Vegas!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJCKXo0Tz2c/ThDTft1xKEI/AAAAAAAABbw/dSU2KP3P9Fc/s72-c/IMG_1192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-8702745709370500421</id><published>2011-06-02T12:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:12:11.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked, graduations and bikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess and I got to go see Wicked in Boise in May. I have wanted to see Wicked for years and keep missing it by a day or two in different cities when we travel. I LOVED it. But I love musicals. Jess not so much. But he's so madly in love with me that he goes anyway. He did admit it was good and even laughed at some parts. We made a weekend of it in Boise and Tami came with us. She was kind enough to watch the kids while we went to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLe4E8xCq7Q/TefWxvNUZaI/AAAAAAAABZk/CwHoSM1hzw0/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691610514875810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;We barely all fit in the car but we made it! Poor Tami was stuck in the back with the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gHR2hhf9No/TefWxxzM3WI/AAAAAAAABZs/EcdGbVdQyPU/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691611210636642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Our handsome chauffeur rocking out to Boots with the Fur! We missed you Nick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LE6VYT4BOBQ/TefWyIjaK0I/AAAAAAAABZ0/9M9nVYpMYe4/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691617318415170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We took the kids to the Discovery Center. It was a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bELbr7Re2As/TefWybQDIyI/AAAAAAAABZ8/DV8LRN1jawI/s320/IMG_1094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691622337487650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tami took the kids to the zoo and the park while we were at Wicked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtp856NUoIk/TefWy-sDRgI/AAAAAAAABaE/Noe7wZjCG1Q/s320/IMG_1126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691631850178050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uktGy1Vs8RE/TefXmW41VbI/AAAAAAAABaM/bQntl5VQXVc/s320/IMG_1140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613692514519569842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ellie graduated from preschool! She loves, loves school and was not excited for it to be over. Mom sure is though! I love having my kids home with me. I miss them too much when they are at school. Summer is my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--slYi-8Uysc/TefbibhzoQI/AAAAAAAABac/kxRbCER_IYw/s320/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696845092200706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;She was the cutest little piggy for their skit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3qeTV9Uh7M/Tefbio7e9uI/AAAAAAAABak/qaJU0AVp9eU/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696848689559266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here she is building her house of bricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Igm_c_ITwJI/TefbjBz5TeI/AAAAAAAABas/WUi41_MW9Ws/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696855368617442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jvh9nHxuhU/TefbjbXMQHI/AAAAAAAABa0/qLjq7MtjU2I/s320/DSC00613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696862227546226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNgqBn7gWEE/TefbjgGW27I/AAAAAAAABa8/2cRK3YCXXmI/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613696863499115442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Oh my handsome baby! He always smiles when I pull out the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had Kaden's kindergarten graduation. I actually got teary-eyed watching him walk down the aisle to the graduation march song. So silly. They sang some cute songs with actions then received their diplomas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8h0jq9sMwHc/Tefc3NQKJ6I/AAAAAAAABbE/uDfPyXeBgtA/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698301548963746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82HNJLVkIxs/Tefc3W6cawI/AAAAAAAABbM/1plvdkq96j0/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698304142240514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden was so funny- a couple days before graduation he told me he didn't want to hug his teacher, he just wanted to give her a hand shake at graduation. So we told him just to stick his hand out and she would shake his hand. When he went to get his diploma he stuck his hand out to shake hers before he even took his diploma. She grabbed him and gave him a hug anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MW9oZ96k4c4/Tefc3i6EIiI/AAAAAAAABbU/Q4rbYh4S3u0/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698307361874466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xIf5_RpR6I/Tefc397FqpI/AAAAAAAABbc/8EvojFWj3Ck/s320/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698314613926546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aNlQ7SkeODk/Tefc4UeQZ4I/AAAAAAAABbk/jZjVQ_TXguc/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698320667010946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we finally got the kids new bikes! Kaden has been riding an $8 DI special and Ellie was still riding the tricycle she got when she turned two! They are always outside riding their bikes. It's the first thing they do after breakfast and usually the last before before bedtime. Now if the rain and construction would stop so Jess and I could ride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-8702745709370500421?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/8702745709370500421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=8702745709370500421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8702745709370500421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8702745709370500421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/06/wicked-graduations-and-bikes.html' title='Wicked, graduations and bikes'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLe4E8xCq7Q/TefWxvNUZaI/AAAAAAAABZk/CwHoSM1hzw0/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7058006109035990547</id><published>2011-05-13T12:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:08:26.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;Here's another catch up post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ellie loves to play with Kameron. She chases him all over the house and has HIM push HER on his little car. Once the weather turned warmer she let him push her on her tricycle too. It's fun to see them play and get along so well with the almost 4 year gap between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ApC3wP6T4/Tc19oBlcCTI/AAAAAAAABYc/r6m22CwBtaY/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275237719836978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Easter was the usual color the eggs, find the eggs, eat the eggs deal. Most easter egg hunts are over in about 60 seconds so I got tons of eggs this year so they could hunt a little longer. This equated to TONS of easter candy left over. Still it was fun. The Easter Bunny hid Ellie's basket in the shower and Kaden's under the table. She even hid Jesse's in the washer! Sneaky! Kameron's was a little easier to find. :) Kameron finally figured out at the end that the eggs were supposed to go IN his bucket. He never didn't figure out his bucket had a handle so his eggs kept spilling on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2ooM6YFQAQ/Tc19oxz3fUI/AAAAAAAABYk/rCkDDaVgNGg/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275250665258306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xS5VR2xXTn8/Tc19pZYwZvI/AAAAAAAABYs/jizcmegMp6Q/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275261288965874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;(I really need to use a camera and stop taking so many pics with my iPhone- they're so fuzzy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesse was so nice and let me go to BYU Women's Conference this year. It was absolutely wonderful to get away and recharge my spiritual batteries. I went with my sister and met my cousins and aunt down there. It was nice to enjoy being with the girls and listening to amazing speakers. We even got to eat at Kneaders. Yum. Jesse was so nice to hold down the fort while I was gone. Work was crazy but he still ran the house and did it all. He's so good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWX3HZLuJM0/Tc19pz_y5GI/AAAAAAAABY0/tfxa-kW9JwY/s320/IMG_1028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275268432028770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is a pic of Jess and Kaden at our ward roller skating party. It was the first time we've ever taken the kids roller staking. Kaden had a rough time for sure. I think he expected to jump out there and start doing double axels or something because when he kept falling he was so hard on himself. He kept saying stuff like "I'm the worst skater ever; everyone is better than me". It got old after a while. Ellie was smart and held on to the stroller I was pushing Kameron in. Luckily I got to push Kameron in the stroller most of the night or I would have ended up like Kaden. And in case you were wondering- Yes, Jesse is hot in roller skates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oTF9qEu_n0/Tc19qQEcdlI/AAAAAAAABY8/xV2dzyKZqP4/s320/IMG_1035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275275967723090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Finally! Last but no least, Cinco de Mayo! I have never really celebrated Cinco de Mayo. At Ellie's preschool they were doing a pinata at the very end and invited younger siblings to come. Kaden didn't have school that day so he came too. Well, this is what ended up happening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-490cC4jKm8U/Tc1-xol3b6I/AAAAAAAABZE/sFZ6lsRu32s/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276502321065890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;Kaden didn't get to be a part of it because he was older than all the other kids. So I felt bad and decided to go get a pinata to do at our house later that night. Below is a picture of the face Kameron gave me when I told him he couldn't eat the Sixlet he found on the ground. He's so funny. He doesn't talk much yet but his expressions say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TeEtJHWFw8/Tc1-yJ9vASI/AAAAAAAABZM/9Pp0dGeEau0/s320/IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276511279546658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;What started with a simple pinata turned into a full blown fiesta! We hung a banner, tied balloons all over the kitchen, hung lanterns, had flags and sombrero hat straws, etc. We invited some friends over last minute and had a good time. We had chicken enchiladas, quesadillas, beans and rice and strawberry margeritas. (Alcohol free of course.) It was a good time. Se habla espanol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1r2tpFVPATM/Tc1-yuWvNNI/AAAAAAAABZU/oJgOEJiklo0/s320/IMG_1056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276521048093906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojbsyoETyio/Tc1-y88XtuI/AAAAAAAABZc/iRVfyZD5PUw/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606276524964034274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;This is our make-shift pinata. I realized after dinner that I didn't have a rope OR a place to hang one if I did. So we improvised with a mop handle and a belt. Worked the same. Kids still got to whack it with a bat and squealed like they had never seen candy before when it broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;Whew! That's three weeks in a nutshell. I have the best life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7058006109035990547?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7058006109035990547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7058006109035990547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7058006109035990547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7058006109035990547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/05/behind-again.html' title='Behind again'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ApC3wP6T4/Tc19oBlcCTI/AAAAAAAABYc/r6m22CwBtaY/s72-c/IMG_1014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7166058550990863304</id><published>2011-04-19T13:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:44:17.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh. The signs of spring at the Wakley house. Jess breaking out his motorcycle and going to the rodeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpiUiLsrOdg/Ta3jS_AFbxI/AAAAAAAABWg/rqy4pU0hhoI/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379827180334866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We had awesome seats this year. Right in the front and center. Thank heavens Kameron had this walkway to walk around in all night or we wouldn't have made it to the bull riding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lB4kv-nn8ks/Ta3jSb_bDMI/AAAAAAAABWY/IWKEuXQftBk/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379817782316226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H84aJ2Sdyyw/Ta3leOZMtCI/AAAAAAAABW4/bBcAjn39yzg/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597382219314017314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess took the kids for rides around the block on one of the three nice days we've had this spring. The kids love it. Mom didn't get a turn :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7ySQW3X1Kg/Ta3jSMxwDRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Y5qMVhGvVPs/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379813698440466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAukTVCd7WU/Ta3jRma2G-I/AAAAAAAABWI/MU7ReBVhHOs/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379803401821154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden is way into Star Wars lately. It's all he talks about and if he's not playing with his light sabers he's playing Star Wars Legos or watching one of the old Star Wars movies (the new ones are too violent.) He is my biggest helper around the house. I can always count on him to do what I ask without complaining. Heavenly Father knew what He was doing when he made Kaden my oldest child. Here's my favorite Kaden quote for the month, "Mom, I wish baths weren't real."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfM0wnWvg2k/Ta3lch10cQI/AAAAAAAABWo/ie4xKiv2kr4/s320/2011-3732-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597382190174597378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie loves going to preschool. Today she had the option of going to school or staying at home and enjoying a relaxing french toast breakfast with dad (which is rare because Jess is always working before they wake up). She chose preschool. Stinker. She's so mellow and laid back but can be brought to tears in seconds. Usually it's over little things like Jess cutting her pancake BEFORE he put syrup on it. Here's Ellie's quote for the month, "Mom, when I was sleeping my shirt fell off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fk0I1ifCNyo/Ta3ldVv_vNI/AAAAAAAABWw/8zihGBrlfZg/s320/2011-3732-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597382204108815570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least Kameron. He redefines what I previously knew to be a toddler. He is so different from my other two. He gets into everything, throws fits, makes messes all over the house, empties my shoes into the bathtub (then turns on the water), tackles the other kids and sits on them, screams at the top of his lungs if he doesn't get his way, etc, etc. All this on 62 calories a day because he still doesn't eat a darn thing. BUT with all that being said life would never be the same without our Monster Baby. We love him so much. He keeps us on our toes and makes us laugh every day. Since he doesn't talk yet here's Kameron's monthly moment: Kameron LOVES the vacuum. Whenever I vacuum he follows me around, stands right in front of the vacuum and literally nose dives onto the vacuum. That's my upright vacuum. When I get out the central vac hose, he hides in terror. I don't understand the difference but he seems to see one. This is a pic I took of him hiding and crying in the kitchen while I was using the central vac. Silly baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyYhf0mqR6Q/Ta3jRct82iI/AAAAAAAABWA/ARIsaqQxGW4/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597379800797600290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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/932654441814814253-7166058550990863304?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7166058550990863304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7166058550990863304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7166058550990863304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7166058550990863304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpiUiLsrOdg/Ta3jS_AFbxI/AAAAAAAABWg/rqy4pU0hhoI/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5582911951564809946</id><published>2011-03-29T14:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:50:17.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March is almost gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am horrible at posting lately. I can't believe it's been a month. Oops. March was busy but fun. Jess and I celebrated our 8 yr wedding anniversary on the 14th. He brought me home beautiful pink roses! Pink is my most favorite color for those of you who don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-UW8DGzFME/TZJqU5K6AXI/AAAAAAAABUg/miR0f71a7uk/s320/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589646994696700274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I made him muddy buddies (which he remembered when I made them that they were his favorite treat-- I know him so much better than he knows himself :) Then we went to Sandpiper for dinner. Here are eight favorite memories from the past years:&lt;div&gt;1- Kaden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Kameron (in no special order of course... or are they?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Our wedding day. He treated me like I was the most special person on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Our honeymoon. He gave me a tiny white flower while we were on a hike and I still have it pressed in my scriptures in the Bible dictionary under the heading "Jesse".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Our first christmas together. We had NO money so we weren't going to get each other anything. He surprised me with tons of presents saying he "wanted our first christmas together to be special for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- When we were taking celestial marriage together at the institute while we were engaged the teacher was talking about how we act when we cherish something. He pointed down at the way Jesse was holding my hand for an example. He was softly holding it between his two hands. Ahhhh. How sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- All of our vacations. He's always up to trying some new different restaurant or to go swimming spontaneously in the ocean with me. We always have a blast. And even when he gets ANGRY when he's lost I think it's cute. Love you sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xo7zrTeaUVQ/TZJqVEyMW3I/AAAAAAAABUo/Ky9l_4SvBxc/s320/2011-3732-32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589646997814270834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Why are there so many wrinkles on my face?I feel old. I found my first grey hair the other day :(  It had Jesse's name on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For spring break we decided to just go down to SLC for a getaway. Our trip was cut short when Jess had to work for 20 hrs the first day. One of the construction workers at the new hospital cut all of the internet wires so the whole hospital was down which wreaks havoc on Jesse's PACS system. Needless to say I didn't have a husband that day. We finally made it to our hotel in time for me to take the kids swimming. We stayed in West Valley at the hotel with the water park. The kids had a blast. Then we went back to the room just in time to watch Jimmer and the cougars lose the game. Bummer. We had a good weekend though. We went and had family pics done, ate at my favorite sandwhich place Kneaders, saw Tangled, hung out at Jeramy and Heidi's and went bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gX0rlNcdhI/TZJqVwXMTwI/AAAAAAAABU4/ypvWZRMPA7U/s320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647009512181506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kaden LOVES bowling. It was the number one thing he wanted to do on our "vacation". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wa3tzjXUl6s/TZJqWWQ3AWI/AAAAAAAABVA/RWCQqHxWE2U/s320/IMG_0953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647019686166882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Who knew they had these to help kids bowl? Obviously not me or I would have been using one for years. I got THE WORST bowling score out of all of us. Including the kids. I'm good with that though. Bowling is not my favorite thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJqbtyR_hh4/TZJqVnMqCOI/AAAAAAAABUw/lGFkgldJ8mM/s320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647007052073186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Saturday night we went to Jesse's 10 yr misson reunion. (Thanks again for babysitting Jeramy and Heidi!) I love listening to stories about his mission from OTHER people. They never fail to mention how crazy he was (like when he scaled the outside walls of the MTC to take the bars off his window) but also mention just as much how hard of a worker he was. Anyone want to watch my three kids for two weeks while we travel back to Croatia?? Where's Jesse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yOr3nsgkBCc/TZJ76-BqVgI/AAAAAAAABVI/I8y9agwuREo/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666340532803074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5582911951564809946?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5582911951564809946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5582911951564809946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5582911951564809946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5582911951564809946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-is-almost-gone.html' title='March is almost gone..'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-UW8DGzFME/TZJqU5K6AXI/AAAAAAAABUg/miR0f71a7uk/s72-c/IMG_0925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-1901264948196454640</id><published>2011-02-24T13:22:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:54:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my life. I am so blessed to be a member of the Church. I am so lucky to have an amazing family and a healthy body. Here are some of the things that make me happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmgE6VIH9iw/TWa_fHocAeI/AAAAAAAABS4/mn5vX86oyAY/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355729890443746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My crazy kids. They love to "dive" in the bathtub. Mostly this just means sticking their face in the water for ten seconds. They make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aHXL9fBqZY/TWa_fsgkQJI/AAAAAAAABTA/QZWgfY5lBRY/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355739789541522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwnHCYEHoXc/TWbCcEg_IZI/AAAAAAAABUA/7WxbAYBnH6Q/s320/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358976049160594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My MonsterBaby (his nickname). He keeps us all laughing every day with his jibber-jabber talking and screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason. This smile melts my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ixTdB2ejZU/TWa_f6DIi5I/AAAAAAAABTI/tbKPKQO1xv8/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355743424187282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My sweetheart. He always plays with the kids so I can get stuff done and stays up late into the night trying to calm me down by thinking of rational explanations for all my fears and worries. Jess and the kids have invented this game called Jail which is a combo of kick the can and tag. It's always Kaden/Ellie vs Dad/Kameron. It has a billion and one rules and I love listening to them play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKCFijyHYCE/TWa_gGVK0TI/AAAAAAAABTQ/RN3WYzsvUJA/s320/IMG_0869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355746721059122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Time with my kids. I am kind of a perfectionist. Jess prefers to call me a stresser. I have learned to let go of things like a clean house and a scheduled day and am trying to spend more quality time with my kids. At the end of the day, which really matters more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VF88qI9QZ7I/TWa_gpyvw5I/AAAAAAAABTY/gr2FaJ3lzsg/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355756240356242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Who cares if they wanted Christmas and Halloween cookies in February?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aFDz0tHtSI/TWbCOH_BneI/AAAAAAAABTg/_eQA8ZYwNYk/s320/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358736462290402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Savior. Without Him, none of the above would be possible. I took the kids to the IF temple visitors center yesterday to watch the Joseph Smith movie. During scripture study one night Kaden kept asking questions so I told him we could go watch the movie. He didn't take his eyes off the movie for a second and asked a million questions. It's neat to watch him build a testimony and learn about the gospel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MB8qj0f-HUg/TWbCOr41kZI/AAAAAAAABTo/nWfcsSDzfu8/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358746100011410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ok, ok. I had to put chocolate in there somewhere, right? Ellie has an obsession with cupcakes and so I took the kids to a cupcake store in IF. Ellie was in heaven. Kaden refused to pick one out. They didn't have vanilla with vanilla frosting. What a goofball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pARX_ao7rY/TWbCPJbI2mI/AAAAAAAABTw/x13kcFbXMLQ/s320/IMG_0891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358754028509794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NArZC8Secb4/TWbCPZKYI1I/AAAAAAAABT4/lViwNKbLQe8/s320/IMG_0896.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577358758253175634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-1901264948196454640?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/1901264948196454640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=1901264948196454640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1901264948196454640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1901264948196454640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/02/joys-of-my-life.html' title='The joys of my life'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmgE6VIH9iw/TWa_fHocAeI/AAAAAAAABS4/mn5vX86oyAY/s72-c/IMG_0828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-4641821144892596972</id><published>2011-02-14T18:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:47:51.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's and Kameron's walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the beautiful flowers Jess was sweet enough to give me for Valentine's day. He had them delivered to my office since I had to work. He was also my last patient of the day so that counted as our valentine's date! :) He remembered I had purple roses in my bouquet when we were married. How sweet. Aren't I so lucky?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSkDwowm5rk/TVniVTgH3wI/AAAAAAAABSw/IES4ytrRv84/s320/IMG_0816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573734869487836930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my husband more than I can say.... however. He tends to be a little on the disorganized side. Those of you who know him understand completely. I have described him many times as a tornado wreaking havoc in his wake. He leaves things in random places and loses everything. If I had a dollar for every time he said, "Where's my wallet?" I would be traveling around the world in style! For the past year and a half we have lived in this house I have refused to clean his closet. I just close the door and ignore it, trying to make him do it himself. I finally cracked this week and cleaned it for him. Needless to say I filled TWO big garbage bags full of junk. I found some really random things that made me smile and just giggle because he's so funny to me. I love that guy. Here's some of the things I found: the lost tax papers for his business that we have been looking for for ages!, 11 golf tees, 2 golf balls, 6 tubes of chapstick, 25 referral business cards, 5 pens, 6 bullets and 2 UNUSED gift cards. Here's a picture of the finished product. I put a gift bow on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQrVGYYLee4/TVniUveu4AI/AAAAAAAABSg/B4pxmk_c67Q/s320/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573734859818328066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie got a balloon for her valentine party at school. Kaden wanted to see it and let it go in our living room where the ceilings are really high. So it was stuck up there for hours until Jess got a ladder to get it down. When she finally got to play with it again she refused to let it go. She watched a movie, played airplanes with Kaden and ate all her meals with her little hand clutched to the string of the balloon. She's so funny. I love my Ellie-bellie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sf5d1LHC6_I/TVniVEm6H2I/AAAAAAAABSo/jtZ-1w3jqlE/s320/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573734865489764194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Today after work I was standing in the kitchen holding Kameron on my hip and Kaden said, "Ooh mom, you must be getting ready to have a baby real soon because your tummy is huge! OR you just need to exercise, but it looks really big to me." Gee thanks Kaden. That makes me feel like a million bucks. Kids say the funniest things. And mostly, their honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least... Kameron is walking! He started on his birthday but he is now officially walking only and no crawling. He's so cute! He dropped weight at his one year appt and is in the 6th percentile for weight so I have to put him BACK on formula. Blah. The doctor also wants us to see a speech therapist to help him with his food aversion. He's such a funny guy. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=4641821144892596972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4641821144892596972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4641821144892596972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-and-kamerons-walking.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s and Kameron&apos;s walking!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSkDwowm5rk/TVniVTgH3wI/AAAAAAAABSw/IES4ytrRv84/s72-c/IMG_0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-8666000886841086338</id><published>2011-02-08T18:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:57:12.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in SLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our niece Maddie got baptized in Lehi this last weekend. It was so neat to see a baptism. I realized I hadn't seen someone get baptized in like 15 years! To help Kaden and Ellie understand more about baptism before they watched Maddie, I had an FHE lesson where I crumpled pieces of paper up and taped them to Kaden to represent wrong choices. Then when we are baptized our garbage is washed away. When we were sitting in the chapel and Maddie and Jeramy walked in wearing white Ellie said, "Mom, I still don't see Maddie's garbage!" Pretty funny. Kids are so innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxU0lvwlI/AAAAAAAABSQ/APzFEZeYRR0/s1600/IMG_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxUPR3kMI/AAAAAAAABSA/sjEPGvGsjlE/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxUPR3kMI/AAAAAAAABSA/sjEPGvGsjlE/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499544035168450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxTYgwaxI/AAAAAAAABRw/KCNhxFdZB4Y/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxTYgwaxI/AAAAAAAABRw/KCNhxFdZB4Y/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499529333664530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kameron and Grandpa Kim. He's always so nice to give mom a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxT4KcNGI/AAAAAAAABR4/82W0ALH1mMQ/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499537829999714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse's mom's dog Puppy was put down a couple weeks ago. :( While we were down in Lehi they picked up their new puppy, a corgi. We stayed up half the night during Christmas vacation trying to come up with the perfect name for Mary's new puppy. She decided to name her Lucy Katherine. She's pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxUenES7I/AAAAAAAABSI/1NQl26Boh-k/s320/IMG_0777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499548150614962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxU0lvwlI/AAAAAAAABSQ/APzFEZeYRR0/s320/IMG_0779.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499554050654802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHy-zLTcPI/AAAAAAAABSY/cfeTo64Wk8U/s320/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571501374737445106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I love when kids are dressed in matching clothes. I haven't been able to do that until now. Kaden is in kids sizes now so it's hard to find clothes in infant and his size. They sure are handsome. Good thing they look like their father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-8666000886841086338?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/8666000886841086338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=8666000886841086338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8666000886841086338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8666000886841086338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-in-slc.html' title='Weekend in SLC'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TVHxUPR3kMI/AAAAAAAABSA/sjEPGvGsjlE/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-4519331509150090335</id><published>2011-02-02T15:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:22:59.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kaden wanted a snow shovel for his birthday (no surprise there) so he could shovel the driveway with Jess. Well as shown in the picture below Jess has never shoveled the driveway so Kaden and Ellie took matters into their own hands and shoveled for him. I had to take a picture because Ellie thought it would be best to use a garden shovel. They finally got cold and gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUnXKr9l1aI/AAAAAAAABRk/JzmFENg_ODI/s1600/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUnXKr9l1aI/AAAAAAAABRk/JzmFENg_ODI/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569218992820049314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUnXKKU499I/AAAAAAAABRc/vmwU1Ij98P8/s1600/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUnXKKU499I/AAAAAAAABRc/vmwU1Ij98P8/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569218983790966738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a typical meal for Kameron. Everything on his tray ends up on his bib after he spits it out. He doesn't eat anything. I don't know where he gets the energy to tear the house apart everyday. I bought some pediasure today... maybe that will help him break out of the 10th percentile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-4519331509150090335?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/4519331509150090335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=4519331509150090335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4519331509150090335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4519331509150090335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/02/kaden-wanted-snow-shovel-for-his.html' title='Just a few words'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUnXKr9l1aI/AAAAAAAABRk/JzmFENg_ODI/s72-c/DSC00535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5144650448766250464</id><published>2011-01-29T11:07:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:06:34.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kameron's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURb3_0oCwI/AAAAAAAABRM/IT_SHR-7OeU/s1600/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZbPBKSFI/AAAAAAAABQM/CbqkuEHWTNg/s1600/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZbPBKSFI/AAAAAAAABQM/CbqkuEHWTNg/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673363759515730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can never believe it when my babies turn one. That first year goes by way fast. Even though Kameron had no clue it was his birthday, Kaden and Ellie did and they were so excited all week. Kaden asked if he could stay home from school and with Jesse's permission I said "Yes!" (Most of you know my opinion of Kindergarten.) So we partied all day. The kids played with balloons all morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZbWBj_SI/AAAAAAAABQU/BocHP4xirtE/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673365640248610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday, new car seat! I love when I can turn the car seats forward! Kameron, of course, had a scowl on his face like always but he finally got used to his seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZb4ARUmI/AAAAAAAABQc/WbfLy6VT8pY/s320/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673374761636450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The kids wanted to go to McDonalds for lunch which is kind of a birthday tradition. Kameron was pretty hyper. Probably because his best friend Jesse was there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZcMcjBQI/AAAAAAAABQk/ir5pI8DvSno/s320/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673380248945922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZceYM0ZI/AAAAAAAABQs/W6UzWVHCjD8/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673385062551954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My parents came down and took us to dinner at Texas Roadhouse, another birthday tradition in the Wakley family. Kameron was CrAzY at dinner. We could not control the monster! All he wanted to do was sit on the table and throw everything on it on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURe4rzONAI/AAAAAAAABRU/ToZu3FQWK9k/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567679367260025858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURb274stKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ssdSQRSizlg/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567676038683341986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;It's not a party unless you have a party hat! It didn't last very long on his head but I had to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURb3Vs3WRI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_VyNM3VC9u8/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567676045613029650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Oh look! Imagine that! Kameron has his mad face on! (That's what Ellie calls it.) He did NOT like his cupcake. I tried to get him to at least try the frosting but his scowl got worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURb3tvJdSI/AAAAAAAABRE/pPTFLzK7y7s/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567676052065056034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Jesse is always so good to have fun in the moment! I always have to stick to the schedule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURb3_0oCwI/AAAAAAAABRM/IT_SHR-7OeU/s320/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567676056919870210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron's favorite thing to play with is cars so his favorite toy was the car he could ride. He actually had to wait his turn while Kaden and Ellie enjoyed it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We love our Kameroony! Like I said on previous posts he is like a new baby lately. He does not like to cuddle or to let you rock him to sleep. He will give his dad hugs and me kisses though. But only when he wants to. He's doing better at night and takes longer naps during the day. He is a horrible eater. His favorite is oatmeal with yogurt. Other than that he usually spits it back out. He loves to make funny faces and knows when people are laughing at him. He is so close to walking but refuses to try. I remember Jess and I saying "He'll be walking by Thanksgiving for sure!" He's been able to crawl and walk with his walker since he was 7 mos old and at Christmas he was walking all the way across the room. But now he won't even try to walk. Maybe someday. He loves Kaden and Ellie and they are always so nice to play with him and run into his room when he wakes up from naps. They still fight over who gets to pick out his diaper. They are pretty protective of him and always run to tell me if he has something in his mouth or is going up the stairs. He likes to throw fits already when he doesn't get what he wants which is something the other two never really did. But we love all the laughs he gives us--he's such a cutie pie. Happy birthday Kameron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5144650448766250464?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5144650448766250464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5144650448766250464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5144650448766250464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5144650448766250464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/01/kamerons-1st-birthday.html' title='Kameron&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TURZbPBKSFI/AAAAAAAABQM/CbqkuEHWTNg/s72-c/DSC00503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7112784258707574553</id><published>2011-01-26T09:12:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:56:14.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If looks could kill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kameron started making this face a couple weeks ago and I can easily say this is how his face looks 50% of the day. At first it made me feel bad, like he was mad at me or didn't like me. But then I realized that he makes that face for just about any emotion. When he's mad, sad, hurt, confused, doesn't like something or someone. It's pretty funny. What a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUBIh6GjLHI/AAAAAAAABP8/QpZIu55ozTc/s1600/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUBIhuCHHBI/AAAAAAAABP0/MXep0ABzzko/s1600/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUBIhuCHHBI/AAAAAAAABP0/MXep0ABzzko/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566528883559701522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has changed into a completely different baby within the past couple months. He had allergic colitis when he was born so he was on soy formula and was constantly throwing up. When I switched him over to whole milk at about 10 mos he completely changed. No more throwing up, he sleeps better, he actually has a personality now. He was super mellow and kept to himself. Now he's a total wild child and doesn't slow down for one second. He loves to laugh and talks all day. I didn't recognize this for what it was until he was off the formula then I realized how bad it was. When I would go get him from his crib in the morning he would have no emotion where my other kids would get excited and smile. Now when I go get him he cuddles into my shoulder and talks to me. I feel pretty badly about it. Poor kid. So in some ways I feel like I'm just starting to get to know Kameron. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUBIh6GjLHI/AAAAAAAABP8/QpZIu55ozTc/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566528886799543410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day Kaden and Jess were wrestling around like they usually do and Jess sat on Kaden and farted in his face. (Totally gross, I know. Where do boys come up with this stuff?) Well, Kaden didn't appreciate that so he went up to his bedroom upset. A couple of minutes later a little note came floating down from his bedroom and this is what it said, "dad win you fardid in mi fas that mad me sad." Translated it says "Dad when you farted in my face that made me sad." It was pretty funny. A couple hours later Jess made him upset again and throughout the rest of the night we got two more notes floating from the sky. They read, "mom, dad iz bad," and "dad, you ar doomd". That's Kaden for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUBO06hIT6I/AAAAAAAABQE/6zYKSiwzpzw/s320/IMG_0682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566535810398310306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture and later realized what Kaden was doing in the background! Yuck! So this last week Kaden and Ellie both had nightmares at night and I was laughing at the differences in their nightmares and now they totally match their personalities. Ellie who is dramatic and has a vivid imagination had a nightmare that she was being chased by wolves. They chased her into a wall and there was a pathway to get out but they were blocking it. Then they started to bite her arms and her back. I thought this was a pretty intense nightmare for a four year old! Very scary. A couple nights later Kaden also told me he had a nightmare. He said he somewhere eating lunch and he was so full but the lady said he HAD to eat ALL of his soup. Then he said, "It was VERY scary!" Of course this would be a nightmare to Kaden who is too logical to have too much of an imagination and follows rules to the tee. I had to laugh. I love my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7112784258707574553?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7112784258707574553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7112784258707574553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7112784258707574553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7112784258707574553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-looks-could-kill.html' title='If looks could kill...'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TUBIhuCHHBI/AAAAAAAABP0/MXep0ABzzko/s72-c/DSC00420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2051813186361332839</id><published>2010-12-30T15:22:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:03:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was fun this year but a little hurried. It's been a crazy month. I miscarried a baby and had a D&amp;amp;C the day after Kaden's bday. Jesse's grandma passed away the day after his birthday and her funeral was two days after Christmas. I didn't feel like I got to spend enough time with the kids and help them feel the real reason for the season. Good motivation for me to try harder next year. But we still had a very merry christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0IEJeqlFI/AAAAAAAABN0/K_cQV9y_z10/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556606382602097746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We made gingerbread houses. We split into teams and did boys vs girls. I don't need to tell you who won :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0IEaDoIvI/AAAAAAAABN8/KagGnOMe47A/s320/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556606387052094194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0IEtiPB4I/AAAAAAAABOE/DDCu5MgX81c/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556606392280745858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Finished products. Girls is on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0IE4KF1GI/AAAAAAAABOM/Lf1rC-nJ61k/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556606395132269666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tami and her kids joined us for dinner on Christmas Eve. The kids opened the presents they got each other. They all got pillow pets and I could not believe how excited they all were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0IFOd_6uI/AAAAAAAABOU/1K9B0HpmNv4/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556606401121348322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;After dinner we acted out the nativity which is a tradition from my childhood. It's always my favorite part of Christmas. Jesse makes a good donkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0Lxg4N9FI/AAAAAAAABO8/X5Gzov6pOOM/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556610460512285778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the kids modeling their Christmas pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0LxQbkCGI/AAAAAAAABO0/m0etjamiJEE/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556610456097130594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got Jess a belgian waffle maker. He made us waffles for breakfast. Needless to say, nobody finished theirs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0LwyS3L5I/AAAAAAAABOs/OOogHg6KW0g/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556610448007573394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0LwoZHDuI/AAAAAAAABOk/6jFFy4qtf1I/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556610445349424866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0LwJbJq2I/AAAAAAAABOc/BtpYme57yoE/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556610437036485474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0NZ1OmXAI/AAAAAAAABPE/3ukQS6rfPPA/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612252681264130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here's the calm after the storm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0NaKr3sgI/AAAAAAAABPM/q8z8dCD4b50/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612258441179650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We went to Malad later that day. All of the cousins got a pillow pet for Christmas. Here they all are sitting on them waiting for more presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0NabGBrjI/AAAAAAAABPU/P3Gf35-8HIU/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612262845853234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Jesse and his brother and his dad. They all got those funnel ice scrapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0Na5h0kBI/AAAAAAAABPc/rNxquSTwAos/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612271015497746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ellie got the Lalaloopsy she was hoping for. She also got a makeup kit and put makeup on all day every day we were there. For some reason she mostly applied it to her chin and nose. What a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2051813186361332839?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2051813186361332839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2051813186361332839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2051813186361332839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2051813186361332839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0IEJeqlFI/AAAAAAAABN0/K_cQV9y_z10/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-938562631882190464</id><published>2010-12-30T14:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:10:41.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Jesse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess turned 30 years old on the 21st. He actually has been dreading this birthday for the past year. I tried to make the day special to make him forget his old age. He loves to go out for breakfast so we went to Denny's. After work he opened presents then we went to a movie and dinner. (Thanks Tami for watching the kids!) I think his favorite present was the chess set made of marble from Iraq from Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does have ONE gray hair right above his left ear. He still looks hot to me though! He is always so good to play with the kids and wrestle with Kaden. He is Kameron's favorite person in the world. He follows Jess around all day and dives out of my arms so that Jess will hold him. (Nevermind that mom has been changing his diaper and feeding him all day!) He is so patient with me even when I wake him up at 3am because I had a bad dream. He makes me laugh everyday with his sarcasm and jokes. He would do anything for anyone and does everything for us! Thanks for being you! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0CI_-U4WI/AAAAAAAABNc/uqmlWYeRiMY/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599868880118114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I am a total loser and the only pics I took all day were at Denny's that morning. Here's my handsome boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0CJUwTJ3I/AAAAAAAABNk/Hy5D4nGc4Cw/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599874458429298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I don't think Ellie ever just smiles for the camera. She's my crazy girl. I look like I just turned 80 in this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0CJocd7WI/AAAAAAAABNs/69kx9Pylh9s/s320/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599879743958370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron as usual was a pure delight at the restaurant. I'm sure it was because we kept him up all night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-938562631882190464?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/938562631882190464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=938562631882190464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/938562631882190464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/938562631882190464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-30th-jesse.html' title='Happy 30th Jesse!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TR0CI_-U4WI/AAAAAAAABNc/uqmlWYeRiMY/s72-c/IMG_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5368575100950561301</id><published>2010-12-17T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:46:30.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kaden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden turned 6 on Wednesday! I was realizing the other day how much I depend on him. He is the biggest helper around the house. He does whatever I ask without complaining. He was the perfect child to be the oldest. He's always so cheerful and loves to have fun. He gets so excited for his birthday! He doesn't care about Christmas until his birthday is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8er4qk_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/R7i7SrHiLU8/s1600/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8er4qk_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/R7i7SrHiLU8/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551738201026761714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Craigos pizza for dinner with Tami and kids. Then we went to the Fun Zone which has become quite the birthday tradition around here! Then home for cake and presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8eU8UPuI/AAAAAAAABNI/-JGqUdBYnic/s1600/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8eU8UPuI/AAAAAAAABNI/-JGqUdBYnic/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551738194868059874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden as usual wanted vanilla cake with vanilla frosting! I was able to convince him to have the Rainbow chip sparkles this year. That's my boy! Never too adventurous. Doesn't like to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8d2fOIGI/AAAAAAAABM4/0skjv6Y7Q3Y/s1600/DSC00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8d2fOIGI/AAAAAAAABM4/0skjv6Y7Q3Y/s320/DSC00300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551738186692960354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sent him balloons at school. When I picked him up all of the kids were circled around him wanting to see his balloons. He loved it. It came with a bag of candy which he didn't even touch. Ellie, however, asked if she could have the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8dnLvoCI/AAAAAAAABMw/RJ9IuF7xiXM/s1600/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8dnLvoCI/AAAAAAAABMw/RJ9IuF7xiXM/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551738182584737826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got spoiled with presents! His favorites were his remote control car and his spark scooter. The next morning him and Ellie were arguing about something and he said, "Ellie! You have to be nice to me, I'm 6 now!" Too funny. We love our Kaden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5368575100950561301?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5368575100950561301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5368575100950561301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5368575100950561301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5368575100950561301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-kaden.html' title='Happy Birthday Kaden!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TQu8er4qk_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/R7i7SrHiLU8/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-4028165012540863851</id><published>2010-11-29T09:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:52:04.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I've been horrible at posting lately I thought I would put up some random pics I found on my iPhone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj7N8hqUI/AAAAAAAABMo/oC8-0mMAjNM/s1600/IMG_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj7N8hqUI/AAAAAAAABMo/oC8-0mMAjNM/s320/IMG_0430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545026172718524738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is the funniest picture of Kameron! Taken this summer in West Yellowstone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj6gtCzKI/AAAAAAAABMg/EEPY3ME_Pl8/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj6gtCzKI/AAAAAAAABMg/EEPY3ME_Pl8/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545026160573992098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family picture at Mesa Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj5zhhd0I/AAAAAAAABMY/zOVdLdeTMmo/s1600/IMG_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj5zhhd0I/AAAAAAAABMY/zOVdLdeTMmo/s320/IMG_0458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545026148446074690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden tackling a Big Judd's burger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj4tAhM3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/W_c5dAASwI8/s1600/IMG_0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj4tAhM3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/W_c5dAASwI8/s320/IMG_0473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545026129517163378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys! Kaden is the biggest helper with Kameron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj4MufUMI/AAAAAAAABMI/xO0ffPdp4tk/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj4MufUMI/AAAAAAAABMI/xO0ffPdp4tk/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545026120851607746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spongebob pj's! They love wearing these together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY7CjtBaI/AAAAAAAABMA/I_1z86ZZT70/s1600/IMG_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY7CjtBaI/AAAAAAAABMA/I_1z86ZZT70/s320/IMG_0650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014075033716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden thought he was so funny the other night, he insisted I take a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY6SQMJKI/AAAAAAAABL4/VALpWw02gI8/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY6SQMJKI/AAAAAAAABL4/VALpWw02gI8/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014062066967714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to dinner with Keri and Jim. Why does Keri have antlers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY54LMtII/AAAAAAAABLw/mRmiyjpcB9A/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY54LMtII/AAAAAAAABLw/mRmiyjpcB9A/s320/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014055066711170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kameron in his winter hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY5TxgyaI/AAAAAAAABLo/EThAzZ0Olrg/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY5TxgyaI/AAAAAAAABLo/EThAzZ0Olrg/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014045295298978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden and Ellie playing in my mom's backyard in the leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY4eq-kyI/AAAAAAAABLg/T4-ZNAjTTk0/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPY4eq-kyI/AAAAAAAABLg/T4-ZNAjTTk0/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014031040811810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so handy to have a camera on my iPhone. Tons of moments I would have otherwise missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-4028165012540863851?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/4028165012540863851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=4028165012540863851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4028165012540863851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4028165012540863851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-pictures.html' title='Catch-up pictures'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TPPj7N8hqUI/AAAAAAAABMo/oC8-0mMAjNM/s72-c/IMG_0430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-249377447884622225</id><published>2010-11-09T13:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:21:57.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last weekend my sister Erin turned 30. To celebrate all of us sisters and my mom had a shopping trip in Park City/Salt Lake. It was so much fun! Jess was super nice and watched the kids for two full days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1TBvoXpI/AAAAAAAABLI/mSvDsoL8JxQ/s1600/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1TBvoXpI/AAAAAAAABLI/mSvDsoL8JxQ/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537656555319090834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my mom. I love that lady!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1Syt8iQI/AAAAAAAABLA/xiQ6KO9jN9M/s1600/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1Syt8iQI/AAAAAAAABLA/xiQ6KO9jN9M/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537656551285491970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Erin Casey and Keri (left to right.) All of my sisters are so amazing to me. They always just love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1x7T7YJI/AAAAAAAABLQ/2xiROVNyIFU/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537657086168227986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;These two pictures are a total inside joke that runs in the family. To sum it up we like to laugh at silly things, which is why I love my sisters. Thanks for the awesome weekend girls! Can't wait til I turn 30! Vegas baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1yOn5GoI/AAAAAAAABLY/WgO1XZOlTH8/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537657091352238722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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/932654441814814253-249377447884622225?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/249377447884622225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=249377447884622225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/249377447884622225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/249377447884622225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/11/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls Weekend'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNm1TBvoXpI/AAAAAAAABLI/mSvDsoL8JxQ/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3901733976955535333</id><published>2010-11-09T13:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:47:23.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Better late than never. Here's the Wakley Family Halloween 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmyxtuZG6I/AAAAAAAABKg/ljz0lKSVXOA/s1600/DSC00276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmyxtuZG6I/AAAAAAAABKg/ljz0lKSVXOA/s320/DSC00276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537653783986248610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden was Optimus Prime, Kameron a duck and Ellie a Princess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmyxUwfW6I/AAAAAAAABKY/knOyZRZaBDE/s1600/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmyxUwfW6I/AAAAAAAABKY/knOyZRZaBDE/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537653777284160418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sure hated this costume! Kept him warm though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmubwYeQEI/AAAAAAAABKQ/zuAsnM6l2UM/s1600/DSC00270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmubwYeQEI/AAAAAAAABKQ/zuAsnM6l2UM/s320/DSC00270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537649008695984194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ellie the Princess for trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmubRDDgAI/AAAAAAAABKI/GaMJ4bI3UFg/s1600/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmubRDDgAI/AAAAAAAABKI/GaMJ4bI3UFg/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537649000284651522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ellie the Mouse for her preschool party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmubLzp9aI/AAAAAAAABKA/P5pIG6kW8I0/s1600/DSC00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmubLzp9aI/AAAAAAAABKA/P5pIG6kW8I0/s320/DSC00260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537648998877885858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ellie the Angel for the ward carnival. Good thing she hasn't grown in two years, all of her old costumes still fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmua-9ZTuI/AAAAAAAABJ4/CSNJAyVdx_Q/s1600/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmua-9ZTuI/AAAAAAAABJ4/CSNJAyVdx_Q/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537648995429076706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made Halloween sugar cookies with Mary's BEST EVER sugar cookie recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmuap114LI/AAAAAAAABJw/zczsCUTAtDE/s1600/DSC00255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmuap114LI/AAAAAAAABJw/zczsCUTAtDE/s320/DSC00255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537648989760250034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jess dressed up as a princess for the ward party! Ellie was so discusted that dad was wearing makeup. He won the award for the nuttiest costume. Even dressed as a girl sweetheart, you still look good! :)&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/932654441814814253-3901733976955535333?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3901733976955535333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3901733976955535333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3901733976955535333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3901733976955535333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TNmyxtuZG6I/AAAAAAAABKg/ljz0lKSVXOA/s72-c/DSC00276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2794279144849450407</id><published>2010-09-21T18:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:20:28.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'll admit I was looking forward to school starting again. It's nice to have a schedule and a little more quiet at the house. Ellie is going to preschool this year and Kaden started Kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJlK-cZ_dQI/AAAAAAAABJo/FbWja6FHepM/s1600/DSC00245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJlK-cZ_dQI/AAAAAAAABJo/FbWja6FHepM/s320/DSC00245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519525254956807426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie loves school. She came down the stairs on her first day with her backpack asking if it was time for school yet. She didn't even look back, just ran inside and hung up her coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJlK9hHDN5I/AAAAAAAABJg/R2ywsNq3QYo/s1600/DSC00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJlK9hHDN5I/AAAAAAAABJg/R2ywsNq3QYo/s320/DSC00242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519525239039670162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden was also pretty excited. But when I picked him up on the first day he buried his face in my leg and bawled. He HATES it. Every time he has to go he cries and cries. Hopefully it gets better. They are doing all-day kindergarten so maybe the day is just too long for him. Who knows. Poor guy. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2794279144849450407?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2794279144849450407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2794279144849450407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2794279144849450407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2794279144849450407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJlK-cZ_dQI/AAAAAAAABJo/FbWja6FHepM/s72-c/DSC00245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-9028823385224405015</id><published>2010-09-21T16:18:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:13:34.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more we go to San Diego, the harder it is to leave each time. I'm getting pretty attached. We always have a blast. There's something about the ocean that makes you always want to go back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkxRi61zBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/As31yE-hqio/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519496995820391442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Here are the kids on the plane. It's always such chaos getting through the airport with three suitcases, three kids and three carseats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkxSG3EeAI/AAAAAAAABGY/OQqSg5OJvs8/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519497005468252162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We got to San Diego on Tuesday which was my birthday. I got to pick where we had dinner so I chose Alfonso's in La Jolla. We've been there before and I love their soup and tortillas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkxS4I6HdI/AAAAAAAABGg/2pjd6jdOvro/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519497018696408530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkxT432yWI/AAAAAAAABGo/4_eAbXALvJg/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519497036073191778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkxUiyp9gI/AAAAAAAABGw/dk-n5fc3muo/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519497047325668866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;La Jolla is so pretty! After dinner we walked around the shops and watched seals swimming in the cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk0xG9ZbNI/AAAAAAAABG4/dBlZl2WVSrE/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519500836605619410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;While Jess goes to meetings all day we lay around the beach. The kids played here for hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk0x_6XUXI/AAAAAAAABHA/4ucCdxzR55I/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519500851893719410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My sweet baby Kameron. Always gives a smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk0yrLMPKI/AAAAAAAABHI/dB74sSj6VjE/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519500863507020962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Jess with the kids riding the waves. We had gorgeous weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk0zKerhlI/AAAAAAAABHQ/sXmUKbJz8n0/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519500871910262354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron was content to crawl around in the sand and would have stayed there forever. I was surprised, he didn't even try to put the sand in his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk0zknbajI/AAAAAAAABHY/k_4AydbNnX4/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519500878926277170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Since it's been eternity since I posted, this is the first picture of Kameron crawling. He started crawling at seven mos old. He crawls like this though, on his hands and feet. It's pretty cute. He already pulls himself up to a stand on furniture. I think he'll be walking pretty soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk4ejtupHI/AAAAAAAABHg/jfnJoHrbL2Q/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519504915953525874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The kids' favorite part is always Seaworld. This year they had a new dolphin show which was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk6EdMYFgI/AAAAAAAABHo/fklmrD8yCdc/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519506666549679618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kaden wanted to sit in the soak zone at the Shamu show. We got pretty wet. Ellie cried. So did Kameron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk6Wrc098I/AAAAAAAABHw/2sDkIEs0uY4/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519506979614422978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got wet again at the dolphins and at the dog/cat show. Ellie cried every time. So did Kameron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk6jOs16PI/AAAAAAAABH4/0wJP95q3O4g/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519507195235264754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk66De37jI/AAAAAAAABIA/1FVSTp4SaVo/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519507587360878130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk7SReedqI/AAAAAAAABII/nyazp-PHkyw/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519508003434165922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk7kNDF5NI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kblRwebfNNE/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519508311483213010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden LOVES to ride his bike so Saturday morning we rented some beach cruisers and went for a bike ride on the beach. Jess and Kaden were on a tandem bike and I pulled the trailer with Kameron and Ellie in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk70gPn-UI/AAAAAAAABIY/pPBiARL6o_s/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519508591513958722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;That afternoon we went to the pier. This statue is next to the USS Midway. It was huge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk8KDS39sI/AAAAAAAABIg/1x6nMLXDw98/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519508961700083394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We love eating sea food, but only when it's fresh. That's one of my favorite parts about going to the coast. It was cool to watch the boats and the seals in the water during lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk8e0x9PhI/AAAAAAAABIo/2o68ue2fZm0/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519509318581173778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk8zlJomAI/AAAAAAAABIw/2MW9CDd_AOc/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519509675162769410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Next we took the ferry over to Coronado. It's another small touristy town place. I like the lady smiling at the camera behind us! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk913hPf9I/AAAAAAAABI4/iLAjiLHK_ZY/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519510813964992466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a cupcake shop in Coronado and Kaden and Ellie each picked one. Their choices are so typical of their personalities: Kaden - vanilla on vanilla and Ellie - chocolate on chocolate! Kaden is very cautious and predictable. Ellie's wild and ready for adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk92sCitWI/AAAAAAAABJA/YCorOUZCyfQ/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519510828063307106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk93aS_btI/AAAAAAAABJI/aBChM9TjJlI/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519510840480329426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Our new camera does a panoramic shot. Kinda cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk93tXt8VI/AAAAAAAABJQ/oJY93hV7c_Y/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519510845600428370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 70px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this handsome guy on the pier. He's a keeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJk94Xm-WkI/AAAAAAAABJY/fi8IwiulqOo/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519510856938707522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-9028823385224405015?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/9028823385224405015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=9028823385224405015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/9028823385224405015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/9028823385224405015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/09/san-diego-2010.html' title='San Diego 2010'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkxRi61zBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/As31yE-hqio/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3449619476297922300</id><published>2010-09-21T15:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:13:23.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the inevitable happened. Every family has their story of their children cutting their hair. We all know Jesse has a strong preference for long hair. I quickly realized that when it comes to Ellie, I do too. I was sitting in the office at the computer when Ellie came in to ask me a question. I looked over at her and immediately yelled, "What did you do!?!" Ellie had chunky layers on both sides of her face going all the way up to her ears. Jesse came running in and when he found out what was wrong he pounded his fists on the ground and yelled, "NO!!" To no surprise all of this yelling made Ellie start to cry. Jesse immediately scooped her up to make her feel better. We definitely over reacted. To add to the problem it was 5 o'clock at night on Labor Day and we were leaving for San Diego at 7 am the next morning. Luckily, Malad is on the way to Salt Lake so we ran down to Tera's house and she fixed Ellie's hair. (Thanks Tera!) We had to cut off 8 inches total. Ellie was hardest on herself. She told Jess, "I hate my face!" After it was cut I asked her that night if she liked her hair cut and she said, "No, I just want my hair long." Hopefully she'll remember that next time she decides to play with her school scissors with Kaden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkr-Gw1kSI/AAAAAAAABGI/oLbkqZ7Cl1o/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519491164286587170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the pile of hair I found in the garbage can. We came to find out that it was Ellie's idea but Kaden did a few snips too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkr84kdsVI/AAAAAAAABF4/QQNHvSzTYNw/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519491143296725330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This side was the worst. You can't really see it but she took a chunk out just above her ear lobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkr9Vt0WSI/AAAAAAAABGA/_9EXv6POHrA/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519491151120587042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;She did pretty good on this side! It actually looked like it was supposed to be that way. For an after shot, see following posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-3449619476297922300?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3449619476297922300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3449619476297922300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3449619476297922300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3449619476297922300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/09/ellies-haircut.html' title='Ellie&apos;s haircut'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TJkr-Gw1kSI/AAAAAAAABGI/oLbkqZ7Cl1o/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2799650136687236948</id><published>2010-07-21T13:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:18:20.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Northwest Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to start taking some fun vacations instead of buying each other birthday and Christmas presents. This year we went over to the Oregon Coast and up through Washington and northern Idaho. It was 10 days and absolutely wonderful. It was nice to spend time as a family. The kids loved it and did great considering all the driving we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdMCY9XuiI/AAAAAAAABCg/A2hTxoMAzhs/s320/DSCN1175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496445474172287522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop was Bend, Oregon. We were there just in time for their Summer Festival. This was a statue the kids sat by on a bench... Kaden is looking inside his empty wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdMC-CitKI/AAAAAAAABCo/o878JPpQYR4/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496445484126090402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron definitely logged some serious hours in his backpack carrier! He did really well during the vacation, except for a few screaming spells in the car (which was expected!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdMDTl0LoI/AAAAAAAABCw/ScXng_GbqLY/s320/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496445489911180930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;What handsome boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdMD3MtOLI/AAAAAAAABC4/NkCXXtWsbVs/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496445499469543602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Newport, Oregon our next stop. We spent three days here. It's a town right on the coast. It wasn't warm by any means but we had a lot of sunshine and a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdMEQ38lzI/AAAAAAAABDA/waJ_EC3LkXo/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496445506361792306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;These sea lions were sun bathing on the pier right in the middle of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdORd0mdyI/AAAAAAAABDI/uSnf5C_gE_E/s320/DSCN1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496447932198975266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's my girl! Always pulling some sort of face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdORwNEWzI/AAAAAAAABDQ/oOnLng733qo/s320/DSCN1214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496447937133435698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are eating Mo's famous clam chowder. It actually just tasted like potato soup. Way over-rated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdOSRqXfoI/AAAAAAAABDY/eoNYKP6WQgs/s320/DSCN1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496447946114694786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the beach which is always the kids' favorite thing to do. You can't really swim here though. The water is ICE cold. It makes your feet ache when it touches them. Still fun to play in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdOS7QxTUI/AAAAAAAABDg/RdIVGJn-Evw/s320/DSCN1229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496447957281623362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture because it is the perfect example of my children's personalities. Kaden would rather work and do something productive and Ellie is a wild child who likes adventure and getting dirty. He wanted to build sand castles and she just wanted to jump in the water and run away from the waves. They couldn't be more opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdOTfsH6KI/AAAAAAAABDo/RW0WW9hxZFY/s320/DSCN1233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496447967060027554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is one of the two times a year Jesse wore flip flops! He walked very slowly and gingerly! Even the soft sand hurt his baby soft feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP4wgRPTI/AAAAAAAABDw/MKnOAOAwBOw/s1600/DSCN1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP4wgRPTI/AAAAAAAABDw/MKnOAOAwBOw/s320/DSCN1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496449706740497714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The coast was so green and pretty. It was a scenic drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP5S0yVBI/AAAAAAAABD4/rQYKiWXc2iE/s1600/DSCN1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP5S0yVBI/AAAAAAAABD4/rQYKiWXc2iE/s320/DSCN1238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496449715953357842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you strain your eyes that little white dot clear on that cliff is one of the lighthouses we saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP5wzAIUI/AAAAAAAABEA/3vrF6oaLqvg/s1600/DSCN1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP5wzAIUI/AAAAAAAABEA/3vrF6oaLqvg/s320/DSCN1247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496449723998937410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the largest sea cave in the world. You take an elevator down 300 feet and you can sit and watch the sea lions interact. It smelled so bad! This picture is outside and above the sea cave where the other half of the sea lions were. None of my pics from inside the cave turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP6YZkOZI/AAAAAAAABEI/Q7AwOevSBVw/s1600/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP6YZkOZI/AAAAAAAABEI/Q7AwOevSBVw/s320/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496449734629669266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the tallest lighthouse in Oregon called Yaquina Head. They aren't as big as I pictured...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP6xnimqI/AAAAAAAABEQ/NsvAM0f82Ko/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdP6xnimqI/AAAAAAAABEQ/NsvAM0f82Ko/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496449741399169698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were very helpful and always wanted to take turns pushing Kameron around. It's much easier having three children than one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdVH266ekI/AAAAAAAABEY/epWFUQxON1o/s320/DSCN1248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496455463719041602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the coolest things we did was exploring the tidal pools. When the tide recedes it leaves these pools of water with sea life still in them. There were tons of star fish (below- who ever knew there were purple starfish?) crabs, mussels and anemone. We made Ellie say green anemone like twelve times because she said it so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for the awful part of our trip! This picture below is the last picture taken with my new camera! Right after this picture I slipped on the rocks and smashed my lens. Luckily I was able to get the pictures I had already taken off of it but my camera is broken. For the rest of the trip we had to use Jesse's iPhone 4 which luckily has a good camera in it. Bummer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdVImjGQWI/AAAAAAAABEg/t6NjCRlB_rY/s320/DSCN1255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496455476504052066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The next day in Newport Jesse had booked a deep sea fishing trip. It was suggested by the captain that Kaden not go so I decided at the last minute to take the kids on a whale watching cruise while Jess was fishing all morning. We had a blast! We saw two whales, the kids got to throw out a crab box and then hold the crab they caught. We didn't get seasick at all. (All my pics from the boat are on our old iPhone.) When we got back to the pier and met Jesse he had had a much different experience on the water! He only lasted about ten minutes after the boat stopped to fish. For the next four hours he was leaning over the side of the boat puking his guts out. He threw up so hard he popped a blood vessel in his eye and strained all the muscles in his neck. Poor guy. He didn't even want to keep the crab he caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Next was up to Portland. Our plan was to go to the zoo. Or on second thought maybe not! We got stuck in traffic for an hour trying to get to the zoo only to find that both parking lots for it were completely full and the line to get on the shuttle buses was about 500 yards long, four people deep. I called the zoo to see what was going on and found out it was their busiest day of the year-- Discount Day. Who knew. We skipped the zoo and went to see the temple instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdVJTOiW5I/AAAAAAAABEo/y5iqJvbDbKU/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496455488497408914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were off to Seattle. We went to the Museum of Flight which was really interesting. Kaden and Ellie love airplanes so they liked it. This is a picture of the inside of the Air Force One from Pres. Kennedy and Pres. Johnson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdVJ_A-rSI/AAAAAAAABEw/Pcxphntr9jc/s320/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496455500251704610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdVKYBfb6I/AAAAAAAABE4/yLtfjfX8OsU/s320/IMG_0752.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496455506964737954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdXy6GkHiI/AAAAAAAABFA/PsyGd2aegaY/s320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496458402330844706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second day in Seattle we went to the famous Pike's Market Place. It's a huge outdoor local farmers market. There was some good food and BEAUTIFUL flowers for way cheap. I wanted to buy all of them but I hear flowers don't last long in a hot car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdXz0oUQmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mH9mGfIZ7r0/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496458418041668194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdYdgc8pYI/AAAAAAAABFg/1FhSELOo0yo/s320/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496459134179779970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Kaden couldn't resist but touch all of the fish he saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdYeZfAAeI/AAAAAAAABFo/RyXjOjpFnok/s320/IMG_0776.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496459149489209826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We made Ellie's day when we bought her a bag of cherries. She loves fruit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdX0sgIRDI/AAAAAAAABFY/QWUxj9I5EBE/s320/IMG_0786.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496458433039713330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last stop was in Coeur d'Alene for three days. We went to an amusement/water park one day. We were there for 11 hours and could have stayed a lot longer! Jess was brave and went on all the roller coasters. I did a few but I don't enjoy the crazy ones like Jess. The kids went on tons of rides and swam and then crashed at night. We played on the lake the next day and then made the long 7 hr drive home. It was an awesome trip. I wonder where the road will lead us next summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2799650136687236948?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2799650136687236948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2799650136687236948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2799650136687236948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2799650136687236948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/07/northwest-vacation.html' title='Northwest Vacation'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TEdMCY9XuiI/AAAAAAAABCg/A2hTxoMAzhs/s72-c/DSCN1175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2724601145481155142</id><published>2010-07-07T13:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:07:58.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbXRLx32I/AAAAAAAABB4/PLTH68S3DzI/s1600/DSCN1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbUy-0mRI/AAAAAAAABBY/JrE6zwRTrjg/s1600/DSCN1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbUy-0mRI/AAAAAAAABBY/JrE6zwRTrjg/s320/DSCN1151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491254996000610578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Malad for the fourth. I like their parade because it's short with lots of candy for the kids. Then we went to Logan because my sister blessed her baby. I didn't take any pictures at the blessing which is a bummer because her baby Thomas is super cute. Kameron and him are the same size even though Thomas is three mos younger. I actually think Thomas weighs more!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbVmSRodI/AAAAAAAABBg/pjV8I3wlqSc/s320/DSCN1155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491255009772413394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kameron is in this new phase where he sticks his pointed little tongue out all the time. Cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbWaPSC3I/AAAAAAAABBo/k43JWf8UDdQ/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491255023718501234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all those little girls! Maddie, Macie, Lindsey, Kallie, Brookelyn, Ellie and Kaden. Kameron and Carter need to grow up faster so Kaden can have a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday I went to IF with the kids- Jess had to work as usual :(. We went to a Chukars baseball game. It was tons of fun. The kids did really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbWnfk1qI/AAAAAAAABBw/bN0pAvbKguc/s320/DSCN1163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491255027276502690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are Kaden, Ryan and Jonathan trying to stick a plunger to Kaden's stomach. The plungers kept the kids entertained which was nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbXRLx32I/AAAAAAAABB4/PLTH68S3DzI/s320/DSCN1164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491255038467759970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keri and her fiance Jim! It's a good thing Uncle Jim was there to keep the kids entertained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTdLqHCpyI/AAAAAAAABCA/RDjFWAv7Pck/s320/DSCN1165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491257038023599906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTdMO5rvBI/AAAAAAAABCI/R-bMZeKOY5s/s320/DSCN1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491257047899683858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and Rachel and Ethan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTdMgydqbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gg9BW2IxFLc/s320/DSCN1171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491257052701239730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey and Josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTdNBvqbcI/AAAAAAAABCY/wqXHvnFep3E/s320/DSCN1173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491257061547863490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa and Kameron. My family super spoils me when I visit and always help with the kids. It's nice to get a little break. The Chukars totally got smashed but ice cream, cracker jacks, pop, cotton candy and four pieces of pizza later we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2724601145481155142?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2724601145481155142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2724601145481155142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2724601145481155142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2724601145481155142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july-weekend.html' title='Fourth of July Weekend'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TDTbUy-0mRI/AAAAAAAABBY/JrE6zwRTrjg/s72-c/DSCN1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-4568394631417094239</id><published>2010-06-27T08:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:09:04.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got the kid's pictures done a while ago. The kids did pretty well. Kaden's still in the cheeser phase and it took some work to get Ellie to smile. Kameron was a happy boy except when he was on the suitcase tower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;A Day To Adore Photography ©&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoVAp9xUI/AAAAAAAABBI/x022PHyH7TM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.54.41+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoVAp9xUI/AAAAAAAABBI/x022PHyH7TM/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.54.41+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469381136794946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoUqp7PTI/AAAAAAAABBA/lwLJ9nCgPDM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.54.01+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoEfqaJII/AAAAAAAABAQ/Em3pQ272sqc/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.50.30+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469097402377346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoD7APkHI/AAAAAAAABAI/27_1gDwbZBI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.49.54+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoD7APkHI/AAAAAAAABAI/27_1gDwbZBI/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.49.54+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469087561846898" /&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/932654441814814253-4568394631417094239?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/4568394631417094239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=4568394631417094239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4568394631417094239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/4568394631417094239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-pictures-of-kids.html' title='New pictures of the kids'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCdoVAp9xUI/AAAAAAAABBI/x022PHyH7TM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-27+at+8.54.41+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-492476712119455033</id><published>2010-06-26T08:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:14:39.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday was Ellie's birthday. I can't believe she's already four. She's a super sweet little girl but still packs a little sass. She still loves her blanket named One although she doesn't need it as much anymore. She loves anything sweet especially chocolate. If you come sit by her while you are eating she asks for the WHOLE thing of whatever you have. (She says, "Can I have the whole of it?") We love our baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQZjT3bQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/5P41FMm9SdY/s1600/DSCN1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQXfWs9vI/AAAAAAAAA_A/V7D38TgYmwg/s1600/DSCN1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQXfWs9vI/AAAAAAAAA_A/V7D38TgYmwg/s320/DSCN1104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487091191737284338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ellie with her birthday money from my grandparents. Five whole dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQYJAlnXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/TmZYo2PybhY/s320/DSCN1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487091202918817138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Kaden was so excited to get her a present. He picked one out for her himself. He gave her princess walkie talkies. They've been playing with them all week even though they don't even work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQYvfVeDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tRotuyMhe5M/s320/DSCN1110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487091213248329778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We went to the park for lunch then took the kids to Toy Story 3. They loved the movie and I'll admit it was pretty funny. Then of course we went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner! Ellie's choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQZPFtN0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/dT7OJoiy7UM/s320/DSCN1111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487091221730768706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQZjT3bQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/5P41FMm9SdY/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487091227158867202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my Happy Kamper! He has to have something in his mouth at all times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYXOFN4g9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/sruHt6QhH0U/s320/DSCN1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487098726683542482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;These are the things Ellie wanted for her birthday: a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, a pink princess computer and a suitcase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYXOdCjrSI/AAAAAAAAA_w/YCbgKNzSrs4/s320/DSCN1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487098733078490402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYXO64cWCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/xVzhtpFPoc8/s320/DSCN1144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487098741089130530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;She loves to dress up as a princess. Grandma Wakley made a good choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYXPRnQGyI/AAAAAAAABAA/-2CVTkFWsyo/s320/DSCN1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487098747191040802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Then Jesse and Nick surprised the kids with a trampoline. They set it up in the backyard while we distracted the kids. We've been telling them they could have one for a couple months but the weather has been horrible. This was the best picture I could get. They love the tramp. They go out there first thing in the morning. Mom and dad don't mind jumping either! Happy Birthday Ellie! We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-492476712119455033?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/492476712119455033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=492476712119455033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/492476712119455033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/492476712119455033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/06/ellies-four.html' title='Ellie&apos;s four!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYQXfWs9vI/AAAAAAAAA_A/V7D38TgYmwg/s72-c/DSCN1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-491850881086841826</id><published>2010-06-26T08:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:32:01.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been super long since I posted. Not a lot has been happening. We did go to American Falls Reservoir with the Edwards. We got rained on a little bit but it ended up being a nice day. The kids had tons of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYOl8IWtuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/9m89x2fVwUY/s320/DSCN1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487089240956647138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ellie had to take her shirt off like the boys. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYOma5dVdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/sEkNqKIE8Mc/s320/DSCN1097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487089249215665618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYOnEdgnVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8pXUpY2QhkE/s320/DSCN1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487089260372729170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Jesse and Nick spent the whole time being good examples for the children. They were trying to hit birds with rocks. Luckily they did NOT succeed. Boys will be boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-491850881086841826?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/491850881086841826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=491850881086841826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/491850881086841826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/491850881086841826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/06/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch up time'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TCYOl8IWtuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/9m89x2fVwUY/s72-c/DSCN1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7595605221837647098</id><published>2010-05-30T19:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:27:44.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a little weekend getaway to Salt Lake Friday and Saturday. We needed some family time. I always notice such a big difference in all of our attitudes towards each other when we take time for all of us. It was short but sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMV_9_RJyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VJ-mTi8o-wk/s1600/DSCN1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMV_9_RJyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VJ-mTi8o-wk/s320/DSCN1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477245760528525090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained on us the whole time at the zoo. It was actually really nice. It was a constant sprinkle so we didn't get drenched and we all had umbrellas. It kept the crowds away and the temperature perfect. It was our best trip to the zoo yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWAbA_mTI/AAAAAAAAA94/NKdrVqvRuss/s1600/DSCN1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWAbA_mTI/AAAAAAAAA94/NKdrVqvRuss/s320/DSCN1056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477245768320391474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWBLjGgDI/AAAAAAAAA-A/FRGUBSFZo4U/s1600/DSCN1059.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWBLjGgDI/AAAAAAAAA-A/FRGUBSFZo4U/s320/DSCN1059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477245781348352050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWBh3JbTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/G-4gsrv2e7I/s1600/DSCN1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWBh3JbTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/G-4gsrv2e7I/s320/DSCN1066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477245787338009906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture. It makes it look like the giraffe was super close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWB4ACv8I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vl9J9fv0UC8/s1600/DSCN1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMWB4ACv8I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vl9J9fv0UC8/s320/DSCN1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477245793280901058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden got his finger pinched in his umbrella and it ruined the rest of the trip for him. So when they went on the carousel he didn't want to pick an animal. You can see him sitting on the bench. Ellie had a blast though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMW015Md_I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kPfTgppL9tw/s1600/DSCN1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMW015Md_I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kPfTgppL9tw/s320/DSCN1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477246668888635378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture made me laugh! If you've been to Hogle Zoo you know that this big wooden elephant makes random noises through it's trunk. Ellie was sneaking up to it and it blasted her right in the face. I caught the picture at the right second. Pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMW1eC1yjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/j7-a9us-XEc/s1600/DSCN1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMW1eC1yjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/j7-a9us-XEc/s320/DSCN1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477246679666510386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call this little guy my happy Kam-per. He's so cheerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went shopping, to the planetarium and then took the kids to Shrek Forever After. Cute movie. Fun weekend. Over too soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7595605221837647098?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7595605221837647098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7595605221837647098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7595605221837647098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7595605221837647098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-away.html' title='weekend away'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/TAMV_9_RJyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VJ-mTi8o-wk/s72-c/DSCN1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3124478079174679131</id><published>2010-05-17T15:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:01:13.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't posted in like a month but not a whole lot has happened. Here's some random pictures from the last few weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4Oy7oWRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jLGI3Fkmpa4/s1600/DSCN1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4Oy7oWRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jLGI3Fkmpa4/s320/DSCN1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472357586561423634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie loves to play in the hampers while I do laundry. As long as she has that blanket she has named "number one" she can sleep anywhere. Love the static hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4PRLQGeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vb2nXalL_u8/s1600/DSCN0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4PRLQGeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vb2nXalL_u8/s320/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472357594680007138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would have never happened to child #1. But when there's three kids and house chores, sometimes the little guy gets neglected for a while. Poor little thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4P3Bcx9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/WnxPAL0Fn18/s1600/DSCN1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4P3Bcx9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/WnxPAL0Fn18/s320/DSCN1032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472357604839442386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron LOVES to smile. He especially smiles when Kaden and Ellie give him attention. He's starting to be a good mix of Kaden and Ellie in looks and in attitude. He's starting to cry a lot more, which is still not very much. His cry is pretty loud when he gets going just like Kaden but he's super easy to please and pacify just like Ellie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4QRibZPI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kOPLjSAd5bk/s1600/DSCN1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4QRibZPI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kOPLjSAd5bk/s320/DSCN1031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472357611957085426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my babysitter Ellie. She likes to push Kameron around in his stroller. Kaden and Ellie are so good with him. They'll feed him his bottle if I'm busy or if we are in the car. In some ways child #3 is easier than having just one! But just some ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4Qry9MKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xKvLuIc5r6g/s1600/DSCN1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4Qry9MKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xKvLuIc5r6g/s320/DSCN1035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472357619005730978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden learned how to ride without training wheels this week. It took him one try without Jesse holding him and he got it. He hasn't had a crash yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4kUTbv-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/PUlPnH3eAgM/s1600/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4kUTbv-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/PUlPnH3eAgM/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472357956296884194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kaden wants a new toy he has to earn money for it. Here he is doing the laundry for me so he could get a new train set. (He knows how to run the washer better than Jess, no lie.) He is such a hard worker and Ellie is so NOT a hard worker. Ellie was earning some princess gloves which were $7 and Kaden's train was $50. They both finished earning their money on the same day. Kaden would work hard all day and Ellie would only do it when she wasn't doing anything else... which was never. But all three of my babies are the best. Kaden and Ellie always help when I need them to and Kameron sleeps amazing at night. I can't complain at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-3124478079174679131?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3124478079174679131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3124478079174679131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3124478079174679131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3124478079174679131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S_G4Oy7oWRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jLGI3Fkmpa4/s72-c/DSCN1002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5661446668344047684</id><published>2010-04-19T21:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:35:33.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kameron's Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess is out of town in Boise tonight. The kids called to say good-night to him but since Kameron can't talk on the phone here's his goodnight to daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S80gmvRqsSI/AAAAAAAAA84/97cLCzSaLhg/s1600/DSCN0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S80gmvRqsSI/AAAAAAAAA84/97cLCzSaLhg/s320/DSCN0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462057772967964962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night sweetie! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5661446668344047684?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5661446668344047684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5661446668344047684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5661446668344047684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5661446668344047684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/04/kamerons-goodnight.html' title='Kameron&apos;s Goodnight'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S80gmvRqsSI/AAAAAAAAA84/97cLCzSaLhg/s72-c/DSCN0991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-136739037592585260</id><published>2010-04-13T20:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:09:17.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been busy and I am behind on blog posts so here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter! We did the normal Easter stuff. We had a neighborhood easter egg hunt on Friday then dyed easter eggs Saturday night. I felt bad. After we dyed eggs on Saturday I was going through in my head what I needed to get out for the kids easter egg baskets and I realized I hadn't got Kameron anything for Easter. Nothing! Not even a basket. I was going to go to the store but Jesse said that would be silly, he would never know the difference. Hopefully years from now when Kameron reads our blog book he won't be disappointed. Sorry Kameron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMpuV8ymI/AAAAAAAAA6o/m1W1csYj-_c/s1600/DSCN0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMpuV8ymI/AAAAAAAAA6o/m1W1csYj-_c/s320/DSCN0838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461683990303656546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMqKhjsXI/AAAAAAAAA6w/hj_s8Gu1Vuo/s1600/DSCN0840.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMqKhjsXI/AAAAAAAAA6w/hj_s8Gu1Vuo/s320/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461683997868536178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQjmDUOuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/j5MLA1xh334/s1600/DSCN0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQjmDUOuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/j5MLA1xh334/s320/DSCN0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461688283045313250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We followed our yearly tradition and went to the Dodge National Circuit Finals Rodeo. We always have a good time. We went with our great friends the Edwards. All of the kids got these horses outside the rodeo from a news crew. It was nice because they kept them busy during the boring parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMsCmKi-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/i_das5sIpys/s1600/DSCN0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMsCmKi-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/i_das5sIpys/s320/DSCN0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461684030100114402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQ2HezBZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/LXAjf8_4t5o/s1600/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQ2HezBZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/LXAjf8_4t5o/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461688601256592786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;What a crazy crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vSw836sII/AAAAAAAAA8g/zkCDrJTqsRE/s1600/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vSw836sII/AAAAAAAAA8g/zkCDrJTqsRE/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461690711533072514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kameron before the rodeo. It's hard to get a good picture of him smiling because he has to see a face to smile but if the camera is in the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Boise that weekend with the Edwards. Nick had drill so we tagged along. It was super nice to get away since Jess is always gone and had a very busy week. (Even though he still brought his laptop, iPad and iPhone!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN05Xr13I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8nbq5F2EpNc/s1600/DSCN0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN05Xr13I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8nbq5F2EpNc/s320/DSCN0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461685281753913202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming at the hotel. Even Kameron got in on the action! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vT-a9riVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/CovFn0wMh-8/s1600/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vT-a9riVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/CovFn0wMh-8/s320/DSCN0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461692042460236114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard to get a good picture. Ellie loves to jump in and have Jess catch her. I felt bad because she was using her swimsuit from last year so she constantly was picking at a wedgie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vT-sy3IxI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5AYsvirDCYc/s1600/DSCN0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vT-sy3IxI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5AYsvirDCYc/s320/DSCN0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461692047246697234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden is a little nervous in the water (DEFINITELY Jesse's son) so he mostly just squirt everyone with his soaker. Got quite obnoxious really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN1cTKpuI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/OQmCdaykOh0/s1600/DSCN0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN1cTKpuI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/OQmCdaykOh0/s320/DSCN0922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461685291130201826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick gave us a tour of the Gowen Field. The kids loved it because they got to see helicopters, jets (with missiles), tanks, airplanes, etc. Kaden is way into all of that stuff so it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN1xPz-4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5BD8JEh9vic/s1600/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN1xPz-4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5BD8JEh9vic/s320/DSCN0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461685296753277826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to represent and put a picture of the man in uniform. Who is that hottie next to him? Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN2SR6xBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/wwPvsNcBXlk/s1600/DSCN0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN2SR6xBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/wwPvsNcBXlk/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461685305620481042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Kameron. It was a lot of riding in his carseat and eating bottles on the go but he was a trooper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN27RPvFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/A68K26NScvY/s1600/DSCN0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vN27RPvFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/A68K26NScvY/s320/DSCN0933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461685316623514706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took the kids to ride Go Karts. It was nice weather so it was a good time. Girls took a turn then the boys. I think I have half a brain left from inhaling all of the gas fumes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQP1h4DeI/AAAAAAAAA74/YUV1KTjeR3k/s1600/DSCN0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQP1h4DeI/AAAAAAAAA74/YUV1KTjeR3k/s320/DSCN0944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461687943602638306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though Ellie was kind of tossed around in the car like a rag doll she kept laughing and telling me to go faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQQcqre2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/iSnUbdWZPL8/s1600/DSCN0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQQcqre2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/iSnUbdWZPL8/s320/DSCN0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461687954108545890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys were all about the competition and had to race. Of course I posted the picture when Jess was in the lead! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQQ0IbsII/AAAAAAAAA8I/GTTniC4r_cM/s1600/DSCN0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vQQ0IbsII/AAAAAAAAA8I/GTTniC4r_cM/s320/DSCN0972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461687960407355522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse's car died right at the finish line. Hehehehe! It was a good weekend away! We always have fun with the Edwards. Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-136739037592585260?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/136739037592585260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=136739037592585260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/136739037592585260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/136739037592585260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-catch-up.html' title='April catch-up'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S8vMpuV8ymI/AAAAAAAAA6o/m1W1csYj-_c/s72-c/DSCN0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2059733815931177845</id><published>2010-04-03T19:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:03:51.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-Catchin' Beignets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who have seen Princess and the Frog (or for those who have seen it 56 times!) this post will make more sense! Kaden and Ellie love that movie and actually I would have to say Kaden likes it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu2gZKywI/AAAAAAAAA54/bAsyu9xjJe4/s1600/DSCN0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu2gZKywI/AAAAAAAAA54/bAsyu9xjJe4/s320/DSCN0822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456092093758491394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the movie Tiana makes "man-catchin' beignets" (pronounced bin-yeas). Every time Kaden would watch it he would ask what beignets were and what they tasted like. So.... I looked up a recipe (after I figured out how to spell it) and we made them today. He was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fvzAfhoNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/NI7y1sc3WkQ/s1600/DSCN0824.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fvzAfhoNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/NI7y1sc3WkQ/s320/DSCN0824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456093133167239378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They actually ate a lot of them and really liked them. I thought they would eat one and be done with them. They were pretty good. Tasted like poofy scones. Better with cinnamon-sugar. Ellie was a little sad in the picture because I wouldn't let her stick her nose in the hot pan of oil. She has such a mean mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu3miw0WI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3W3UoL8BpWU/s1600/DSCN0828.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu3miw0WI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3W3UoL8BpWU/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456092112589214050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu3PbR_VI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4dxX2pVmGxE/s1600/DSCN0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to post a picture of Jess with his new iPad or as the kids call it, his BIG iPhone. He was so excited for it, he would tell me where it was every day. He finally got it this morning. Great! Another electronic to take up more of his time! Just kidding Sweetie! After all, he was the one who got me hooked on my iPhone that I now couldn't do without!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu4CQ6LDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/B3G0nKBylRA/s1600/DSCN0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu4CQ6LDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/B3G0nKBylRA/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456092120030522418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture I stole from my sister-in-law's blog of Kameron. She got better pics than me at the blessing! Kameron is such a smile bug now! I've been lazy though and the only pictures of him smiling are on my phone. He is still such a good baby. He never has a continuous cry. He just never gets that upset. We joke that he's the perfect mix of Kaden and Ellie. Kaden would scream LOUD and long! Ellie never cried at all. And Kameron will just give out these loud bursts of energy letting you know he needs something. But he rarely cries. This week he actually cried and it was only once. But you can't blame the guy when mom is giving kids a bath and he is 20 minutes late for his breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu4i3k80I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XmNUjADQjps/s1600/IMG_5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu4i3k80I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XmNUjADQjps/s320/IMG_5129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456092128782644034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/932654441814814253-2059733815931177845?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2059733815931177845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2059733815931177845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2059733815931177845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2059733815931177845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/04/man-catchin-beignets.html' title='Man-Catchin&apos; Beignets'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7fu2gZKywI/AAAAAAAAA54/bAsyu9xjJe4/s72-c/DSCN0822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7007763696210010518</id><published>2010-04-02T16:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:36:37.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kameron's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We blessed Kameron on Sunday. Thank you to all of the friends and family that came to support our little guy. His outfit was way too big but he still looked very handsome. I was busy visiting with family and didn't take anymore pictures. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw_R5rFRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kDe7ZpAUWTM/s1600/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw_R5rFRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kDe7ZpAUWTM/s320/DSCN0814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455672231045305618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw-tV6RzI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ezK18yqc6W0/s1600/DSCN0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw-tV6RzI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ezK18yqc6W0/s320/DSCN0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455672221231630130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw-JlZviI/AAAAAAAAA5g/LcNgz9gkfgo/s1600/DSCN0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw-JlZviI/AAAAAAAAA5g/LcNgz9gkfgo/s320/DSCN0810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455672211632930338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7007763696210010518?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7007763696210010518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7007763696210010518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7007763696210010518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7007763696210010518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/04/kameron-blessing.html' title='Kameron&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S7Zw_R5rFRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kDe7ZpAUWTM/s72-c/DSCN0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-6785152698356646597</id><published>2010-03-16T13:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:21:28.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was our 7 year wedding anniversary! We didn't do anything exciting. We couldn't find a babysitter so on Saturday we took the kids bowling and then we went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. It was fun to spend our anniversary as a family. The longer your married, the less romantic you become!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ieTElU2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/zvIK2Z5KnbM/s1600-h/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ieTElU2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/zvIK2Z5KnbM/s320/DSCN0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449323084285039458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie loved her bowling ball and would give it hugs every time she bowled. She did end up wiping out on the slick part of the wood. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ifKDzXDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/8Ck8PB2HHAY/s1600-h/DSCN0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ifKDzXDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/8Ck8PB2HHAY/s320/DSCN0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449323099045714994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess would give her ball an extra push down the alley. Kaden did pretty good by himself though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_l9h_v9iI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BBEfgMF0unE/s1600-h/DSCN0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_l9h_v9iI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BBEfgMF0unE/s320/DSCN0767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449326919402124834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron slept the WHOLE time. Which is actually nice though. I think it's kind of funny that we go and do all this fun stuff and he just wakes up back at home again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ifvNvmpI/AAAAAAAAA4o/f61Mj3cFT_0/s1600-h/DSCN0786.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ifvNvmpI/AAAAAAAAA4o/f61Mj3cFT_0/s320/DSCN0786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449323109019523730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_igGUVKmI/AAAAAAAAA4w/YA0F_eFm45w/s1600-h/DSCN0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_igGUVKmI/AAAAAAAAA4w/YA0F_eFm45w/s320/DSCN0788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449323115221166690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice that Kaden can take pictures by himself! Now we don't have to ask some random person who doesn't know us to take our pictures while we cheese-it for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ig6S0fJI/AAAAAAAAA44/6dctj7gS7p8/s1600-h/DSCN0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ig6S0fJI/AAAAAAAAA44/6dctj7gS7p8/s320/DSCN0789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449323129173474450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were waiting for our food at Texas we all made crazy faces for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_jZn6RD-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/nsE7ysjrJgA/s1600-h/DSCN0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_jZn6RD-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/nsE7ysjrJgA/s320/DSCN0790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449324103491194850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie's were best. We were all laughing at her. This is just one of many that she made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_jaTkfUUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/oPoSmT70v9w/s1600-h/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_jaTkfUUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/oPoSmT70v9w/s320/DSCN0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449324115211014466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my sweetheart! Too bad I'm the one that posts the blog so he doesn't get to chose the pictures! Hehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ja29WreI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DXRLUaVR5Uw/s1600-h/DSCN0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ja29WreI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DXRLUaVR5Uw/s320/DSCN0799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449324124710546914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did have a romantic moment I guess. On Sunday we danced to our wedding dance and had cheesecake. Then we took a quiz to see how well we knew each other. Jess did better than I did which actually surprised me. I still think he would rather see Jonny Cash in concert over Jack Johnson. Oh well. Love you sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-6785152698356646597?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/6785152698356646597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=6785152698356646597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/6785152698356646597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/6785152698356646597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-years.html' title='7 years'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5_ieTElU2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/zvIK2Z5KnbM/s72-c/DSCN0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-727792921085862010</id><published>2010-03-04T14:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:02:58.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kameron is five weeks old today. He weighs roughly 9 lbs. He has allergic colitis due to a milk allergy so I had to quit nursing and he gets soy formula now. But he is doing great and is getting big. We couldn't get along without him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AobOjFNOI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0dA0tu6sWBc/s1600-h/DSCN0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AobOjFNOI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0dA0tu6sWBc/s320/DSCN0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444896397717746914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess and Kameron just about to take a Sunday nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AocFKxY6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/hGQ5wuzT9XI/s1600-h/DSCN0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AocFKxY6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/hGQ5wuzT9XI/s320/DSCN0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444896412379734946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night Jess put a diaper on Ellie. We were all laughing but Ellie took it off immediately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AocqT0y1I/AAAAAAAAA3w/HNZyVsrRK3Y/s1600-h/DSCN0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AocqT0y1I/AAAAAAAAA3w/HNZyVsrRK3Y/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444896422349818706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie and Kameron are a lot alike, not just in looks. They both have the milk allergy, horrible reflux, and they were both great babies. No offense Kaden but I spent too many nights walking the floor with you screaming in my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AodMnpfKI/AAAAAAAAA34/0BruKJhVH6k/s1600-h/DSCN0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AodMnpfKI/AAAAAAAAA34/0BruKJhVH6k/s320/DSCN0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444896431559769250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron always makes this confused face and with his lips like an "O". It makes me laugh. Super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AodvOoTJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tOGugFRR34I/s1600-h/DSCN0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AodvOoTJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tOGugFRR34I/s320/DSCN0748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444896440850074770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was born Jess and I were both confident he would have green eyes like Kaden and Jess. Now I see we were wrong. They are definitely going to be brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AqbhqF4PI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cXbYO1smmgY/s1600-h/DSCN0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AqbhqF4PI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cXbYO1smmgY/s320/DSCN0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444898601870680306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron's first Sunday at church was this week. It makes me nervous to take him there with all those germs, but Jess kept him and high priests don't care too much about babies! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AqcMwGo2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ArnoLiNBSNk/s1600-h/DSCN0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AqcMwGo2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ArnoLiNBSNk/s320/DSCN0757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444898613438620514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to pack away all his newborn clothes this week which was kind of sad. Kaden already has anxiety about him not staying little. That's ok he'll always be the baby... until number 4 comes along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-727792921085862010?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/727792921085862010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=727792921085862010' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/727792921085862010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/727792921085862010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-weeks-old.html' title='5 weeks old'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S5AobOjFNOI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0dA0tu6sWBc/s72-c/DSCN0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-1417001588774148796</id><published>2010-02-24T13:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:23:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGn4clnTI/AAAAAAAAA24/KlgySoXakB4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGn4clnTI/AAAAAAAAA24/KlgySoXakB4/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441903744472423730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden and Jess went ice fishing with some friends a couple weekends ago. Kaden surprised them all by catching a fish within about one minute of putting his hook in the water.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGoZxIqiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Nll8JAKCCp8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGoZxIqiI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Nll8JAKCCp8/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441903753416976930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I wasn't there but I am told that Kaden stayed by his hole the entire time and wasn't interested in playing with the other kids. The next weekend Jess took Kaden out again down by Malad and they caught about 5 more fish. Kaden's all about hunting and fishing these days. It's funbecause it is great boy-time for him and Jess. Mom's not much of a fisherman or hunter! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGoryV38I/AAAAAAAAA3I/usibhPG6F-c/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGoryV38I/AAAAAAAAA3I/usibhPG6F-c/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441903758253875138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess taught Kaden a rhyme and for the next week Kaden would walk around the house saying, "Fishy, fishy in the brooke, won't you bite my little hook!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGoy3DZ9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/dknApLkekQw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGoy3DZ9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/dknApLkekQw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441903760152684498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie just played with the other girls the whole time. Not much patience for fishing. Kaden and Jess ate the fish that night. Kaden LOVES to eat fish but got kind of nervous when he found a bone in it. I like to eat fresh fish too, but after seeing Jess skin the fish, I was out. I guess it was a little too fresh for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WJOoqBn3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tYHufDYi7sM/s1600-h/DSCN0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WJOoqBn3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tYHufDYi7sM/s320/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441906609271971698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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/932654441814814253-1417001588774148796?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/1417001588774148796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=1417001588774148796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1417001588774148796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1417001588774148796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-fisherman.html' title='My Little Fisherman'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4WGn4clnTI/AAAAAAAAA24/KlgySoXakB4/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-8579737841117545312</id><published>2010-02-20T19:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:51:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tons of people say that Kameron looks just like Ellie. Not just family who remember what Ellie looked like as a baby but other people too like their doctor, neighbors, etc. So I pulled pictures up in iPhoto of Ellie when she was weeks old like Kameron. I was shocked. They really do look A LOT alike. What do you think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Ceh0d2unI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6WFwoMFtkYA/s1600-h/100_1769.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Ceh0d2unI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6WFwoMFtkYA/s320/100_1769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440522653720296050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4CektIyjII/AAAAAAAAA2I/VVz07D-VY6A/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4CektIyjII/AAAAAAAAA2I/VVz07D-VY6A/s320/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440522703292501122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4CejS9N0RI/AAAAAAAAA14/a-9qURUoZwI/s1600-h/100_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4CejS9N0RI/AAAAAAAAA14/a-9qURUoZwI/s320/100_1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440522679084765458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Cejy44QHI/AAAAAAAAA2A/fWVhQirDb74/s1600-h/DSCN0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Cejy44QHI/AAAAAAAAA2A/fWVhQirDb74/s320/DSCN0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440522687656509554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Cff_iccMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nxokXwXEet0/s1600-h/100_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Cff_iccMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nxokXwXEet0/s320/100_1792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440523721844224194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-8579737841117545312?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/8579737841117545312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=8579737841117545312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8579737841117545312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8579737841117545312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S4Ceh0d2unI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6WFwoMFtkYA/s72-c/100_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5176068168375319645</id><published>2010-02-10T16:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:22:59.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always heard the third child is the killer. We love our baby Kameron but he does require some adjusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMyUuMXqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ivuO1LuGvx8/s1600-h/DSCN0680.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMyUuMXqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ivuO1LuGvx8/s320/DSCN0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436773602605948578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden got booted to the back seat in the car. He gets car sick pretty easy so we'll see how that goes. Poor Ellie has lost her favorite coloring pal because I'm always feeding the baby. Jess has yet to catch up from his "time-off" when Kameron was born. I use the term time-off lightly... really he was still on-call and stayed up until 2 every night answering emails, trying to keep his head above water. My house is trashed, the laundry is not done and dinner has been leftovers  every night this week. But we love our baby boy. He's so good to me at night. He goes back to sleep after eating only cries when you wipe his bum with a cold wipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMzAlgDFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/AOa-4CpiqHg/s1600-h/DSCN0694.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMzAlgDFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/AOa-4CpiqHg/s320/DSCN0694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436773614380649554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had his two-week appt today and now weighs 7 lbs 9 oz. They also did his circumcision today. They used to do it in the hospital but changed the policy. It's been a sad day- if he's awake he's crying, which is not like him at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how bedtime goes at our house. Instead of our normal family time when mom brushes teeth and dad plays with the kids, they get to watch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMyrbZgCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZqoTQGgtqyw/s1600-h/DSCN0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMyrbZgCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZqoTQGgtqyw/s320/DSCN0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436773608701132834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life will return to normal soon! It's all worth it because we have the sweetest little angel in our home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5176068168375319645?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5176068168375319645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5176068168375319645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5176068168375319645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5176068168375319645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/02/adjusting.html' title='Adjusting'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S3NMyUuMXqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ivuO1LuGvx8/s72-c/DSCN0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-8176167397554582802</id><published>2010-02-04T17:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:24:53.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kameron Neil Wakley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kameron Neil Wakley was born January 28th at 7:18 am, weighed 7lbs. 2 oz. and was 20 in. long. We are so excited he is finally here. He is the sweetest little thing and we all are quite attached to him already. Things went well during the C-section. Kameron had some troubles breathing at first so he spent about a half hour in the NICU but we were blessed with a perfectly healthy little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqCBdcz7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/9_HgaNwmiFk/s1600-h/DSCN0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqCBdcz7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/9_HgaNwmiFk/s320/DSCN0603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434553958336876466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too excited the night before so I only got three hours of sleep. One of the disadvantages of knowing when you are going to go have a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqCiScGwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RkccWGnO-rQ/s1600-h/DSCN0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqCiScGwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RkccWGnO-rQ/s320/DSCN0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434553967149062914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden was 9 lbs and 22 inches long when he was born... needless to say he never wore newborn clothes. I guess I was kind of expecting the same thing with Kameron but by the time we left the hospital he was only 6 lbs 11 oz. I put this 0-3 mos outfit on him and it was HUGE. The picture doesn't show it very well but his legs are only half way down the outfit. We had to make a trip to get some clothes for the poor guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqDKzj0SI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nF5PaceQ91Y/s1600-h/DSCN0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqDKzj0SI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nF5PaceQ91Y/s320/DSCN0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434553978025398562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my boys. What a good looking crew! You won't find pics of Ellie with the baby. Until today she pretty much ignored his existence. She never said anything bad about him... she never said anything about him at all really. Today though she saw that he can actually open his eyes and so she started to pay a little attention to him. At least she doesn't hate him! Kaden is quite the opposite. He loves the baby and always wants to hold him. He makes sure he knows where he is and always tells me that he loves our baby. Kameron has the best big brother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqDYGQvXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/70FWDsXPP_4/s1600-h/DSCN0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqDYGQvXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/70FWDsXPP_4/s320/DSCN0644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434553981593501042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron is the best baby. He sleeps a lot and only cries when he gets his diaper changed. He HATES to be cold. We need to invest in a diaper warmer. He does pretty good at night, I really can't complain. My mom has been here this week which is a life-saver. She pretty much takes care of the older kids and I take the baby. Thanks again, mom! You're the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqDylhdFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DFa8Lu-mDTY/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqDylhdFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DFa8Lu-mDTY/s320/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434553988703941714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess is also a super help. This week at work has been pretty much the worst week to have a baby but he helps out so much and stays up until 2am to get his work done. He always gets up and changes the baby's diaper at night so I don't have to kneel down on the floor. He always takes Kameron so I can have a nap even though he has tons of work to do. He takes such good care of us. I love him to death! He's all mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tryLKbCYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZwOUg7ypzVE/s1600-h/DSCN0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tryLKbCYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZwOUg7ypzVE/s320/DSCN0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434555885086771586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the little guy with his eyes open. He was my most active baby by far when he was in my belly but now he just sleeps all day. I'm sure his energy will come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2try-BVAcI/AAAAAAAAA08/QVxxUK5VbWE/s1600-h/DSCN0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2try-BVAcI/AAAAAAAAA08/QVxxUK5VbWE/s320/DSCN0671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434555898738835906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that all of his socks are knee-highs. He's so little. At his 5 day appt he had gained .9 oz. They rounded up to 1 oz for us. What a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2trze_3IqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/9cQbEtemBTo/s1600-h/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2trze_3IqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/9cQbEtemBTo/s320/DSCN0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434555907591053986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of people say he looks like Kaden with Ellie's complexion. I think he's a good mix of both, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tsyItww5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/tzbLUYzdrms/s1600-h/DSCN0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tsyItww5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/tzbLUYzdrms/s320/DSCN0667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434556983941317522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said before, Kameron HATES to be cold. His umbilical cord fell off today so he got to have a bath and boy did it make him mad. It was about 90 seconds long but even that was too long for him. We love our little Kameron and are so excited he is here and healthy. &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/932654441814814253-8176167397554582802?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/8176167397554582802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=8176167397554582802' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8176167397554582802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/8176167397554582802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/02/kameron-neil-wakley.html' title='Kameron Neil Wakley'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S2tqCBdcz7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/9_HgaNwmiFk/s72-c/DSCN0603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5874477671907027329</id><published>2010-01-26T22:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:56:00.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love those kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the arrival of our new one coming up, you could say I've been a little distracted and stressed on occasion. I want everything to be ready and perfectly clean before our little guy gets here. Unfortunately, some days that means Kaden and Ellie get the brunt of my emotions, less than healthy meals and extra cartoon-watching while mom takes a rest. They are super cheerful kids though and have been super nice to their fat-n-lazy mom. For example, the other day I was battling with the credit card company over the auto-renew Costco membership charge on my cancelled card. As usual I was stuck in one of those never-ending conversations with the automated lady who kept asking me to repeat my response. The kids were eating lunch in the other room and kept yelling at me to come help them. When I would tell them to wait, the automated-lady would think I was talking to her, of course, and would send me in a circle of options. This happened like three times so I finally went into the kitchen and less than politely told the kids to wait until I was off the phone. After I finally got my issue resolved, I went back into the kitchen and apologized for getting upset. Ellie said just as cheerful as ever, "Oh that's OK! We just "X"ed you!" Which means they draw an imaginary "X" over me. They do this to things they don't like. Made me feel a bad, which was good. My cheerful kids deserve better on many occasions. Here they are taking a bubble bath tonight instead of mom. I figured they needed the stress relief more than I did. They're the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S1_T9jiXrjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZRjOuRT2t6k/s1600-h/DSCN0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S1_T9jiXrjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZRjOuRT2t6k/s320/DSCN0601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431292730096987698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only one more day alone with these two rascals! They are so excited for the baby... hopefully it lasts! Stay tuned for a baby post in a week or so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S1_T9N1t2_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/DixkcORZJAE/s1600-h/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S1_T9N1t2_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/DixkcORZJAE/s320/DSCN0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431292724272552946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5874477671907027329?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5874477671907027329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5874477671907027329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5874477671907027329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5874477671907027329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-arrival-of-our-new-one-coming-up.html' title='Gotta love those kids'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S1_T9jiXrjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZRjOuRT2t6k/s72-c/DSCN0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3563718046410336488</id><published>2010-01-10T12:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:07:21.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeramy, this one's for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For years now Jess and Jeramy have had a sibling rivalry over random trinkets from their childhood which they consider to be treasures. For example, Jess was quite jealous when he heard that Jeramy was given the old elf Christmas ornaments and the pair of chili bowls with the handles missing. Jeramy claims Jess was favored because he got the Lazy Boy and the old 1989 Buick. Jess claimed revenge by stealing the Barnum and Bailey's Circus cup. (We subsequently lost said cup and it has somehow been blamed on me. Geez Jen!) We actually got rid of the car and the chair so Jess was left with nothing. But out of the kindness of his heart and an even bigger stretch of his pride, Jeramy gave Jesse a beloved chili cup for his birthday. Only because he has the other one. He actually claims he gave up Heidi's. So when we had soup the other night for dinner Jess promptly replaced the bowl I set for him with the chili cup. Soup tastes better in the cup, just like milk tasted better in the long lost Circus cup. I think the boys are crazy. Jesse's poor mother has had to quit handing down childhood treasures because she is constantly blamed for favoritism. Thanks so much for the birthday present Jer, the soup was GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S0poRXagMdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/R_lh7QeXyoI/s1600-h/DSCN0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S0poRXagMdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/R_lh7QeXyoI/s320/DSCN0593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425263348673425874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-3563718046410336488?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3563718046410336488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3563718046410336488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3563718046410336488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3563718046410336488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeramy-this-ones-for-you.html' title='Jeramy, this one&apos;s for you'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/S0poRXagMdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/R_lh7QeXyoI/s72-c/DSCN0593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7112983817421835116</id><published>2009-12-29T21:42:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:22:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to make a confession. One day about a week before Christmas the kids were fighting non-stop. So I got after them and told them that if they didn't stop fighting Santa was going to put coal in their stockings. When it was finally Christmas Eve I asked Kaden if he was excited for Santa to come and asked him what he thought Santa was going to bring him. Kaden said, " A piece of coal." My heart crumpled to the floor. He had been convinced for the past week that he wasn't getting anything for Christmas! I felt so bad. After I promised him he was a good boy and that he would be getting presents he was a lot more excited about Santa coming that night. Poor kid! Evil mother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Christmas Eve we went to my parents and had dinner and acted out the nativity. I always did this when I was little so it was neat to see Kaden and Ellie get so excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbqEXgRVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LzkB6wN3c0E/s1600-h/DSCN0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbqEXgRVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LzkB6wN3c0E/s320/DSCN0593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420886617267127634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie had to be Mary, of course, and Kaden has been really into Joseph since he learned a song about him in Primary. Dad got to be the donkey. Mom was the photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Szrfnq2FcaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kMSGklJ-RWA/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Szrfnq2FcaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kMSGklJ-RWA/s320/DSCN0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890974102843810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids learned the nativity story by heart this year mostly because they loved to play with our nativity sets at home.  I would always find them telling each other the story while they played with the little figurines. Pretty cute. It always made me feel better because like any other kids, they were all about the presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbqtBN28I/AAAAAAAAAzE/vU0rEotktLI/s1600-h/DSCN0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbqtBN28I/AAAAAAAAAzE/vU0rEotktLI/s320/DSCN0619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420886628179499970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the kids modeling their new Christmas pj's. Kaden couldn't wait to get home to open a present. He hasn't figured out yet that it's always pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbrEw8RXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/reRwGzmYxy4/s1600-h/DSCN0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbrEw8RXI/AAAAAAAAAzM/reRwGzmYxy4/s320/DSCN0621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420886634553689458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the kids coming down the stairs Christmas morning. They didn't wake up until 7:30 which was nice. Ellie woke up crying because her earring was stuck to her Nemo doll. We had to give her a couple minutes to cheer up before starting the presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbrvCOsxI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MIKKAVHyBs4/s1600-h/DSCN0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbrvCOsxI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MIKKAVHyBs4/s320/DSCN0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420886645900489490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids loved opening all the presents and even got excited about the apples and oranges in their stockings. I wonder how  long that will last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbsDO3opI/AAAAAAAAAzc/EzaOe4uiM0g/s1600-h/DSCN0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbsDO3opI/AAAAAAAAAzc/EzaOe4uiM0g/s320/DSCN0643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420886651322213010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess and I finished a room in our house for each other's present and weren't allowed to get each other anything. I didn't follow the rules though and got Jess a remote control helicopter. We got Kaden one and I couldn't resist getting Jess one too. Seriously, I think he asked for one the day we met. As long as I can remember that's what he's asked for. He probably plays with his more than Kaden does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Malad on Christmas day but I wasn't feeling well so no pics were taken! It was lots of fun though. Jesse's mom makes the best stuffing ever! Yum! Thanks to the wonderful mothers in my life, I didn't have to do any cooking! Merry Christmas to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7112983817421835116?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7112983817421835116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7112983817421835116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7112983817421835116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7112983817421835116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzrbqEXgRVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LzkB6wN3c0E/s72-c/DSCN0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5819736878075629871</id><published>2009-12-21T21:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:13:47.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well yesterday officially started Jesse's birthweek. He turned 29 today even though he tells everyone he is 25. He's in denial. We had a fun day. Jess got a full body massage and only had to work a half day. He got to hangout at home and play with his new electronics. I think he quite enjoyed himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGdxYH80I/AAAAAAAAAyU/wc-tyg5--Pc/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGdxYH80I/AAAAAAAAAyU/wc-tyg5--Pc/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907829011379010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGeTkUDtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/7gDEsyh78tk/s1600-h/DSCN0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGeTkUDtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/7gDEsyh78tk/s320/DSCN0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907838189309650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Jess modeling one of his gifts. Looking good cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGeiwTRTI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mnweRkr1Ywg/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGeiwTRTI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mnweRkr1Ywg/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907842266121522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGfGGQS_I/AAAAAAAAAys/2yaSX6xQHYY/s1600-h/DSCN0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGfGGQS_I/AAAAAAAAAys/2yaSX6xQHYY/s320/DSCN0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907851753442290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGfXmnBuI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8DxOeEPIqZg/s1600-h/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGfXmnBuI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8DxOeEPIqZg/s320/DSCN0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907856452552418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess works super hard at work and never complains about anything. He's always very willing to help out at home when I ask. We are spoiled! Happy Birthday sweetie! You are an amazing husband and an even better dad! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-5819736878075629871?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/5819736878075629871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=5819736878075629871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5819736878075629871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/5819736878075629871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBGdxYH80I/AAAAAAAAAyU/wc-tyg5--Pc/s72-c/DSCN0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-6327513727557329511</id><published>2009-12-21T20:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:03:56.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kaden's preschool class went to a retired home to sing Christmas songs. He didn't really know the words but he still did great ringing his bells. He really froze up when he dropped his sleigh bells under the wheelchair of a senior citizen. He just stood there and stared. Someone else had to get them for him. I kind of giggled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDZqF-THI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ljDcURVRfEU/s1600-h/DSCN0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDZqF-THI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ljDcURVRfEU/s320/DSCN0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904459801840754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDaE7BuTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/xLBru2qxG6o/s1600-h/DSCN0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDaE7BuTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/xLBru2qxG6o/s320/DSCN0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904467003685170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cute Rudolph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDa4G9QvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pRuzAB2oyOE/s1600-h/DSCN0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDa4G9QvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pRuzAB2oyOE/s320/DSCN0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904480743932658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we met my sister in Ogden and rode the train into Salt Lake to see the lights on temple square. The kids have been so excited to ride a train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDbQVEr1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/nFQROHNpR30/s1600-h/DSCN0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDbQVEr1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/nFQROHNpR30/s320/DSCN0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904487245590354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie and Kate actually talked to each other which was fun to see. Little kids have the funniest conversations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDb0HmrBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7IjTC3MFnOk/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDb0HmrBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7IjTC3MFnOk/s320/DSCN0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904496852773906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids love this statue.  It was good to be reminded of the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-6327513727557329511?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/6327513727557329511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=6327513727557329511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/6327513727557329511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/6327513727557329511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-december.html' title='Busy December'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzBDZqF-THI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ljDcURVRfEU/s72-c/DSCN0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-7864137939097103631</id><published>2009-12-21T20:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:50:54.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaden's birthday was actually last week but hey, it's the holidays... so here's the post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you know Kaden you know that his birthday is the most exciting thing ever! He doesn't care about Christmas, just his birthday. We've had a count-down paper chain going since September. Ya, you could say he was excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-UHFinNI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QtPfDIIy_ck/s1600-h/DSCN0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-UHFinNI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QtPfDIIy_ck/s320/DSCN0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417898866947300562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His preschool teacher made him this crown at school. Here he is playing his favorite video game Ace Combat. He is all about airplanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-UqeUAVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/sOjEk4DuMhA/s1600-h/DSCN0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-UqeUAVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/sOjEk4DuMhA/s320/DSCN0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417898876446441810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guns. Good thing he's wearing his safety goggles, eh Jess? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-VF_fIDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/slruHrO4EMI/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-VF_fIDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/slruHrO4EMI/s320/DSCN0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417898883833339954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool toy from Grandma Wakley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-VjtpBUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/TKDhdhSSMc0/s1600-h/DSCN0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-VjtpBUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/TKDhdhSSMc0/s320/DSCN0495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417898891811554626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's been asking to have a birthday party at Fun Zone since June. It's an arcade/play place in town. It was so nice not to have a party at my house. No mess! It was great! Ellie was cute, she kept making sure she was one of the kids that was invited. We made sure to give her an invitation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-WAdQIpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-Gx7DwdKjNg/s1600-h/DSCN0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-WAdQIpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-Gx7DwdKjNg/s320/DSCN0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417898899527443090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Kaden's ice cream cake. He only likes vanilla EVERYTHING. So all the cake had was vanilla ice cream and frosting. None of the kids ate theirs! Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA_G27hLCI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cZLK4Bp8v2c/s1600-h/DSCN0525.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA_G27hLCI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cZLK4Bp8v2c/s320/DSCN0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417899738783624226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA_HXozY8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/TvmWGYCO2Fg/s1600-h/DSCN0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA_HXozY8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/TvmWGYCO2Fg/s320/DSCN0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417899747563496386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually nice to kick back and just chat instead of being the party hostess! Definitely recommend the Fun Zone! We can't believe Kaden is five. He is the funniest little boy. It's amazing how much he is like Jess. Things that I never thought would or could be inherited like turning his pillow over in the middle of the night to sleep on the cold side. He's such a good helper and has such a tender heart. We love you Kaden! Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-7864137939097103631?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/7864137939097103631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=7864137939097103631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7864137939097103631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/7864137939097103631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/12/kadens-bday.html' title='Kaden&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SzA-UHFinNI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QtPfDIIy_ck/s72-c/DSCN0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2072684819576456287</id><published>2009-12-08T12:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:46:27.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago and Nauvoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess and I went to Chicago all last week for a business trip, which means I got to go shopping all day! :) Neither of us had been there before so it was a lot of fun. We drove to Nauvoo on Friday and spent a couple days there which was really neat to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wl5buEuI/AAAAAAAAAvg/notjUnNvy7o/s1600-h/DSCN0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wl5buEuI/AAAAAAAAAvg/notjUnNvy7o/s320/DSCN0303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412957967264649954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are eating famous Giordanos Chicago-stuffed pizza. It was really yummy. Too bad you can't see the pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wmM9iftI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jSTCR0H7Cx0/s1600-h/DSCN0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wmM9iftI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jSTCR0H7Cx0/s320/DSCN0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412957972506771154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from our hotel room. We stayed right in downtown on Michigan Avenue. I watched workers clean windows on scaffolding. That is a job I will NEVER have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wm6bwyyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5Ajek2ck2aU/s1600-h/DSCN0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wm6bwyyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5Ajek2ck2aU/s320/DSCN0308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412957984713132834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago is so pretty at Christmastime! (Not that I've seen it any other time.) Every street downtown had christmas lights on all the trees and every store was decked out in decorations. Very festive. Jess forgot to bring his coat. And yes, Chicago is a windy city! Needless to say we had to go buy him one before he froze!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wnEH4x6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/0cQzHVQNcDo/s1600-h/DSCN0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wnEH4x6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/0cQzHVQNcDo/s320/DSCN0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412957987314124706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the John Hancock Observatory instead of the Willis Tower (Sears Tower) because it was right by our hotel. Once you've seen the city from above it's all the same right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wn1ejSGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/t99SdvtPF1k/s1600-h/DSCN0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wn1ejSGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/t99SdvtPF1k/s320/DSCN0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412958000562522210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This old cathedral was next to our hotel. I was glad I went in because I found out it was the church that they filmed the movie "My Best Friends Wedding" in (which is one of my favorite movies). It was cool to see. It was 95 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yBfLbNfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/LnP0QEmo06A/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yBfLbNfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/LnP0QEmo06A/s320/DSCN0368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959540764947954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night we went to Blue Man Group. They wouldn't let you take any pictures inside during the show. It was pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yB2oSI6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/H4QY3ZzQcTE/s1600-h/DSCN0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yB2oSI6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/H4QY3ZzQcTE/s320/DSCN0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959547060003746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Friday and Saturday in Nauvoo. Nauvoo is like a ghost town in the winter. We were the only ones on all of our tours, which was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yCnlUcQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QwT-mrt5alg/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yCnlUcQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QwT-mrt5alg/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959560200909058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Jess outside the Mansion House with our tour guide. They still have some of Joseph and Emma's stuff inside the house. Again we were the only ones on the tour so I could ask all the questions I wanted! Which was a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yDD77nDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ATHNkGDL6LE/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yDD77nDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ATHNkGDL6LE/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959567811943474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only disappointing thing about our trip was Carthage Jail. We saved it for last since it was a half hour drive away and we got there at 3:15 because they closed at 5. Well they decided to close at 3 o'clock that day for a Christmas walk they were doing in Nauvoo, so we were too late. We were super bummed. I was really looking forward to seeing Carthage Jail. All we could do was take pictures of the outside and peer in the windows. It broke my heart. Who knows when we'll get to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yDqyZzgI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eEHWbRCD0Ps/s1600-h/DSCN0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6yDqyZzgI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eEHWbRCD0Ps/s320/DSCN0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959578240962050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a session in the Nauvoo temple that night. It's a beautiful temple especially on the inside. It was way nice to spend a week with Jess especially with the baby on the way. We knew it wasn't going to happen again for years to come probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only down fall..... seven days is a LONG time to be away from the kids. I got to talk to them on the phone everyday but it was still hard. Jesse's parents were nice enough to take them for the full week. Thanks Kim and Mary!! The kids really did have a good time in Malad with Grandma and Grandpa but they were ready for us to come home too. When we got there on Sunday Kaden was really emotional and kept crying about everything. Ellie wouldn't let me hold her for a while. She just clung to Jess. When he put her down I asked her if I could have a hug and she just looked at me so I said, "Ellie are you mad at me?" and she said yes. She finally warmed up to me later on that day but in the morning I got scolded. She told me to never leave her for that long again ever. It was a great trip but it's always good to be home. &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/932654441814814253-2072684819576456287?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2072684819576456287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2072684819576456287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2072684819576456287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2072684819576456287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicago-and-nauvoo.html' title='Chicago and Nauvoo'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sx6wl5buEuI/AAAAAAAAAvg/notjUnNvy7o/s72-c/DSCN0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-6444015274611436718</id><published>2009-11-25T20:22:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:00:13.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I counted my many blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We got these pictures taken the other day of the kids. These are just a couple of them. I thought she did a great job! Kaden pulled faces the whole time but it ended up working out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day it was NOT my day. Nothing huge happened just little things like the kids spilling gumdrops all over Winco and dumping all the toaster crumbs on the floor at breakfast. Things like this kept happening all day and I was getting grouchier and grouchier. We were at home eating lunch and Ellie had her toys all over so I said, "You guys need to be better at putting your stuff away. When the baby comes I can't clean up after you all the time because I will be taking care of the baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without hesitation Kaden said, " Mom, we would do anything for you! Really! Anything!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It melted my heart to the floor! It sure made me have a better attitude for the rest of the day even though it didn't get any better. (Including when Ellie got her earring stuck to the pillow!) I think I have the cutest blessings around! That includes their father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw34IDOClKI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kDh2suXXSlk/s1600/Wakley+Kids-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw34IDOClKI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kDh2suXXSlk/s320/Wakley+Kids-68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408251544728671394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;© A Day to Adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw33xmNA3zI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/egyNFSsvOPk/s1600/Wakley+Kids-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw33xmNA3zI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/egyNFSsvOPk/s320/Wakley+Kids-42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408251158982614834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;©A Day to Adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw32v1fVybI/AAAAAAAAAvI/6wYeyoHfd0U/s1600/Wakley+Kids-2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw32v1fVybI/AAAAAAAAAvI/6wYeyoHfd0U/s320/Wakley+Kids-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408250029214648754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;©A Day to Adore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our baby's birthdate the other day! January 28th is the big day! Nine weeks to go baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-6444015274611436718?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/6444015274611436718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=6444015274611436718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/6444015274611436718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/6444015274611436718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-counted-my-many-blessings.html' title='I counted my many blessings'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Sw34IDOClKI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kDh2suXXSlk/s72-c/Wakley+Kids-68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-1881150366786843690</id><published>2009-11-22T20:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:53:31.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise I'm not one of those crazy TwilightMoms but I did go to the premier again at midnight on Thursday night. It was fun to socialize with friends and have a girls night out but during the movie I was thinking..."Why am I only going to get 5 hrs of sleep tonight for THIS movie?" Sorry girls, it was tons of fun but I might not make it for Eclipse in June! New Moon was definitely better than Twilight though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoP_XcI7wI/AAAAAAAAAug/-I-FW28sszg/s1600/DSCN0251.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoP_XcI7wI/AAAAAAAAAug/-I-FW28sszg/s320/DSCN0251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407151883909918466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Tami. Yes, my shirt says "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Friday night we went with Nick and Tami to the Boise vs Utah State game in Logan. It was tons of fun and was nice to have a night without the kids. (Thanks mom and dad!) It was a little chilly and we stood by drunken fans (or were they high off of the permanent markers from their poster?) but it was a good time and Boise won. Go Broncos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoP_4fc-JI/AAAAAAAAAuo/9ccX7iFrgw8/s1600/DSCN0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoP_4fc-JI/AAAAAAAAAuo/9ccX7iFrgw8/s320/DSCN0252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407151892782184594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoQAetdXkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MN2Uk-jtHng/s1600/DSCN0255.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoQAetdXkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MN2Uk-jtHng/s320/DSCN0255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407151903041478210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We truly were the only people in the Boise section who weren't in orange. Our shirts were covered by our coats. I guess we weren't true die hard fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next day I run up to IF to get my kids and was sitting there talking to my family and my mom says, "Are you wearing two different shoes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoQA9laMRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/76bgxSmf_ao/s1600/DSCN0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoQA9laMRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/76bgxSmf_ao/s320/DSCN0256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407151911329214738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I was wearing two different shoes. And not just two different shoes but a black one and a brown one. I remember selecting the brown one that morning in my closet and then sliding my other foot into what I thought was the other shoe and ran out the door. But since I can't see my feet at all these days I did not notice. I was super embarrassed but decided to go to a craft fair anyway... and yes someone noticed. My sister heard her talking behind my back. SO embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind for this next one that I was short on sleep from the TWO previous nights. I was in the kitchen cutting an orange and decided to cut my finger instead. It was pretty obvious right away that I needed stitches. There was a lot of blood. The kids were kind of nervous. But I was brave and didn't shed a single tear, even though the anesthetic hurt more than actually cutting it and I felt him sew three of the five stitches. (It was better than having the doc shove another needle in my finger.) Sorry so graphic for those who are weak in the stomach! Jeramy-ahem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoQBHHMGpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/n9_2NumcxuE/s1600/DSCN0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoQBHHMGpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/n9_2NumcxuE/s320/DSCN0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407151913886816914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the urgent care Kaden said, "I am not going to use knives until I am VERY old like 28 and when I do, I won't do it like mom did." Thanks Kaders. Dad most certainly agreed. The best part about it is that they told me I have to have the stitches out in 10 days which is when we will be in Chicago so the nurse just sent us with some surgical scissors and a hemostat so Jess could do it. Dr. Jesse will have to pull out those old fly-tying skills I guess... At least we will be there with a bunch of doctors right? Keep you posted on that one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-1881150366786843690?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/1881150366786843690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=1881150366786843690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1881150366786843690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1881150366786843690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-week.html' title='What a week...'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SwoP_XcI7wI/AAAAAAAAAug/-I-FW28sszg/s72-c/DSCN0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2402048607998443120</id><published>2009-11-06T16:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:48:08.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess went hunting with his friend Nick this week for three days. They brought Kaden and Brayden who were so excited about going! Kaden loves guns lately and so to go camping with dad for three days, looking for elk with guns was about the most exciting thing ever! They froze all day and all night but had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS40tEkMwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hYfXP3S46hc/s1600-h/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS40tEkMwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hYfXP3S46hc/s320/IMG_0208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401145068715520770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with the cold and waking up before the sun, Kaden never complained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS41HWunsI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3kdk1eSpkts/s1600-h/DSCN0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS41HWunsI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3kdk1eSpkts/s320/DSCN0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401145075771023042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had the trailers to keep them warm but they were already winterized so no bathrooms, no plug-ins and no water. Too much roughing-it for mom and Ellie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS41RH7F3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/O56cJI69Q8M/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS41RH7F3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/O56cJI69Q8M/s320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401145078393280370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took four wheelers since they had the little boys with them. They must have scared off all the elk because they didn't see a single one. Plenty of moose but no elk. Kaden had a good idea though. "How about we just sneak up on a moose and tell him to hold really still so we can shoot him and then we will just put him back together." Probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS418Gl3_I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rEdtC6MAdIk/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS418Gl3_I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rEdtC6MAdIk/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401145089930420210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is their "campsite". They just pulled off the road and parked. Unfortunately they didn't get anything but they had fun with just the boys anyway. When Kaden came home this is how our conversation went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, are you so glad I'm home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, Kaden I am very glad you are home. Are you glad to be home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um... I was glad when I was hunting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...ok. Me and Ellie had a great time at home just the girls. We went shopping, went to see my sister in Logan and watched movies in bed. It was lots of fun. Ellie loved being the center of my attention. But it was nice to have our boys home again!&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/932654441814814253-2402048607998443120?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2402048607998443120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2402048607998443120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2402048607998443120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2402048607998443120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting-trip.html' title='Hunting Trip'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvS40tEkMwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hYfXP3S46hc/s72-c/IMG_0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-3591611582531554967</id><published>2009-11-03T09:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:37:29.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I have an excuse to post again! Nothing exciting happened in a month so Halloween is my only excuse to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBehl7dDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YBmWrUAzQ88/s1600-h/DSCN0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBehl7dDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YBmWrUAzQ88/s320/DSCN0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919884427398738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden going to his preschool Halloween party. There were three Raphael's there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBeiG-QA8I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Azs6UoSxlfs/s1600-h/DSCN0223.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBeiG-QA8I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Azs6UoSxlfs/s320/DSCN0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919893297497026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBeibaTCmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ml_sZUFWuwk/s1600-h/DSCN0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBeibaTCmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ml_sZUFWuwk/s320/DSCN0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919898783844962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a princess and a GI Joe this year. Ellie actually picked out a giraffe costume at the store so she could be Melman from Madagascar but she ditched that idea and insisted she was a princess. She picked out these horrible pink high heel shoes from the store that were way too big for her. I'm surprised she didn't break her ankle walking around in them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBei-O1AsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1MA_LsLgcR4/s1600-h/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBei-O1AsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1MA_LsLgcR4/s320/DSCN0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919908130980546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the pumpkins we carved. Jesse made a big confession this year... he always has and always will hate carving pumpkins. He put on a good face for the kids though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBfSN82GII/AAAAAAAAAtg/fphxuG0kONQ/s1600-h/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBfSN82GII/AAAAAAAAAtg/fphxuG0kONQ/s320/DSCN0238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399920719804373122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to visit some friends house across town and the kids got a pretty good load at their house. We came back home to go trick-or-treating around our neighborhood and Kaden was like..." I don't want to go trick-or-treating, I'm just gonna stay home." So he stayed at home the rest of the night handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. I don't blame the kid actually, he doesn't even eat candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBgmXd1uQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3HWIjqTTn-o/s1600-h/DSCN0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBgmXd1uQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3HWIjqTTn-o/s320/DSCN0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399922165467691266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie on the other hand would sell her right arm for a bucket full of candy so Jess took her out all over the neighborhood. She loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvCFTFn8N-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/ORi8UDAEgWA/s1600-h/DSCN0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvCFTFn8N-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/ORi8UDAEgWA/s320/DSCN0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399962516190935010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came back and twenty minutes later Ellie wanted to go again! So mom took her out for round number two. She lasted quite a while then got too cold. But she was very nice and said, "Thanks you!" at every door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-3591611582531554967?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/3591611582531554967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=3591611582531554967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3591611582531554967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/3591611582531554967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenli.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SvBehl7dDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YBmWrUAzQ88/s72-c/DSCN0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-1896793914214373501</id><published>2009-09-18T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:23:53.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just a random post about all of my babies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrQ0gh_pyAI/AAAAAAAAAso/zfUTvj9jLBI/s1600-h/100_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrQ0gh_pyAI/AAAAAAAAAso/zfUTvj9jLBI/s320/100_4342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382985188100392962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden said a few things that made me chuckle this week....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home from our trip Sunday night and I worked on Monday. Tuesday morning I told Kaden to go get dressed for school and he came back downstairs and said, "Mom, did you do the laundry?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nope, I didn't Kaden."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, I don't have plenty of clothes! Do the laundry TODAY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a turkey. Also clothes related, he had been telling me for a couple days that he needed new socks because his were too small. Today I went upstairs when I sent him up to get dressed and he was laying there on the floor all depressed and said, "Mom, see this giant thing? (He held up his foot for me.) I can't get this into those tiny socks anymore!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Walmart and got new socks today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrQ0hL9-NzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zs2rd8LO0Mc/s1600-h/100_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrQ0hL9-NzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zs2rd8LO0Mc/s320/100_4853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382985199367632690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Ellie baby. She had her three-year check up this week. She gained one whole pound in a year! She weighs 27 lbs and is 36 inches tall. She's so little. She still wears 2T clothes and most of those are too big still. I was shopping with Jess today and said, "At least I know Ellie's not running short on clothes, she hasn't grown out of anything!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e47adeb0aed94d0a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De47adeb0aed94d0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331534566%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CC198D0240D4FE5D9E53D2C9F89D08937E45286.4EEAA946937A8524AE2F98D3E96117108C3D0A15%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De47adeb0aed94d0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSw-B5MXePZDGs4BspGUOIGPKrOM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De47adeb0aed94d0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331534566%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CC198D0240D4FE5D9E53D2C9F89D08937E45286.4EEAA946937A8524AE2F98D3E96117108C3D0A15%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De47adeb0aed94d0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSw-B5MXePZDGs4BspGUOIGPKrOM&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby number 3! I went in for my 20 wk ultrasound today. You can see his heart beating and can see him swallowing amniotic fluid. I was kind of anxious to see if it was still a boy! We had that first ultrasound early so it could have been a mistake, but it's a boy for sure and he looks healthy and strong. This pregnancy is going by so fast. Probably because I am perfectly content where he is. No diapers to change and no restless nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-1896793914214373501?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/1896793914214373501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=1896793914214373501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1896793914214373501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/1896793914214373501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-babies.html' title='My Babies...'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrQ0gh_pyAI/AAAAAAAAAso/zfUTvj9jLBI/s72-c/100_4342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-2617941068100957947</id><published>2009-09-15T18:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:32:25.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAUTION!! THIS IS AN EXTRA-LONG POST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to San Diego again this year for Jesse's convention but this time the kids came along. It was a blast! The kids made it that much more fun! None of us wanted to come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt2x5fUZI/AAAAAAAAApI/fQsso3PzqzU/s1600-h/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt2x5fUZI/AAAAAAAAApI/fQsso3PzqzU/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381851973838393746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, the day before we left it was my birthday and we went to the fair. I turned 27 and in Kaden's words, "Whoa, that's old!" Jess got me a new camera for our trip! It was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvB9Ev_dI/AAAAAAAAApw/mbEC1ldmZ80/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvB9Ev_dI/AAAAAAAAApw/mbEC1ldmZ80/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381853265328602578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nervous to see how Kaden would do flying. I knew Ellie wouldn't care and I was right. I kept trying to show her out the window to see stuff and she kept saying things like, "I want peanuts! Where's my apple juice?" Kaden did great and said it was his favorite part of the trip. He just had 101 questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt3mhrE7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ebSalYpBiZI/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt3mhrE7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ebSalYpBiZI/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381851987965580210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids thought they were totally ripped off when they found out dad STILL had to go to work in San Diego! We managed to fill up our days until he was off though. The kids weren't super impressed with the temple but I still am every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt4MwI-3I/AAAAAAAAApY/zwldPCBmRHY/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt4MwI-3I/AAAAAAAAApY/zwldPCBmRHY/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381851998226807666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exploring the hotel while dad is in meetings! Don't feel too bad for Jess though! He got to eat catered meals of steak and fish while we had PB&amp;amp;J in the hotel room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt4-akeNI/AAAAAAAAApg/r-5jFH6r9mk/s1600-h/DSCN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt4-akeNI/AAAAAAAAApg/r-5jFH6r9mk/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381852011558107346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids loved the ocean, especially Ellie. She ran out into the water and then when she saw a little 6 inch wave coming she turned around and ran back to the sand! Way funny! I don't blame her I guess because it did end up knocking her over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt5p1vPiI/AAAAAAAAApo/BnpW0_b3O3s/s1600-h/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt5p1vPiI/AAAAAAAAApo/BnpW0_b3O3s/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381852023214784034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden loved playing in the sand. He repeatedly hit Ellie with a shovel-full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvCkZptLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/HNTsgerB2yE/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvCkZptLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/HNTsgerB2yE/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381853275885253810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the deal is with my kids' obsession for birds but they chase them EVERYWHERE we go! California birds were no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvDHy_nII/AAAAAAAAAqA/UhrNHN6yJjY/s1600-h/DSCN0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvDHy_nII/AAAAAAAAAqA/UhrNHN6yJjY/s320/DSCN0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381853285386787970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair has just enough wave in it that it goes CrAzY FrIzZy with the humidity! Jess said, "You're hair is kind of crinkly!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvDsHm_vI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aYq9QQNcokU/s1600-h/DSCN0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvDsHm_vI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aYq9QQNcokU/s320/DSCN0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381853295136931570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from our hotel balcony. Mission Bay is on the left and the Pacific Ocean is on the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvEWvubEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qUiigRltDRY/s1600-h/DSCN0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAvEWvubEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qUiigRltDRY/s320/DSCN0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381853306579479618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The resort has these exotic birds everywhere to look at. They talk back to you too! I called them birds and both kids said, "No mom! It's a parrot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwf2cQKGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/S8fJw1A3GI8/s1600-h/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwf2cQKGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/S8fJw1A3GI8/s320/DSCN0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854878455834722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seaworld was Ellie's favorite. We timed it perfectly-- we got there right when a Shamu show started so we were by ourselves by the other whales' tanks. It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwgqHlvsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KQPUl802e80/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwgqHlvsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KQPUl802e80/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854892327812802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids could have stayed here all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwhLZG63I/AAAAAAAAAqo/hi0sb3in4sw/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwhLZG63I/AAAAAAAAAqo/hi0sb3in4sw/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854901259660146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Ellie wanted to see in San Diego were dolphins and Snow White. Here's half of her wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwiOCfKCI/AAAAAAAAAqw/4B7ryPw9TwA/s1600-h/DSCN0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwiOCfKCI/AAAAAAAAAqw/4B7ryPw9TwA/s320/DSCN0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854919149955106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie absolutely LOVED the Shamu show. She kept saying, "Whoa! WOW! Mommy I want to swim with the whales!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwinoQ9KI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RhVDBsYhH_o/s1600-h/DSCN0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAwinoQ9KI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RhVDBsYhH_o/s320/DSCN0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854926019294370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I looked over at Kaden and this is what he was doing. He got a little bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx4Ky6GcI/AAAAAAAAArA/K1e7bOTmO94/s1600-h/DSCN0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx4Ky6GcI/AAAAAAAAArA/K1e7bOTmO94/s320/DSCN0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856395748055490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They both still liked it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx4oZZnKI/AAAAAAAAArI/Lf1lcHRjJx4/s1600-h/DSCN0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx4oZZnKI/AAAAAAAAArI/Lf1lcHRjJx4/s320/DSCN0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856403694132386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a steamboat that takes you on a ride in the bay. We took it right at sunset one night. It was so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx5XmdPVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/cw9BK_2vlf0/s1600-h/DSCN0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx5XmdPVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/cw9BK_2vlf0/s320/DSCN0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856416365362514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie had a tummy ache from the stale popcorn at Seaworld! Kaden loved the boat though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx5-Vw6YI/AAAAAAAAArY/IHuZ31RD0SM/s1600-h/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx5-Vw6YI/AAAAAAAAArY/IHuZ31RD0SM/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856426764331394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw the best sunsets on the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx6eCqeiI/AAAAAAAAArg/IDW3AW8GrJQ/s1600-h/DSCN0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAx6eCqeiI/AAAAAAAAArg/IDW3AW8GrJQ/s320/DSCN0159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381856435274152482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, Disneyland. We stayed for 9 hours and only saw half of the park! It was great though, the kids had a blast. Jess and I enjoyed ourselves too. I made the kids wear these harnesses. My greatest fear was losing them somewhere in California! I felt like I had two puppies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzGYlgxdI/AAAAAAAAAro/bkxOC4GLadM/s1600-h/DSCN0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzGYlgxdI/AAAAAAAAAro/bkxOC4GLadM/s320/DSCN0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857739479762386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dumbo ride. Kaden's favorites were the Pinocchio story ride and the Matterhorn Mountain. He did so good on the rides! He kept asking for more! The kid gets sick in a car, but bring on the rollercoasters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzG9gA4YI/AAAAAAAAArw/5eGiaiOcUZQ/s1600-h/DSCN0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzG9gA4YI/AAAAAAAAArw/5eGiaiOcUZQ/s320/DSCN0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857749388812674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mickey Mouse House line was pretty short. We did really good all day! The lines went by really fast. I think we hit them all at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzHVD1q_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/xFN5Xbj7s2A/s1600-h/DSCN0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzHVD1q_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/xFN5Xbj7s2A/s320/DSCN0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857755713088498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only character Kaden had to see was Goofy. We finally found him after searching all day. We mobbed him right when he came out of the door. Kaden was pretty excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzH5r8IMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WEF6S_BeSZU/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzH5r8IMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WEF6S_BeSZU/s320/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857765544960194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I lied. All of the lines were pretty short EXCEPT the Princess line. We waited for over an hour so Ellie could see the princesses and when we finally get back there.... she won't even look at them! She buried her head in my shoulder and wouldn't talk to them. Kaden liked them though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzImhzF4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/J31IhIuWNIg/s1600-h/DSCN0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAzImhzF4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/J31IhIuWNIg/s320/DSCN0197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381857777582020482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt silly getting my picture taken with princesses but Ellie wouldn't do it without me there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAz28U501I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Krw_ul1tstA/s1600-h/DSCN0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAz28U501I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Krw_ul1tstA/s320/DSCN0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381858573707498322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, Kaden wasn't shy. Him and Ariel had a talk about sharks because she's been chased by one, you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAz3XLyJMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/VkL_puv4ZAY/s1600-h/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAz3XLyJMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/VkL_puv4ZAY/s320/DSCN0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381858580917003458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, this is the face Ellie had for the whole princess thing. What a stinker! She was disappointed though because Snow White was nowhere to be found. That's OK, she wouldn't have looked at her anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAz36EFhMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tJUfAOoD4dA/s1600-h/DSCN0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAz36EFhMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tJUfAOoD4dA/s320/DSCN0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381858590279959746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought this sign was too funny not to take a picture of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-2617941068100957947?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/2617941068100957947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=2617941068100957947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2617941068100957947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/2617941068100957947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SrAt2x5fUZI/AAAAAAAAApI/fQsso3PzqzU/s72-c/DSCN0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-9136298093570301876</id><published>2009-08-29T17:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:53:03.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who don't know yet, we are expecting a baby boy in January! I am 17 weeks along and super happy to be done with my first trimester! It was the worst one I've had by far. Jess and the kids have been super patient with me and my lack of desire to cook and clean. Kaden and Ellie are so excited to have a baby brother. They are already fighting over who gets to get the diapers and wipes to change his diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm94FLr_kI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2JDe_O0RrXw/s1600-h/100_5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm94FLr_kI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2JDe_O0RrXw/s320/100_5606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375536401404919362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Kaden take these pics for me. He did pretty good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm94dEtmAI/AAAAAAAAAow/lEZhbBQbT2E/s1600-h/100_5607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm94dEtmAI/AAAAAAAAAow/lEZhbBQbT2E/s320/100_5607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375536407818115074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People constantly remind me about how large I get. For those of you who have never seen me pregnant, watch out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm945Y5fVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nQcS2JREzv0/s1600-h/100_5629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm945Y5fVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nQcS2JREzv0/s320/100_5629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375536415418973522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found these pictures on my camera. Boys will be boys! Can't wait to add another one to the pack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm95fL-fgI/AAAAAAAAApA/unEmceOvDlM/s1600-h/100_5630.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm95fL-fgI/AAAAAAAAApA/unEmceOvDlM/s320/100_5630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375536425565322754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/932654441814814253-9136298093570301876?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/9136298093570301876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=9136298093570301876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/9136298093570301876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/9136298093570301876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/Spm94FLr_kI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2JDe_O0RrXw/s72-c/100_5606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-478484369173659769</id><published>2009-08-25T09:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:25:00.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horton Summer party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to my parents' this weekend for my brother's homecoming.  My mom rented one of those big inflatable water slides. The adults had more fun on it than the kids! Kaden was afraid of the water that sprayed his face at the top so he only went down a couple times. Ellie wasn't very impressed either. Jess was crazy enough to try a flip from the top. Tons of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOSZUXARI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bhmwLWEXWyo/s1600-h/100_5581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOSZUXARI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bhmwLWEXWyo/s320/100_5581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373935964556558610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why Jeff went face first, the water was FREEZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOSwMA0II/AAAAAAAAAoA/D18UE7UYvoY/s1600-h/100_5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOSwMA0II/AAAAAAAAAoA/D18UE7UYvoY/s320/100_5586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373935970695565442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie didn't like how cold the water was so she spent most of the time on the swing wrapped in her blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOTQvm1nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/g8zpXwKcrZU/s1600-h/100_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOTQvm1nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/g8zpXwKcrZU/s320/100_5589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373935979434792562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim won the prize for the highest bounces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOUCpTIDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/dg1l_QyHBHU/s1600-h/100_5595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOUCpTIDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/dg1l_QyHBHU/s320/100_5595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373935992830107698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea Casey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOUdS7YVI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hI3y4tETlZY/s1600-h/100_5596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOUdS7YVI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hI3y4tETlZY/s320/100_5596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373935999984034130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess would always make a tidal wave of water at the end. Many children got soaked standing there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQObZ41cmI/AAAAAAAAAog/f0lepJKZKks/s1600-h/100_5602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQObZ41cmI/AAAAAAAAAog/f0lepJKZKks/s320/100_5602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373936119328371298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents were a little more conservative when they went down. I don't blame them! We all had battle wounds and were a little sore the next day! Way fun though! There aren't any pics of me going down... Jess said kept saying something about "not very graceful" when I would go! Hahahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/932654441814814253-478484369173659769?l=jessnjens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/feeds/478484369173659769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=932654441814814253&amp;postID=478484369173659769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/478484369173659769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/932654441814814253/posts/default/478484369173659769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessnjens.blogspot.com/2009/08/horton-summer-party.html' title='Horton Summer party'/><author><name>Jess and Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883627184168660661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SDWTaAIFl-I/AAAAAAAAABI/cxnh5pozm6A/S220/100_3327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/SpQOSZUXARI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bhmwLWEXWyo/s72-c/100_5581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932654441814814253.post-5857422421867483143</id><published>2009-08-20T11:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:03:20.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home Elder Jeff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother came home from his mission in Tampico Mexico on Monday night! We are so glad he's home! Two years is a long time! He looks great! He's a little skinnier, tanner and taller. Poor guy had to hang out with us crazies all week. I'm sure it was a rude awakening. Welcome home Jeff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2MnlL5PII/AAAAAAAAAmg/L9PAhQSGM-E/s1600-h/100_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2MnlL5PII/AAAAAAAAAmg/L9PAhQSGM-E/s320/100_5541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372104542147656834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He worked super hard and had a great mission. I don't think he wanted to leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2MoAfySDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OU0r8qaMYzg/s1600-h/100_5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2MoAfySDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OU0r8qaMYzg/s320/100_5542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372104549478844466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom got the first hug, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2M5wT5iqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/mGPeMK3hwFU/s1600-h/100_5535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2M5wT5iqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/mGPeMK3hwFU/s320/100_5535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372104854371666594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate we had a fiesta back at home. All of the kids wore sombreros and played with maracas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2MpZHDtkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4pTcXyiY-r0/s1600-h/100_5551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2MpZHDtkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4pTcXyiY-r0/s320/100_5551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372104573265884738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't have a fiesta without pinata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2OFGTzgrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3RaZ6o-V0_k/s1600-h/100_5562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2OFGTzgrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3RaZ6o-V0_k/s320/100_5562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106148767040178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff likes Red Robin we so went there for lunch one day. He says American food tastes bland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2OEr4TWCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eOoNQiGEohA/s1600-h/100_5561.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2OEr4TWCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eOoNQiGEohA/s320/100_5561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106141672364066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2OFh-_qoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AqLczWaYu9w/s1600-h/100_5565.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2OFh-_qoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AqLczWaYu9w/s320/100_5565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106156195949186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2O9ptHIFI/AAAAAAAAAng/lLNGzQl1dcs/s1600-h/100_5567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2O9ptHIFI/AAAAAAAAAng/lLNGzQl1dcs/s320/100_5567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107120341098578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to Bear Lake. It was nice and warm and the kids loved to play in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2O-G1c3XI/AAAAAAAAAno/Y0DUH8S1u_s/s1600-h/100_5568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2O-G1c3XI/AAAAAAAAAno/Y0DUH8S1u_s/s320/100_5568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107128160705906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, Ellie liked the sand better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2O-VqkTYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/C-iHoS3_-ps/s1600-h/100_5574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRogGQyco-U/So2O-VqkTYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/C-iHoS3_-ps/s320/100_5574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107132141587842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All four of us swam out into the lake until we could barely touch, but it was too cold so we came back. 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