<?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-4210534103266758197</id><updated>2012-01-14T11:06:08.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Janneys' Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-6230287921142662656</id><published>2011-03-05T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:41:14.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase is 22 months old. He is almost 2! He is such a joy. He makes Alan and I exchange glances and cover our mouths to prevent us from laughing and encouraging his naughty behavior very regularly. He is such a stubborn child. He says, "No!" and&amp;nbsp;"Stop it, Mommy!" on a regular basis. He has his own agenda and is very adament about seeing it through. He has a glare that he will use on anyone who doesn't please him the way that he thinks they should. He will make himself&amp;nbsp;go limp when you try to pick him, throw himself on the ground, and hit&amp;nbsp;someone with out hesitation if they are annoying him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YllDpsMpje0/TXL3CgK-uVI/AAAAAAAADEM/gf15Qx_CGks/s1600/janney35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YllDpsMpje0/TXL3CgK-uVI/AAAAAAAADEM/gf15Qx_CGks/s320/janney35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then there is his sweet side. And what a sweet side it is. He is a little snuggle bug. Anytime he hurts himself (which is quite often since he's the clumsiest kid I've ever seen) he will point to wherever it hurts and say, "Ouch! Big hug?" and put those little arms out! Who could resist!? He will come up and just lay his head on my knee sometimes and say, "Aww!" He gives kisses by sticking his cheek up against mine and making a, "mwah!" sound. His precious laugh could melt the coldest of hearts. He blows kisses to complete strangers sometimes and they give him big smiles in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lTgTEDC6mvo/TXL3Nz2JPoI/AAAAAAAADEQ/At4VBpSB9Ls/s1600/janney24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lTgTEDC6mvo/TXL3Nz2JPoI/AAAAAAAADEQ/At4VBpSB9Ls/s320/janney24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is passionate about a few things. He is passionate about food. The only way we could get him to comply for family pictures was by feeding him while our poor friend was taking pictures. It resulted in a lot of pictures like the one above but at least they accurately depicted this period in our lives. He is also passionate about books. He loves to read and insists on reading&amp;nbsp;many books every day. He'll read to himself. He'll ask us to read. The&amp;nbsp;first thing he did when we got home last week after being&amp;nbsp;gone for over a week was to crawl up into his chair in his room and&amp;nbsp;read book after to book to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lshHLnhkiLk/TXL3S9UU9rI/AAAAAAAADEU/lxuSZR_rhgA/s1600/janney16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lshHLnhkiLk/TXL3S9UU9rI/AAAAAAAADEU/lxuSZR_rhgA/s320/janney16.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves his big brother and wakes up every morning with a smile saying, "Hi Momma! Jack Jack? Daddy?" He wants to know where everyone is and to give them all hugs. He loves preschool and his teachers love him. They are frequently telling me how impressed they are by how many words he knows and how eloquently he speaks them. He has no problem at all expressing himself. I think Alan was hoping for one quiet introvert like himself, bless his heart. It just doesn't look like it's going to happen. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EM_JxG9UCa8/TXMBGYwrW7I/AAAAAAAADEY/mvnYeu1G8Zs/s1600/janney37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EM_JxG9UCa8/TXMBGYwrW7I/AAAAAAAADEY/mvnYeu1G8Zs/s320/janney37.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase makes me smile every day and I am enjoying my sweet baby so much. I'm looking forward to the next stage as well because it has been my experience so far that it only gets better, but for now, I'll cherish this moment and this day with my Baby Chase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-6230287921142662656?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6230287921142662656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=6230287921142662656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/6230287921142662656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/6230287921142662656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/chase-andrew.html' title='Chase Andrew'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YllDpsMpje0/TXL3CgK-uVI/AAAAAAAADEM/gf15Qx_CGks/s72-c/janney35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1700292202586317577</id><published>2011-03-05T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:14:43.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Saps21HoD4w/TXL17zeMYgI/AAAAAAAADEA/1AOnv0Fnugw/s1600/janney18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Saps21HoD4w/TXL17zeMYgI/AAAAAAAADEA/1AOnv0Fnugw/s320/janney18.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Jackson Ryan is 4 and 1/2 years old. One of my pet peeves is the moms who lament over their children growing up. Yes, at times it feels like it's going by very quickly. But good gosh, at other times it feels like the slowest process that ever took place. =) Jackson is a sweet boy. I enjoy him so much and love the conversations that we have. Sometimes I find myself missing the chubby toddler he was. I find myself wishing that he'd wrap those chubby arms around me once more&amp;nbsp;and say in garbled speech, "I wuv you, Mommy." again. But instead, he wraps his arms that have&amp;nbsp;begun to grow&amp;nbsp;slender around me and says very articulately, "I love you more than anyone. Except Jesus. I love Him the most." We have the funniest conversations on a daily basis. He's constantly trying to understand the world and wants me to be the one who explains it all to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-baBaFnK6NyM/TXL2WZunJNI/AAAAAAAADEE/VoGKgNKfuYY/s1600/janney32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-baBaFnK6NyM/TXL2WZunJNI/AAAAAAAADEE/VoGKgNKfuYY/s320/janney32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He still asks me for hugs. He still crawls into my lap and rests his head on my shoulder. He asks me to pick&amp;nbsp;him up and carry him to bed sometimes. He asks me snuggle him at&amp;nbsp;night and to read him stories.&amp;nbsp;I know that those days are probably numbered so I'm trying to enjoy them while I can. He loves to run fast (faster than ANYONE- according to him). He enjoys preschool very much and constantly is telling me about his classmates and about his beloved Mrs. Donna. He looks forward to treasure box on Fridays very much. He missed it once because he got in trouble and hasn't made the same mistake twice. He is an excellent brother to Chase and is patient with him and holds his hand often.&amp;nbsp;He tries to explain things to Chase that are far beyond Chase's comprehension but that doesn't stop Jackson from trying. He adores his Dad and his face lights up when Alan comes home from work every day. Alan ruptured his patella tendon which has prevented them from wrestling but it hasn't damaged their relationship. Those two love each other so much. He also loves his Gigi and Gpa and Nana and Papa with a special kind of love that makes my heart so happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-39qxqvS--QI/TXL2iW7tfVI/AAAAAAAADEI/lgN47K6Q11Y/s1600/janney29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-39qxqvS--QI/TXL2iW7tfVI/AAAAAAAADEI/lgN47K6Q11Y/s320/janney29.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my Jackson Ryan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1700292202586317577?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1700292202586317577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1700292202586317577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1700292202586317577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1700292202586317577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/jackson-ryan.html' title='Jackson Ryan'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Saps21HoD4w/TXL17zeMYgI/AAAAAAAADEA/1AOnv0Fnugw/s72-c/janney18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1466054936027761824</id><published>2011-01-22T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:57:02.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had another wonderful Christmas celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;We started off at Alan's Aunt and Uncle's House for our Christmas Eve festivities: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQvJdrhOI/AAAAAAAADCE/4GheRT3kjS8/s1600/cmas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQvJdrhOI/AAAAAAAADCE/4GheRT3kjS8/s320/cmas1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase was shocked at how much fun he had! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ5Ho4YNI/AAAAAAAADCI/UVZ2aoHBMqc/s1600/cmas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ5Ho4YNI/AAAAAAAADCI/UVZ2aoHBMqc/s320/cmas2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase and Auntie Megan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ7m0bPAI/AAAAAAAADCM/6g2OhC4k8PQ/s1600/cmas3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ7m0bPAI/AAAAAAAADCM/6g2OhC4k8PQ/s320/cmas3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousin Tanyon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ9k3TP7I/AAAAAAAADCQ/-e--OaLyP9Y/s1600/cmas4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ9k3TP7I/AAAAAAAADCQ/-e--OaLyP9Y/s320/cmas4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins Kristin, Jessica, and Tanyon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ_xZfT2I/AAAAAAAADCU/nKCFX9quZ2M/s1600/cmas5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQ_xZfT2I/AAAAAAAADCU/nKCFX9quZ2M/s320/cmas5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan, Jackson's back, and I.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtRCc9dsuI/AAAAAAAADCY/DiEylUs3kZ0/s1600/cmas6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtRCc9dsuI/AAAAAAAADCY/DiEylUs3kZ0/s320/cmas6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson and Tanyon playing a HUGE game of&amp;nbsp; Hungry Hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &amp;nbsp;That night we headed to Alan's Granny's house where we spent the night and woke up the next morning to a homemade southern breakfast (biscuits and gravy, sausage, eggs, etc.) and opening more presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVAjri6LI/AAAAAAAADCg/ahRTLzBUeiQ/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVAjri6LI/AAAAAAAADCg/ahRTLzBUeiQ/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson was VERY excited for presents.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVEEOdjaI/AAAAAAAADCk/oBdQ8K9dKII/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVEEOdjaI/AAAAAAAADCk/oBdQ8K9dKII/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting patiently...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVFePHpwI/AAAAAAAADCo/vI3F5ofxcck/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVFePHpwI/AAAAAAAADCo/vI3F5ofxcck/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase is quite possibly the only baby I know who LIKES getting clothes. He tries them on right away.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVGwYNO2I/AAAAAAAADCs/GBkRq9GvA-c/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtVGwYNO2I/AAAAAAAADCs/GBkRq9GvA-c/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Granny and Debbie (Nana)- two generations of sweet ladies. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJqk7eQOI/AAAAAAAADDA/BpZsnSWi-yY/s1600/Fall+2010+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJqk7eQOI/AAAAAAAADDA/BpZsnSWi-yY/s320/Fall+2010+130.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana and Papa helping Jackson open his BATCAVE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJbRPFh8I/AAAAAAAADC4/eL60vbotCuk/s1600/Fall+2010+122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJbRPFh8I/AAAAAAAADC4/eL60vbotCuk/s320/Fall+2010+122.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Debbie&amp;nbsp;opening a present.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJV61hliI/AAAAAAAADC0/v7bomGRETyg/s1600/Fall+2010+133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJV61hliI/AAAAAAAADC0/v7bomGRETyg/s320/Fall+2010+133.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet brothers. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJR8AAVQI/AAAAAAAADCw/j3IuSYZLrt4/s1600/Fall+2010+131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuJR8AAVQI/AAAAAAAADCw/j3IuSYZLrt4/s320/Fall+2010+131.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE Chase's face.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then that night we left for my mom and dad's house because it was snowing pretty heavily and only expected to snow more. We drove through the snow and it was a beautiful white Christmas. We arrived at Mom and Dad's around midnight. We celebrated Christmas the next morning with the WHOLE family: Mom, Dad, Anne (aaand baby #2 who is due in May if you want to get technical), Danny, Luke, Liz, Matt, Becky, Alan, Jackson, Chase, and I. We didn't get any pics of the whole family but I anticipate quite a few of those in June for Liz's wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLJb9gXkI/AAAAAAAADDE/sYWLFsK90LU/s1600/Fall+2010+136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLJb9gXkI/AAAAAAAADDE/sYWLFsK90LU/s320/Fall+2010+136.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anne, Beck, and Luke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLOELa4HI/AAAAAAAADDI/Worftd6j8CU/s1600/Fall+2010+140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLOELa4HI/AAAAAAAADDI/Worftd6j8CU/s320/Fall+2010+140.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom and Chasey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLTU97CVI/AAAAAAAADDM/bsRiQ49Im5k/s1600/Fall+2010+141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLTU97CVI/AAAAAAAADDM/bsRiQ49Im5k/s320/Fall+2010+141.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First engaged Christmas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLXzesG0I/AAAAAAAADDQ/X4voiyc2dZc/s1600/Fall+2010+142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLXzesG0I/AAAAAAAADDQ/X4voiyc2dZc/s320/Fall+2010+142.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anne and Lukey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLccUSCNI/AAAAAAAADDU/3BKcMq334cE/s1600/Fall+2010+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLccUSCNI/AAAAAAAADDU/3BKcMq334cE/s320/Fall+2010+143.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cousins!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLhE_AdXI/AAAAAAAADDY/l4rFz4GTHrM/s1600/Fall+2010+146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLhE_AdXI/AAAAAAAADDY/l4rFz4GTHrM/s320/Fall+2010+146.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Storytime.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLl5fxCbI/AAAAAAAADDc/Zgf70Xv-OPg/s1600/Fall+2010+150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLl5fxCbI/AAAAAAAADDc/Zgf70Xv-OPg/s320/Fall+2010+150.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi and Buzz Lightyear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLsyzpggI/AAAAAAAADDg/escHyXyNVWk/s1600/Fall+2010+154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuLsyzpggI/AAAAAAAADDg/escHyXyNVWk/s320/Fall+2010+154.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gpa and Chase.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuL33JInnI/AAAAAAAADDo/Ma4YeDrvC0k/s1600/Fall+2010+155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuL33JInnI/AAAAAAAADDo/Ma4YeDrvC0k/s320/Fall+2010+155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase working on his toolbench.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuL66BokUI/AAAAAAAADDs/JJ9AZ3PUmOE/s1600/Fall+2010+158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuL66BokUI/AAAAAAAADDs/JJ9AZ3PUmOE/s320/Fall+2010+158.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just hanging out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuMAftKLmI/AAAAAAAADD0/gUW9nwxX2rg/s1600/Fall+2010+104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuMAftKLmI/AAAAAAAADD0/gUW9nwxX2rg/s320/Fall+2010+104.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This wasn't technically on Christmas. It was the Sunday before Christmas at church. Jackson was an angel in the Christmas musical and Aunt Boo came to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuL9uwKv-I/AAAAAAAADDw/jHeET4drPmE/s1600/Fall+2010+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTuL9uwKv-I/AAAAAAAADDw/jHeET4drPmE/s320/Fall+2010+103.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a wonderful Christmas. The older I get, the easier it has become for me to love Christmas. I know a lot of people don't feel that way,&amp;nbsp;but I do. It has truly become a celebration of Jesus' birth for me. I am thrilled by the songs celebrating His birth that I hear in all the public venues during the holidays. I love that people actually DO the things that Jesus told us to do- like helping the poor (Salvation Army, Angel Tree, The Rescue Mission, etc.). I love that people tend to smile more and that there is a magic everywhere that people can't quite put their finger on. It's Jesus. He permeates the holiday season and brings a joy that those who don't know Him are drawn to. They know there is something special, something better than the everyday lives they know, but they often buy into the materialistic lies that the world tries to sell. I enjoy presents. This year we got an amazing new dining room table to enjoy family meals around! Our old one was a wobbly, old kitchen table that we've had for 8 years (since we got married) and that my parent's used for many years before that. But presents are not what it's about. I loved looking around at my family during Christmas. I loved seeing the joy written on their faces as we spent time together, as we laughed together, shared happy hour together, as we watched the little ones laughing together. We have been blessed and we know every good thing comes from God. Like Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1466054936027761824?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1466054936027761824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1466054936027761824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1466054936027761824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1466054936027761824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtQvJdrhOI/AAAAAAAADCE/4GheRT3kjS8/s72-c/cmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3833644081703793478</id><published>2011-01-22T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:25:25.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacky Sweater Party...</title><content type='html'>This year I hosted my first annual Tacky Sweater Christmas Party. I had around 30 lovely ladies who were able to come and it lasted until 2:30 in the morning- can you say, success!? &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from that night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHYVSJKJI/AAAAAAAADBA/u0zlayDvFSk/s1600/IMG_2570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHYVSJKJI/AAAAAAAADBA/u0zlayDvFSk/s320/IMG_2570.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trophy and voting booth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHgww7KNI/AAAAAAAADBE/OcvQUFF7AHY/s1600/IMG_2559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHgww7KNI/AAAAAAAADBE/OcvQUFF7AHY/s320/IMG_2559.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love Christmas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHvCj3VoI/AAAAAAAADBM/DrvOux9ME04/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHvCj3VoI/AAAAAAAADBM/DrvOux9ME04/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My amazing mom who came down to help with the party and drove 4 hours down and 4 hours back in less than one day because she's SUPERMOM!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtH7LSEaKI/AAAAAAAADBQ/NV_fLGWngwI/s1600/IMG_2571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtH7LSEaKI/AAAAAAAADBQ/NV_fLGWngwI/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtH_cfEjBI/AAAAAAAADBU/X1RS1kNrKdU/s1600/IMG_2573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtIorWjN9I/AAAAAAAADBo/medaNbbF7qo/s320/IMG_2587.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtI5x8qSjI/AAAAAAAADBs/8WRMqUaCb5A/s1600/IMG_2591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtI5x8qSjI/AAAAAAAADBs/8WRMqUaCb5A/s320/IMG_2591.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;DIRTY Santa exchange. Some dirtier than others. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJGZxDdRI/AAAAAAAADBw/KUbC-_TLAeY/s1600/IMG_2595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJGZxDdRI/AAAAAAAADBw/KUbC-_TLAeY/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJbOnjrqI/AAAAAAAADB0/jx4F-eQc_kE/s1600/IMG_2599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJbOnjrqI/AAAAAAAADB0/jx4F-eQc_kE/s320/IMG_2599.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;JULIE WAS THE WINNER! She had Baby Marley a couple weeks later- such a rockstar for being out and partying that close to her due date! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJqa0y_UI/AAAAAAAADB4/QwlCNkdozeA/s1600/IMG_2600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJqa0y_UI/AAAAAAAADB4/QwlCNkdozeA/s320/IMG_2600.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The four with the highest votes for tackiest.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJ3n6Z7xI/AAAAAAAADB8/nPZcrzPzIRY/s1600/IMG_2606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJ3n6Z7xI/AAAAAAAADB8/nPZcrzPzIRY/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJ6qvUCEI/AAAAAAAADCA/XUnQloh6vAw/s1600/IMG_2610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtJ6qvUCEI/AAAAAAAADCA/XUnQloh6vAw/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" width="320" /&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/4210534103266758197-3833644081703793478?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3833644081703793478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3833644081703793478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3833644081703793478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3833644081703793478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/tacky-sweater-party.html' title='Tacky Sweater Party...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TTtHYVSJKJI/AAAAAAAADBA/u0zlayDvFSk/s72-c/IMG_2570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-2022446488947752955</id><published>2011-01-07T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:48:00.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>Hi. My name is Sarah and I blog...once every three months or so that is. =) &lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was at my parents' house this year and it was lovely (as always). &lt;br /&gt;This year we had two new attendees: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Wilkins, my sister's fiancee. It feels like he's been part of the family for quite awhile and we're all very excited to have him for many more Thanksgivings to come. =)&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfRVYWbm4I/AAAAAAAAC_8/RUOSItSV-hg/s1600/tgiving+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfRVYWbm4I/AAAAAAAAC_8/RUOSItSV-hg/s320/tgiving+13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt and Liz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...And Stophy. Or Chris McCaffery, as those who haven't known him since he was a baby call him. He is our cousin and we all agreed that we wish we could just keep him for every holiday. Especially Jackson. Jackson was very impressed by Stoph's abilities to rake huge piles of leaves and then to hide in them,&amp;nbsp;as well as&amp;nbsp;his sword fighting. He was pretty devastated to learn that Stoph would not be coming to Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfUAwUmiRI/AAAAAAAADAA/Kzst3c72NzY/s1600/tgiving+14.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfUAwUmiRI/AAAAAAAADAA/Kzst3c72NzY/s320/tgiving+14.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stoph and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfU_axmdMI/AAAAAAAADAE/cDj-7-QmWaE/s1600/tgiving+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfU_axmdMI/AAAAAAAADAE/cDj-7-QmWaE/s320/tgiving+1.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the table. We had a gazillion people this year. I don't remember the exact number, but a lot. Becky and I set the table, but really we just put things where mom tells us to. Mom can out Martha Stewart Martha Stewart on Thanksgiving any year. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfVhWOaXhI/AAAAAAAADAI/9e7Fs40gUt0/s1600/tgiving+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfVhWOaXhI/AAAAAAAADAI/9e7Fs40gUt0/s320/tgiving+9.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfYPaXvVJI/AAAAAAAADAY/ebqqWtImO2k/s1600/tgiving+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfYPaXvVJI/AAAAAAAADAY/ebqqWtImO2k/s320/tgiving+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Beautiful Pierson Family: Danny, Anne, and my precious nephew, Luke.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfWMWzYTTI/AAAAAAAADAM/SaALjoma0yQ/s1600/148625_980953209803_6222734_50753056_5303161_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfWMWzYTTI/AAAAAAAADAM/SaALjoma0yQ/s320/148625_980953209803_6222734_50753056_5303161_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Stoph and Becky played football. Or at least did a great job of faking it for this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfXAIrlBvI/AAAAAAAADAQ/oDqu7uYmjr0/s1600/tgiving+7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfXAIrlBvI/AAAAAAAADAQ/oDqu7uYmjr0/s320/tgiving+7.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad made and then carved the turkey. He looked a little scary...uh, intense. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfbfbGyx9I/AAAAAAAADAk/kKBbGO0Kf-E/s1600/M%2526C.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfbfbGyx9I/AAAAAAAADAk/kKBbGO0Kf-E/s320/M%2526C.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, hey to my ADORABLE mom and baby Chase.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfb5nQqMlI/AAAAAAAADAo/HaY2v6sY0Wg/s1600/155165_1606848143165_1595029624_1391496_6688865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfb5nQqMlI/AAAAAAAADAo/HaY2v6sY0Wg/s320/155165_1606848143165_1595029624_1391496_6688865_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson, Chase, and Gigi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfcb_8yrLI/AAAAAAAADAs/yKJRrYk8qCs/s1600/tgiving+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfcb_8yrLI/AAAAAAAADAs/yKJRrYk8qCs/s320/tgiving+11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post dinner we had a rousing game of spoons. Just like the Murphy reunions of ole. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfc61lGeaI/AAAAAAAADAw/HN0MVolIjxI/s1600/tgiving+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfc61lGeaI/AAAAAAAADAw/HN0MVolIjxI/s320/tgiving+10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom was pretty excited about her win! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfa773DR6I/AAAAAAAADAg/u_P17qQMrK0/s1600/tgiving+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfa773DR6I/AAAAAAAADAg/u_P17qQMrK0/s320/tgiving+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby sister and I. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfdS5Cl2II/AAAAAAAADA0/sFNiAOU8IN0/s1600/tgiving+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfdS5Cl2II/AAAAAAAADA0/sFNiAOU8IN0/s320/tgiving+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad taking a pic from outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfdrfCsEEI/AAAAAAAADA4/9e3AMgh2ykE/s1600/tgiving+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfdrfCsEEI/AAAAAAAADA4/9e3AMgh2ykE/s320/tgiving+12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ending the night with sparklers and fireworks! Naturally. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a year that was easy to be thankful for. God has given us so very much and it's hard to imagine wanting anything more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-2022446488947752955?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2022446488947752955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=2022446488947752955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2022446488947752955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2022446488947752955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TSfRVYWbm4I/AAAAAAAAC_8/RUOSItSV-hg/s72-c/tgiving+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-6289548349829338691</id><published>2010-10-16T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:26:27.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy is ENGAGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLomcxFi_bI/AAAAAAAAC_s/PP2fxFTUrRA/s1600/pretty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLomcxFi_bI/AAAAAAAAC_s/PP2fxFTUrRA/s320/pretty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister, Liz just got engaged a few weeks back to her boyfriend, Matt! YAY! We're all very excited. Alan and I actually knew Matt before Liz did because he was involved with Young Life at Radford University when Alan was the area director. We love Matt. We were super excietd when they started dating. I was even there when Lizzy came back to our house after the first date and I got to see the super awkward conversation that transpired as they tried to figure out how to say goodbye, whether or not they were going to go on another date, etc. It was awesome. But it all worked out and we're looking so forward to having Matt become an OFFICIAL member of the family. He's been an unofficial member for quite awhile. ﻿﻿ CONGRATS, Liz and Matt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLofjKTstrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/RfmsVvHerog/s1600/Fall+2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLofjKTstrI/AAAAAAAAC_U/RfmsVvHerog/s320/Fall+2010+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The BLING! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLofYjSnIfI/AAAAAAAAC_I/wte3BIv5Zlc/s1600/Picture+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLofYjSnIfI/AAAAAAAAC_I/wte3BIv5Zlc/s320/Picture+024.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;RIGHT after they got back from him popping the question! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLofbwNpECI/AAAAAAAAC_M/qGJAQjUXnd0/s1600/Picture+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLofbwNpECI/AAAAAAAAC_M/qGJAQjUXnd0/s320/Picture+028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We MIGHT have known about it! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoffQB2iII/AAAAAAAAC_Q/OZKI1vcbDCg/s1600/Picture+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoffQB2iII/AAAAAAAAC_Q/OZKI1vcbDCg/s320/Picture+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling the story of how the proposal happened..."and then Liz saw a shiny bottle..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoi43tMH_I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/B3rpMW0U9Zg/s1600/hipster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoi43tMH_I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/B3rpMW0U9Zg/s320/hipster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hipster couple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLojgaqUx6I/AAAAAAAAC_g/NKEZSP9jtQk/s1600/winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLojgaqUx6I/AAAAAAAAC_g/NKEZSP9jtQk/s320/winter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt even makes Liz happy in the winter...it MUST be love. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-6289548349829338691?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6289548349829338691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=6289548349829338691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/6289548349829338691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/6289548349829338691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/lizzy-is-engaged.html' title='Lizzy is ENGAGED!!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLomcxFi_bI/AAAAAAAAC_s/PP2fxFTUrRA/s72-c/pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-2834146210949632124</id><published>2010-10-16T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:50:41.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson is FOUR!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my Jackson Ryan Janney. You are so much fun. You talk more than anyone I've ever known. Well, your dad would say that you talk as much as I do. =) You tell jokes&amp;nbsp;that make me laugh and some that make absolutely no sense at all...so I laugh at those, too. You are a sweet older brother to Chase and give him&amp;nbsp;hugs frequently and he adores you. You love to play with cars and line them all up for races. You also have acquired a collection of "bad guys" and&amp;nbsp;"superheroes" and they are frequently engaging in&amp;nbsp;intense battles. Your favorite movies are "The Cars Movie" and "Kung Fu Panda."&amp;nbsp;You still say "kank you" instead of thank you and&amp;nbsp;you still say "You got for to..." instead of "You forgot to." I love it when you mix those words up because&amp;nbsp;other than that, you are&amp;nbsp;an incredibly articulate little guy. You have quite the following&amp;nbsp;on my Facebook page because I often record the funny things you say and people love to read about your antics. You are a&amp;nbsp;snuggle bug. You hug me often and&amp;nbsp;say sweet things like "You are the best mommy in the whole wide world and I love you to Gigi and Gpa's house and back." I could never get tired of hearing that. You also love attention and I often&amp;nbsp;hear "Mommy! Look at THIS!" I do get tired of hearing that. ;-) You still&amp;nbsp;love to "kung fu" fight your dad and you also love&amp;nbsp;going on "night walks" with Dad. Sometimes you guys bring your flashlights and just explore, other times, Daddy wears a glove and ya'll bring a bag and do "trash walks" and&amp;nbsp;clean&amp;nbsp;up the neighborhood. Some&amp;nbsp;nights you two will lay on a blanket and look at stars and airplanes going over head. Gigi&amp;nbsp;told you that you both can see the same&amp;nbsp;moon when you see the moon and you somehow translated that to mean that Gigi can HEAR you on the moon so you've gotten&amp;nbsp;in the habit&amp;nbsp;of yelling VERY loudly, "GIGI!!! Can you&amp;nbsp;hear me!??!?!" when you see the moon. She didn't help&amp;nbsp;the situation by talking to you on the cell phone one night while you were&amp;nbsp;yelling at the moon and saying "Yes, I can&amp;nbsp;hear you!!" =) You love to sing songs, hear stories, tell stories, and be read stories at bed&amp;nbsp;time. You say the sweetest prayers that&amp;nbsp;I'm convinced must make God smile. You are&amp;nbsp;such a special, wonderful little boy and you bring joy to everyone who knows you, and everyone who meets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLocch196qI/AAAAAAAAC-4/lD-U3F4POHs/s1600/47a0d637b3127cce98548a17f78900000035100AcNmjly5ZM2bA%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLocch196qI/AAAAAAAAC-4/lD-U3F4POHs/s1600/47a0d637b3127cce98548a17f78900000035100AcNmjly5ZM2bA%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My smiley 4 year old! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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He went from being a walker who stumbled more often than he walked, to&amp;nbsp;a walker who ran more often than he walked. It was so exciting to see him take off. I think the soft sand landing gave him courage along with the carpeted condo. He was used to falling on our hard wood floors at home which was not a pleasant landing place. &lt;br /&gt;Here he is, taking off: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6edd51bb23a81135" 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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6edd51bb23a81135%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329870833%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D402ED543C36CB3961B73A97808483A0E31BA5F7C.471E94A15D89E1C39022C4BB486CBEC0C348EB05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6edd51bb23a81135%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9L9YbKfhS-gAF5EM_lHWuViGmg4&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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6edd51bb23a81135%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329870833%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D402ED543C36CB3961B73A97808483A0E31BA5F7C.471E94A15D89E1C39022C4BB486CBEC0C348EB05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6edd51bb23a81135%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9L9YbKfhS-gAF5EM_lHWuViGmg4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8626171213221008873?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8626171213221008873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8626171213221008873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8626171213221008873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8626171213221008873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/chase-took-off.html' title='Chase took off...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-6406306602624594412</id><published>2010-10-16T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:51:51.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of our beach trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it's October. What better time to write my blog post from our beach vacation, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;Here's a collage of pics with captions of the rest of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few pics are from Broadway on the Beach. Alan's mom stayed home with Chase that night. We didn't just choose to exclude them from all the pictures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_hXaVtZWI/AAAAAAAAC7g/FbGAVywYedk/s320/Myrtle+Beach+007.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to play Putt-putt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_hXaVtZWI/AAAAAAAAC7g/FbGAVywYedk/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_h728Tc5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/G7OVX2eOqZo/s320/Myrtle+Beach+012.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deep in concentration.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_h728Tc5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/G7OVX2eOqZo/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_h728Tc5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/G7OVX2eOqZo/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_i8vtOnyI/AAAAAAAAC7o/d8b0_A7USsg/s320/Myrtle+Beach+015.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOLE IN ONE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_i8vtOnyI/AAAAAAAAC7o/d8b0_A7USsg/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_jUz6X5VI/AAAAAAAAC7s/dNxWy_7EbXA/s320/Myrtle+Beach+010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fire Breathing Dragon came out...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_jUz6X5VI/AAAAAAAAC7s/dNxWy_7EbXA/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_jxC2DYoI/AAAAAAAAC7w/KVky2XHdvQU/s320/Myrtle+Beach+008.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson hiding from the fire breathing dragon...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_jxC2DYoI/AAAAAAAAC7w/KVky2XHdvQU/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_lF7UQ3nI/AAAAAAAAC70/_OQn6uJUWV0/s320/Myrtle+Beach+009.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And running away from the dragon as the fire comes out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_lF7UQ3nI/AAAAAAAAC70/_OQn6uJUWV0/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_lhlt3HRI/AAAAAAAAC74/6ovIyAXOeRY/s320/Myrtle+Beach+014.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father and son.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_lhlt3HRI/AAAAAAAAC74/6ovIyAXOeRY/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_l3oFt5cI/AAAAAAAAC78/lGvDCkl1_JE/s320/Myrtle+Beach+020.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this boy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_l3oFt5cI/AAAAAAAAC78/lGvDCkl1_JE/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_mdH0HRNI/AAAAAAAAC8A/N2UXp-0RfH0/s320/Myrtle+Beach+017.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan, Jackson, and I. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_mdH0HRNI/AAAAAAAAC8A/N2UXp-0RfH0/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_mz7990GI/AAAAAAAAC8E/J5wBQirfPj0/s320/Myrtle+Beach+022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan and Jackson.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_mz7990GI/AAAAAAAAC8E/J5wBQirfPj0/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_ne2tmeVI/AAAAAAAAC8I/vEfe-gUKcD4/s320/Myrtle+Beach+025.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson riding his motorcycle.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoFxuDz0mI/AAAAAAAAC8M/CAIO5XgvqBA/s1600/Myrtle+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoFxuDz0mI/AAAAAAAAC8M/CAIO5XgvqBA/s320/Myrtle+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of the aquarium.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoFzgTP26I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/4mfvvxWskZs/s1600/Myrtle+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoFzgTP26I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/4mfvvxWskZs/s320/Myrtle+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiles.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF2KTvrCI/AAAAAAAAC8U/nOhEFiiXz1I/s1600/Myrtle+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF2KTvrCI/AAAAAAAAC8U/nOhEFiiXz1I/s320/Myrtle+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I LOVE THE BEACH!" (he said it with his eyes).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF6K1TPuI/AAAAAAAAC8c/U9g9SfiPUnE/s1600/Myrtle+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF6K1TPuI/AAAAAAAAC8c/U9g9SfiPUnE/s320/Myrtle+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson playing in the founatins at night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF7wZeFxI/AAAAAAAAC8g/MJgKPRXELLk/s1600/Myrtle+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF7wZeFxI/AAAAAAAAC8g/MJgKPRXELLk/s320/Myrtle+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"HI MOM!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF-7lZICI/AAAAAAAAC8k/Dk8RWc3lMO4/s1600/Myrtle+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoF-7lZICI/AAAAAAAAC8k/Dk8RWc3lMO4/s320/Myrtle+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys in action.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGBk8L1FI/AAAAAAAAC8o/l8caYe_Q5FI/s1600/Myrtle+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGBk8L1FI/AAAAAAAAC8o/l8caYe_Q5FI/s320/Myrtle+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love watching them play together. Total bff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGFJDS6oI/AAAAAAAAC8s/nNpbgvh4huc/s1600/Myrtle+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGFJDS6oI/AAAAAAAAC8s/nNpbgvh4huc/s320/Myrtle+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy river...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGH9BsJmI/AAAAAAAAC8w/wK9IfzmQ9XQ/s1600/Myrtle+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGH9BsJmI/AAAAAAAAC8w/wK9IfzmQ9XQ/s320/Myrtle+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan enjoying the lazy river with out children.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGLdgnFDI/AAAAAAAAC80/zE3b1OYOaJQ/s1600/Myrtle+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGLdgnFDI/AAAAAAAAC80/zE3b1OYOaJQ/s320/Myrtle+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way the lazy river looks with kids...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGQJA6hyI/AAAAAAAAC84/uFqDRez4nTQ/s1600/Myrtle+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGQJA6hyI/AAAAAAAAC84/uFqDRez4nTQ/s320/Myrtle+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snuggle bugs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGSjTTboI/AAAAAAAAC88/b1Ox9PuAL0g/s1600/Myrtle+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGSjTTboI/AAAAAAAAC88/b1Ox9PuAL0g/s320/Myrtle+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan and Chase walking the lazy river.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGUjr9WPI/AAAAAAAAC9A/E9sYQ_pGsO8/s1600/Myrtle+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGUjr9WPI/AAAAAAAAC9A/E9sYQ_pGsO8/s320/Myrtle+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan and Jackson in the pool.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGXClqMmI/AAAAAAAAC9E/-YMMnMyy6Jg/s1600/Myrtle+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGXClqMmI/AAAAAAAAC9E/-YMMnMyy6Jg/s320/Myrtle+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family picture time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGaDnkVgI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Y6pzXPTkvhs/s1600/Myrtle+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGaDnkVgI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Y6pzXPTkvhs/s320/Myrtle+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The whole Janney family on our 4th annual beach vacation. =)\&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGexpxLjI/AAAAAAAAC9M/BRdqikV24t0/s1600/Myrtle+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGexpxLjI/AAAAAAAAC9M/BRdqikV24t0/s320/Myrtle+018.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa and Nana with their grandkids.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGhGV1aXI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/I31ZntUlZoM/s1600/Myrtle+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGhGV1aXI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/I31ZntUlZoM/s320/Myrtle+020.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Beach!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGihNTFhI/AAAAAAAAC9U/n0ALSywQ0IE/s1600/Myrtle+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TLoGihNTFhI/AAAAAAAAC9U/n0ALSywQ0IE/s320/Myrtle+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely siblings. =) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TK_ne2tmeVI/AAAAAAAAC8I/vEfe-gUKcD4/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; 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I'm sitting in the lovely lobby staring out at the ocean with the scent of coffee wafting from the ice cream/coffee shop in here and getting on my computer for the first time since I've been here. I haven't missed it either. :) I've been a bit of a slacker on the picture taking (I know, what else is new?) but I've been busy doing things like playing in the waves, swimming in the lazy river, and eating insane amounts of crab legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: We arrived at the  beach around 4:00 after a drive that went by REALLY fast this year. It  was 6ish hours but the boys were angels and there wasn't any traffic.  YAY! We got to the lovely Sea Watch Resort which we loooove. We stayed  here last year as well. We checked in, unpacked a little, and got out to  the beach as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWZQtYIMKI/AAAAAAAAC48/j5lFXJAxwrE/s1600/12D01AF0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWZQtYIMKI/AAAAAAAAC48/j5lFXJAxwrE/s320/12D01AF0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loved the sand.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWZTmkQEgI/AAAAAAAAC5E/a5pFkJ9CeYw/s1600/E13FA8A5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWZTmkQEgI/AAAAAAAAC5E/a5pFkJ9CeYw/s320/E13FA8A5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson tried to fight the waves. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Chase and Jackson  absolutely adored the beach. It was so nice to discover that they are  both at the age where they are completely fascinated and entertained by  the sand and the waves. Chase sat contentedly with his bucket and shovel  for the longest time digging in the sand. Jackson ran in and out of the  waves like a wild man.&lt;br /&gt;We switched over to the lazy river for  awhile and eventually headed upstairs to eat dinner (PIZZA!). We were  all pretty exhausted and I went to bed not much later than the little  guys that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was  Debbie (my mother in law)'s birthday! We ate a yummy breakfast and I  spent some alone time with my coffee out on our balcony with this view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFXQg9PJCxI/AAAAAAAAC7A/GTgOTZl91oU/s1600/CB755F9A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFXQg9PJCxI/AAAAAAAAC7A/GTgOTZl91oU/s320/CB755F9A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  we got the boys ready and headed out for a long day of the pool and the  beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWbo6D-t3I/AAAAAAAAC5M/h5bzdf7Xjmw/s1600/F7A8DB10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWbo6D-t3I/AAAAAAAAC5M/h5bzdf7Xjmw/s320/F7A8DB10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boogie boarding (ish).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWb7bQxObI/AAAAAAAAC5c/_WtaC-rZRwM/s1600/790F9E98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWb7bQxObI/AAAAAAAAC5c/_WtaC-rZRwM/s320/790F9E98.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy boys. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWbsbTzUmI/AAAAAAAAC5U/o1kd9otV7ME/s1600/9CEE3D87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWbsbTzUmI/AAAAAAAAC5U/o1kd9otV7ME/s320/9CEE3D87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming back from swimming in the waves. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWc0IsCeOI/AAAAAAAAC5w/npsaKH8Thog/s1600/805189C9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWc0IsCeOI/AAAAAAAAC5w/npsaKH8Thog/s320/805189C9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUCH a smiley boy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been wicked hot in Virginia the last few weeks so I kind of  expected the beach to be hotter (given it's closer proximity to the  equator and higher humidity levels). The weather has been gorgeous  though. It's been sunny, breezy, and perfect. After Alan and I put the  boys down for a nap I went back out and read for an hour until an older  gentleman tapped me on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, ma'am. There is a giant  storm headed this way. You really might want to head inside." I looked  behind me to see that the sky had turned into a giant, almost black wall  and looked around to see that there was no longer anyone in the ocean. I  hurried inside and then sat outside on the deck as an epic storm came  in. I love storms at the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWdQ5ohr0I/AAAAAAAAC54/OEJHQYrGKQo/s1600/EB11B5F9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWdQ5ohr0I/AAAAAAAAC54/OEJHQYrGKQo/s320/EB11B5F9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Epic storm. The whole beach cleared out so you know it was epic. I also apparently love the word epic. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to an AMAZING seafood  restaurant for Debbie's birthday. It was very elegant and VERY  delicious. Jackson thought he had died and gone to heaven when he saw  the dessert selection. Chase out ate all of us...as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;: We did the usual. Breakfast,  beach, pool, lunch on the beach, more pool, nap time. Interesting fact  about vacationing with two young children- it's not so relaxing. Last  year was actually more difficult in a lot of ways because Chase  was only 6 weeks old and had to be fed every few hours. He still would  like us to believe that's the case, but it's not. He also was up at 6:00 most mornings but then would go back to bed for a couple hours. The boys are usually  awake by 7:00 which means we are too. Our days of sleeping in on  vacation are over for awhile which I don't mind so much. Something about  waking up to the ocean and an impending day of fun makes it okay. Alan  is less than okay with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWduzHQSPI/AAAAAAAAC6A/Oh_dtpuFf2Q/s1600/A42A05E1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWduzHQSPI/AAAAAAAAC6A/Oh_dtpuFf2Q/s320/A42A05E1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan's morning face.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then the day consists of chasing two very active children in  and out of the ocean. It's not relaxing in the way vacations were when  it was just Alan and I and we'd sit on the beach in our beach chairs  reading with our feet in the water drinking Pina Colodas. However, it is  relaxing in other ways. It's so nice to know that a housekeeper is  going to do all the cleaning for me, so awesome to not have to plan out  and cook healthy meals, and most of all, I love that our main goal every  day is to have FUN together as a family. There are so many smiles and  so much laughter through out the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWeIKzeGGI/AAAAAAAAC6I/EZ27QEPOPAg/s1600/69D414AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWeIKzeGGI/AAAAAAAAC6I/EZ27QEPOPAg/s320/69D414AA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pool time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWeOGJyfsI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/wOVGXf3EFgA/s1600/CE04882D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWeOGJyfsI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/wOVGXf3EFgA/s320/CE04882D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson loved the waves...unless they knocked him over at which point he'd yell at them and kick them. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I walked to the  Pier and back during their nap which was fun. It's so interesting to  people watch at the beach. Such an interesting mix of people. That night  we had a relaxing night in followed by a night swim and ice cream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Today began  with the hotel breakfast buffet. OH MY GOSH. Chefs made omelets  and Belgium waffles, sausage, bacon, fresh fruit, yummy coffee, and  everything else you can think of that a good breakfast consists of. Then  it was off to the BEACH. Today Jackson finally got brave and went into  the waves with Alan and I. We went pretty deep and spent a long time  jumping over waves. That's one of my favorite parts of the beach even  though every other thought is questioning how long until a shark bites  me. The boys are napping and we're off to dinner and Putt-putt after nap  time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This may sound  cheesy, but I have gone to sleep smiling every night since we've been  here and...(Becky, you'll appreciate this) the Taylor Swift song "Today  Was a Fairytale" plays in my head. I can't help it! It does. The ocean  is a peaceful place for me. Despite the people and the music and the  other distractions, the sound of the ocean drowns out everything else  and it's so soothing. The evening walks on the beach when the crowds  have cleared out and the sky has taken on a golden hue and it reflects  in the sand and the waves is my&amp;nbsp; very favorite time of the day here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWe0rkuQ2I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/gBooJy0gt1w/s1600/EA51EC92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWe0rkuQ2I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/gBooJy0gt1w/s320/EA51EC92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan, Chase, and Jackson on our night walk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWfJfQI82I/AAAAAAAAC6w/9wW4v6XW_2Y/s1600/573CE395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWfJfQI82I/AAAAAAAAC6w/9wW4v6XW_2Y/s320/573CE395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan and Jackson striking their "manly pose"despite the sling Alan's wearing. Chasey holding on for dear life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWfDjVioZI/AAAAAAAAC6o/f7naOwbn47g/s1600/759CC9AD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWfDjVioZI/AAAAAAAAC6o/f7naOwbn47g/s320/759CC9AD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snuggly, sweet Chase.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;..The night of day 4 after the boys were in bed, Alan and I went out  and got drinks from the Tiki bar and sat on the beach watching the ocean  and some beautiful lightning that was sort of a reddish color behind  the clouds. We talked about the vacation and how grateful we were that  we have in-laws who are so generous and give us the opportunity to take a  vacation that we wouldn't have had otherwise. We know it's a blessing a  lot of people don't have and don't take it for granted at all. It was  fun spending some alone time with Alan. That's rare these days.&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWiPfoTyiI/AAAAAAAAC64/Xc-NMXXQMJI/s1600/284BEC1A.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWiPfoTyiI/AAAAAAAAC64/Xc-NMXXQMJI/s320/284BEC1A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson took this pic of us. I love my husband a lot. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-4403012623312062881?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4403012623312062881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=4403012623312062881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4403012623312062881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4403012623312062881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-2010-part-one.html' title='Beach 2010- Part One'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TFWZQtYIMKI/AAAAAAAAC48/j5lFXJAxwrE/s72-c/12D01AF0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5241718602876443891</id><published>2010-07-23T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:17:56.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July...</title><content type='html'>We headed up to NoVa for the 4th and had a wonderful time (of course!). I actually left a few days earlier (sans kids and husband) and went up to spend some quality time with my sister, brother-in-law and nephew in Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoAaEt6ruI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ijoXJ1EH9c0/s1600/IMG_3742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoAaEt6ruI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ijoXJ1EH9c0/s320/IMG_3742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke and I at story time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoBEBgJaLI/AAAAAAAAC2c/H218CqvnnNQ/s1600/IMG_3744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoBEBgJaLI/AAAAAAAAC2c/H218CqvnnNQ/s320/IMG_3744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then I spent a couple days with my parents and two other sisters. It was amazing. It's impossible to describe to people who don't have kids what a few days with out kids are like. For four days, instead of waking up to a 3 year old in my face whispering loudly "WAKE UP, MOMMY!!!", I woke up when I wanted to. One morning I woke up and went running with my youngest sister and then went kayaking with my mom in the lake for a couple hours. At meal time, instead of feeding a ravenously hungry one year (seriously- his appetite is insatiable) and a picky 3 year old, I just fed myself. I could drink my coffee slowly in the mornings and not worry about whether or not Chase was going to knock it over. My schedule was my own. I could go where I wanted to when I wanted to and not worry about how that affected nap time. I went to see Eclipse (what!? I'm not ashamed of it. Loved it!) with all of my sisters and my mom one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoC0B5h-7I/AAAAAAAAC2k/3Z9UpxujNz4/s1600/35868_1424929315308_1595029624_1010330_4974064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoC0B5h-7I/AAAAAAAAC2k/3Z9UpxujNz4/s320/35868_1424929315308_1595029624_1010330_4974064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-Eclipse sister pic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I went to Starbucks one day and drank an iced coffee slowly while reading a magazine while sitting outside and stayed as long as I wanted to. I got to hang out with my parents and sisters and have conversations that weren't interrupted on a regular basis by "Know what, Gigi!?" or "Gpa, look what I can do!" It was glorious. =) All of that to say...I was so excited when Alan came with the boys! I was actually pacing by the glass front door waiting for them and really savored the hugs and snuggles I got when they arrived. I loved the time with out them and felt very refreshed by it, but there is nothing I love more than being with my husband and kids.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...it's hard to resist these faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEvO5ZZ5I/AAAAAAAAC3M/0CXnXIiyxWw/s1600/35868_1424929475312_1595029624_1010331_5349091_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEvO5ZZ5I/AAAAAAAAC3M/0CXnXIiyxWw/s320/35868_1424929475312_1595029624_1010331_5349091_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoE-j1Xr8I/AAAAAAAAC4E/wYsQwji2Uzk/s1600/36878_1425429247806_1595029624_1011513_3181276_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoE-j1Xr8I/AAAAAAAAC4E/wYsQwji2Uzk/s320/36878_1425429247806_1595029624_1011513_3181276_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My youngest sister, Becky wasn't there for the 4th festivities and we missed her a lot, but we managed to still have fun somehow. =) We did the usual stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEx06PaKI/AAAAAAAAC3U/FB8XuCU4zYc/s1600/35868_1424929675317_1595029624_1010333_6208564_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEx06PaKI/AAAAAAAAC3U/FB8XuCU4zYc/s320/35868_1424929675317_1595029624_1010333_6208564_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad did the grilling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEpncMtSI/AAAAAAAAC20/ou8v6GCrzdI/s1600/34312_1425433487912_1595029624_1011523_5515341_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEpncMtSI/AAAAAAAAC20/ou8v6GCrzdI/s320/34312_1425433487912_1595029624_1011523_5515341_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate yummy food!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEoo04CkI/AAAAAAAAC2s/-Bs28ibSCp4/s1600/34183_1424937035501_1595029624_1010348_4789694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEoo04CkI/AAAAAAAAC2s/-Bs28ibSCp4/s320/34183_1424937035501_1595029624_1010348_4789694_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke was really cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoErBRCigI/AAAAAAAAC28/fq3haOJnUs0/s1600/34515_1425415327458_1595029624_1011458_635376_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoErBRCigI/AAAAAAAAC28/fq3haOJnUs0/s320/34515_1425415327458_1595029624_1011458_635376_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys hung out and talked about crazy the Blecksmiths are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEy6va6hI/AAAAAAAAC3c/vJE0_76xE7A/s1600/35868_1424929795320_1595029624_1010334_72217_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEy6va6hI/AAAAAAAAC3c/vJE0_76xE7A/s320/35868_1424929795320_1595029624_1010334_72217_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lizzy and Matt decorated the pear salad. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoE8SZHcZI/AAAAAAAAC38/2PrtCRrfAKw/s1600/36377_1425413127403_1595029624_1011445_4175962_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoE8SZHcZI/AAAAAAAAC38/2PrtCRrfAKw/s320/36377_1425413127403_1595029624_1011445_4175962_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase practiced his walking.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoFBF6qpSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/C2t8eZJ6wfw/s1600/36424_1425445848221_1595029624_1011546_5024978_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoFBF6qpSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/C2t8eZJ6wfw/s320/36424_1425445848221_1595029624_1011546_5024978_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoFDo7KY9I/AAAAAAAAC4U/YFZgLBlYmeM/s1600/36424_1425445808220_1595029624_1011545_6815681_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoFDo7KY9I/AAAAAAAAC4U/YFZgLBlYmeM/s320/36424_1425445808220_1595029624_1011545_6815681_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Mom were the best hosts in the world. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEtqu7DlI/AAAAAAAAC3E/2ux4T6I9gmU/s1600/35060_1425417247506_1595029624_1011462_6368715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoEtqu7DlI/AAAAAAAAC3E/2ux4T6I9gmU/s320/35060_1425417247506_1595029624_1011462_6368715_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed over to the golf course to watch fireworks over the lake. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoGqRlPCFI/AAAAAAAAC4c/3diIamnIbI8/s1600/36237_1425430527838_1595029624_1011516_7804907_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoGqRlPCFI/AAAAAAAAC4c/3diIamnIbI8/s320/36237_1425430527838_1595029624_1011516_7804907_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaand we set off a few of our own. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5241718602876443891?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5241718602876443891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5241718602876443891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5241718602876443891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5241718602876443891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEoAaEt6ruI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ijoXJ1EH9c0/s72-c/IMG_3742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5547387984108550701</id><published>2010-07-23T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:28:09.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's Birthday Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a brief glimpse of Chase's party and guests. He had so much fun being the center of attention (those moments are a little hard to come by when you're the second child).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnsDcjgriI/AAAAAAAACz8/kLZwIPGGZgQ/s1600/IMG_3600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnsDcjgriI/AAAAAAAACz8/kLZwIPGGZgQ/s320/IMG_3600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very happy birthday boy riding his new present!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnpuYXhdUI/AAAAAAAACzk/pOmbyaHMyGM/s1600/IMG_3548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnpuYXhdUI/AAAAAAAACzk/pOmbyaHMyGM/s320/IMG_3548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awkward picture of Alan and I displaying the decorations! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnqKcatleI/AAAAAAAACzs/ST0j73aYoNE/s1600/IMG_3556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnqKcatleI/AAAAAAAACzs/ST0j73aYoNE/s320/IMG_3556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa, Nana, and Chasey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnq6PSURpI/AAAAAAAACz0/_3hrz4abUEY/s1600/IMG_3557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnq6PSURpI/AAAAAAAACz0/_3hrz4abUEY/s320/IMG_3557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fabulous Mom and I!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnsutvchwI/AAAAAAAAC0E/CkPrcUs67Z4/s1600/IMG_3561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnsutvchwI/AAAAAAAAC0E/CkPrcUs67Z4/s320/IMG_3561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Anne and my adorable nephew, Luke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEntYX-jJfI/AAAAAAAAC0M/hMahprTGrOw/s1600/IMG_3581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEntYX-jJfI/AAAAAAAAC0M/hMahprTGrOw/s320/IMG_3581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase's Nana and his Gigi sitting at the kid's table. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnt2ydIK4I/AAAAAAAAC0U/oWdH3ww8muo/s1600/IMG_3583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnt2ydIK4I/AAAAAAAAC0U/oWdH3ww8muo/s320/IMG_3583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase demanding his cake!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnuG_XDPBI/AAAAAAAAC0c/i0zjXM9pyi0/s1600/IMG_3587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnuG_XDPBI/AAAAAAAAC0c/i0zjXM9pyi0/s320/IMG_3587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look at my cake!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnue8_eAfI/AAAAAAAAC0k/rpNx9FXYYqc/s1600/IMG_3590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnue8_eAfI/AAAAAAAAC0k/rpNx9FXYYqc/s320/IMG_3590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He finished every bite. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And now a run down of the guest list:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnu-kBdbtI/AAAAAAAAC0s/7NZNtD8fjU0/s1600/IMG_3565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnu-kBdbtI/AAAAAAAAC0s/7NZNtD8fjU0/s320/IMG_3565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Annie and baby Chase.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnvYmheHuI/AAAAAAAAC00/7UrWLBzMWNM/s1600/IMG_3606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnvYmheHuI/AAAAAAAAC00/7UrWLBzMWNM/s320/IMG_3606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gpa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnvrwGiloI/AAAAAAAAC08/MRu4ts1ehRU/s1600/IMG_3575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnvrwGiloI/AAAAAAAAC08/MRu4ts1ehRU/s320/IMG_3575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Megan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnwFpAe8nI/AAAAAAAAC1E/eslhmkWGaSA/s1600/IMG_3569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnwFpAe8nI/AAAAAAAAC1E/eslhmkWGaSA/s320/IMG_3569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Liz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnwazWGj0I/AAAAAAAAC1M/JUL5_Q7_Cag/s1600/IMG_3571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnwazWGj0I/AAAAAAAAC1M/JUL5_Q7_Cag/s320/IMG_3571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Becky. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnwzQck8XI/AAAAAAAAC1U/0SpS0lTP8tI/s1600/IMG_3566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnwzQck8XI/AAAAAAAAC1U/0SpS0lTP8tI/s320/IMG_3566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnxGPN40YI/AAAAAAAAC1c/ChB5D_CvWT0/s1600/IMG_3576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnxGPN40YI/AAAAAAAAC1c/ChB5D_CvWT0/s320/IMG_3576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnxnWb2vQI/AAAAAAAAC1k/LWpiRg_B-dk/s1600/IMG_3579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnxnWb2vQI/AAAAAAAAC1k/LWpiRg_B-dk/s320/IMG_3579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnyP6RoOfI/AAAAAAAAC1s/bBIbCJSw67E/s1600/IMG_3613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnyP6RoOfI/AAAAAAAAC1s/bBIbCJSw67E/s320/IMG_3613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnzDOEVB3I/AAAAAAAAC10/DNSELO4mWVg/s1600/IMG_3573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnzDOEVB3I/AAAAAAAAC10/DNSELO4mWVg/s320/IMG_3573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnzf0ya43I/AAAAAAAAC18/JuWkB2V7Ytg/s1600/IMG_3614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnzf0ya43I/AAAAAAAAC18/JuWkB2V7Ytg/s320/IMG_3614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Granny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnz7MB9m0I/AAAAAAAAC2E/_MtdpxzGVoE/s1600/IMG_3604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnz7MB9m0I/AAAAAAAAC2E/_MtdpxzGVoE/s320/IMG_3604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last, but not least, his brother Jackson (showing off his new FBI action set because he wants to be an agent someday like his Gpa).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a really special day and Chase had a blast. We decided just to invite family this year because I remember Jackson (who was very social) being somewhat overwhelmed on his first birthday and also because even "just family" adds up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5547387984108550701?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5547387984108550701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5547387984108550701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5547387984108550701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5547387984108550701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/chases-birthday-party.html' title='Chase&apos;s Birthday Party...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TEnsDcjgriI/AAAAAAAACz8/kLZwIPGGZgQ/s72-c/IMG_3600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3675668559992682333</id><published>2010-06-22T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:45:17.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase Andrew is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QvK4Dl_fh7OhGI6YQv_HPg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Skl-713urTI/AAAAAAAAB-s/AmW0rijuJmw/s400/IMG_1971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet baby boy, Chase Andrew turned one on May 25th. I feel like I should say that I don't know where that year went and how I can't believe he is one. But most days I feel like the year lasted just the right amount of time and I know know exactly where it went. It was a wonderful and full year. We jokingly call him Neglected Number Two sometimes, but he is anything but. He has been cherished and enjoyed by us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the snuggly and (sometimes) sleepy newborn stage just long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nLJZwGiK-nfj1ubtXOtr3Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Skl-7-WzoRI/AAAAAAAAB-0/ocVQOrxLNbQ/s400/IMG_2025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the alert, smiling, cooing stage for just the right amount of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wDBcTnAPiRQ8xHHQxIPwpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptDvVMO-_I/AAAAAAAACTA/8L8E-H0RUHw/s400/IMG_2384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he discovered he had toes and fingers and was fascinated by those for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EC_T4R1MwnDbOzPe5DWtyQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKeqTQq9aI/AAAAAAAACUc/KMH0Qtucxc8/s400/7326_1165411667529_1595029624_417554_2984869_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He realized that his brother was his best friend and I hope that's a stage that never ends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEY7gaeLBI/AAAAAAAACyw/ofXKFc5-0Fc/s1600/IMG_3026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEY7gaeLBI/AAAAAAAACyw/ofXKFc5-0Fc/s320/IMG_3026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He learned to crawl and to explore his world and which has been exciting to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEZbASLvQI/AAAAAAAACy4/GFmvQmO_O7o/s1600/IMG_3182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEZbASLvQI/AAAAAAAACy4/GFmvQmO_O7o/s320/IMG_3182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now Chase is at the adorable stage where he talks and laughs and imitates and purposefully snuggles and gives out kisses and so much more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEawx8XFVI/AAAAAAAACzA/7OeWm7FmIv4/s1600/IMG_3110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEawx8XFVI/AAAAAAAACzA/7OeWm7FmIv4/s320/IMG_3110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward to every stage and every day with my wonderful, one year old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xR17sieNpag5N8DTEoRKcw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEgfkbSnJI/AAAAAAAACzU/vN1Qyp4URzc/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Summer2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Summer 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3675668559992682333?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3675668559992682333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3675668559992682333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3675668559992682333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3675668559992682333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/chase-andrew-is-one.html' title='Chase Andrew is ONE!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Skl-713urTI/AAAAAAAAB-s/AmW0rijuJmw/s72-c/IMG_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1131599363348229074</id><published>2010-06-22T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:04:50.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy's Graduation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God blessed me with three younger sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEB6iLRLGI/AAAAAAAACxw/YbPqEsVoUII/s1600/IMG_3484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEB6iLRLGI/AAAAAAAACxw/YbPqEsVoUII/s320/IMG_3484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our mom is also one of the girls, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TBLuj_gL4uI/AAAAAAAACwk/WWY1w67XYVw/s1600/IMG_3507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TBLuj_gL4uI/AAAAAAAACwk/WWY1w67XYVw/s320/IMG_3507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad does a great job of putting up with us... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TBLwH3OvcnI/AAAAAAAACws/2_q75PWx2cs/s1600/IMG_3540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TBLwH3OvcnI/AAAAAAAACws/2_q75PWx2cs/s320/IMG_3540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but was pretty glad when the grandsons and son-in-laws started joining the ranks of our family. Now he has people to watch sporting events with and to talk about non-girly topics with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCD8xkP_NEI/AAAAAAAACw8/AvuSw9YBXDw/s1600/IMG_3487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCD8xkP_NEI/AAAAAAAACw8/AvuSw9YBXDw/s320/IMG_3487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a matter of fact, the boys now outnumber the girls in our family because of the husbands, boyfriends, and the baby boys. Who'd have thought it!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s9BBxRxURGfTvyhgA26LUg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEA9Ax9jwI/AAAAAAAACxg/QRPHDFHelmc/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Summer2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Summer 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad with Jackson, Chase, and Luke.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister, Liz recently graduated from Virginia Tech with her degree in Horticulture and we were all on hand to celebrate with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEHG5lDyjI/AAAAAAAACyQ/VcNcR5YyOCY/s1600/IMG_3460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEHG5lDyjI/AAAAAAAACyQ/VcNcR5YyOCY/s320/IMG_3460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My adorable nephew Luke and my mom before Liz's ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCD8fsb4w8I/AAAAAAAACw0/yAO_85CNh2I/s1600/IMG_3476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCD8fsb4w8I/AAAAAAAACw0/yAO_85CNh2I/s320/IMG_3476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz and Jackson post graduation ceremony- she DID it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz graduated in four years with a very high GPA and worked her little booty off. We're incredibly proud of her and her achievements and look forward to seeing the fabulous things that she'll do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We continued with a weekend of typical Blecksmith family shenanigans. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEEVClLabI/AAAAAAAACx4/6snvGkgc0Uo/s1600/IMG_3501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEEVClLabI/AAAAAAAACx4/6snvGkgc0Uo/s320/IMG_3501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of laughing on my porch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEFLBpawEI/AAAAAAAACyA/zWJg2nVnIEU/s1600/IMG_3531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEFLBpawEI/AAAAAAAACyA/zWJg2nVnIEU/s320/IMG_3531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little bit of this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEFsLMvvBI/AAAAAAAACyI/6eHHY3AUGZc/s1600/IMG_3546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEFsLMvvBI/AAAAAAAACyI/6eHHY3AUGZc/s320/IMG_3546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tutorial on the show Glee followed by a Glee spree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love family time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1131599363348229074?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1131599363348229074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1131599363348229074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1131599363348229074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1131599363348229074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/lizzys-graduation.html' title='Lizzy&apos;s Graduation...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/TCEB6iLRLGI/AAAAAAAACxw/YbPqEsVoUII/s72-c/IMG_3484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-112963633042745903</id><published>2010-05-08T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:22:55.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spring Break...</title><content type='html'>Life is CRAZY busy right now! I realized at the end of April that every single weekend in May was already booked with one thing or another. All very fun things like dinner parties, graduation parties, birthday parties, cook-outs, etc. So, needless to say, my blogging has suffered. It's better that my blog life suffer rather than my social life, I guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pics from our trip up to NoVa. I will try to be better about taking pictures and documenting all the fun things going on in my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WqsEHjT8I/AAAAAAAACvU/TJptmmnlLb8/s1600/IMG_0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WqsEHjT8I/AAAAAAAACvU/TJptmmnlLb8/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson and Chase waiting for breakfast being served by Gigi. I'm not sure there are many words better than "I'll take them! You go back to bed and get some more sleep." Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WtK0YrT_I/AAAAAAAACvc/M-B_tkZ4vxQ/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" tt="true" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The water was cold, but the day was hot, so West Beach was pretty much perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-Wttvx-PyI/AAAAAAAACvk/A95daBntwls/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-Wttvx-PyI/AAAAAAAACvk/A95daBntwls/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Could my nephew BE any cuter!? Love that Lukey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WubmbzP0I/AAAAAAAACvs/96aHTGDDX8I/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WubmbzP0I/AAAAAAAACvs/96aHTGDDX8I/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The face of contentment. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WuxXrGH8I/AAAAAAAACv0/d2w9Qq4o0rk/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WuxXrGH8I/AAAAAAAACv0/d2w9Qq4o0rk/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase contemplating how much sand to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-Wvza5OXfI/AAAAAAAACv8/7qnwmyo5h5o/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-Wvza5OXfI/AAAAAAAACv8/7qnwmyo5h5o/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WwCrndzhI/AAAAAAAACwE/f0c0EGxB3HM/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WwCrndzhI/AAAAAAAACwE/f0c0EGxB3HM/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annie with Chase and Lukey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WwyRlb08I/AAAAAAAACwM/ZKluZL37SME/s1600/IMG_0493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WwyRlb08I/AAAAAAAACwM/ZKluZL37SME/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase getting ready to watch some putt-putt (please note his black eye- see last post). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WxeF29JtI/AAAAAAAACwU/gbfiNNISxWA/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WxeF29JtI/AAAAAAAACwU/gbfiNNISxWA/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad teaching Jackson how to golf. Alan and I stayed home and were pretty sure putt-putt was going to be a disaster. Turns out, Jackson got TWO hole in ones! He's a natural apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WyA9OBWQI/AAAAAAAACwc/KBSAtX1GbNc/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WyA9OBWQI/AAAAAAAACwc/KBSAtX1GbNc/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the driving range where my parents said he got in some rather impressive shots which means he is better than his mom at the driving range. I usually make contact with the ball&amp;nbsp; every third time I try to hit. He's a Tiger Woods in the making. Er...but not a total skeaze like Tiger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures to come of more recent events once I take more pictures... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-112963633042745903?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/112963633042745903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=112963633042745903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/112963633042745903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/112963633042745903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-spring-break.html' title='More Spring Break...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S-WqsEHjT8I/AAAAAAAACvU/TJptmmnlLb8/s72-c/IMG_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-299104141463893233</id><published>2010-04-21T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:18:11.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin on the streets of D.C...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-qzWhl33I/AAAAAAAACt8/19GAZ4UYhvo/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-qzWhl33I/AAAAAAAACt8/19GAZ4UYhvo/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a year or two since I've been to Washington D.C.. I think growing up so close to the capitol (my parents live about 25 minutes south of D.C.) kind of spoiled me back then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-shZgzVTI/AAAAAAAACuU/MN-10hie6_A/s1600/IMG_0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-shZgzVTI/AAAAAAAACuU/MN-10hie6_A/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Picture taken by my Dad (nice one!).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just never really saw D.C. as a big deal. I enjoyed going there usually, but we used to go a LOT when company would come into town. Going back now and seeing D.C. again and explaining the White House, the Capitol, the Washington monument, the Lincoln Memorial, etc. to Jackson made it special again. We went on a gorgeous spring day. My mom and Dad had both taken the day off of work (because they love us so) and we had a wonderful day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-tst0F8zI/AAAAAAAACuc/b-YqmMGwJZg/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-tst0F8zI/AAAAAAAACuc/b-YqmMGwJZg/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase (saying heyyyyy), Jackson, and my mom (Gigi...or Geeg as Jackson calls her because they are tight like that.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, everyone else in the world also decided to go that day. The Mall was packed! In fact, the President even made an appearance. He and his family were coming home from President Obama throwing the first pitch at the Nationals Game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-z6aXB1xI/AAAAAAAACus/QIgxlOI59a4/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-z6aXB1xI/AAAAAAAACus/QIgxlOI59a4/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presidential motorcade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I was so caught up in it all that I wasn't paying very close attention to the sidewalk in front of me and there was a SUPER uneven part that I hit which caused Chase to slam forward into the front of the stroller resulting in...his first black eye. So sad! Mr. President, when you read my blog (as I'm sure you often do), I'd like to request that you fix the sidewalks in D.C. Kay, thanks?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson got to do something I have always wanted to do. I mean, if I was a kid. Or if people wouldn't look at me like I was a freak for doing it now... ride the Carousel on the mall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-2ytiaaJI/AAAAAAAACu0/v0fGxKRyiqM/s1600/IMG_0311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-2ytiaaJI/AAAAAAAACu0/v0fGxKRyiqM/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jackson and my Dad (Gpa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Seriously, this Carousel is right in front of the Smithsonian castle and is pretty cool. It's also surprisingly fast. At least that's what it seemed like the little 7 year old boy behind Jackson thought since he bawled the whole time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-43JaC2YI/AAAAAAAACu8/VRkU9YlXpCg/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-43JaC2YI/AAAAAAAACu8/VRkU9YlXpCg/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase and Gigi watched the Carousel and Chase thought it was hilarious. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was snack time because Jackson knew I had packed some of my mom's homemade banana blueberry bread for a snack and he couldn't stop himself from bringing it up every 3 minutes or so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-6OcI194I/AAAAAAAACvE/qRXPKHOu444/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-6OcI194I/AAAAAAAACvE/qRXPKHOu444/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"Oh my GOSH! I can't believe how good this bread is!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we got my Dad to take a family pic of the four of us which is quite the daunting task these days (please refer to my Easter picture post a few back). He made a valiant attempt and we got this...winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-7ziFfKQI/AAAAAAAACvM/Cz4mgqSexIM/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-7ziFfKQI/AAAAAAAACvM/Cz4mgqSexIM/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-299104141463893233?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/299104141463893233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=299104141463893233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/299104141463893233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/299104141463893233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/walkin-on-streets-of-dc.html' title='Walkin on the streets of D.C...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8-qzWhl33I/AAAAAAAACt8/19GAZ4UYhvo/s72-c/IMG_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5286690283686472822</id><published>2010-04-18T00:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:15:27.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There is something special and unique about friends who knew you back when. Friends who know your history and your family and your life. Friends who knew you when you were an angst filled teenager and still loved you. Friends who remained faithful and forgave you more times than you deserved. Friends who you laughed with and cried with and who you experienced so many of the firsts in life with. These kind of friends: &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A friend who knew you when you had braces and when you got your first kiss in those braces (and who had set you up with that guy and rode in the same van while the kiss took place after a Haunted House). A friend who you wrote ridiculous notes back and forth to and who you could fight with and make-up with all in a matter of minutes. A friend who you took voice lessons with and who you got sent to "time out" with in the choir director's office for talking too much with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pughnIZjI/AAAAAAAACsA/QdWS16O1nms/s1600/n824368773_302567_3848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pughnIZjI/AAAAAAAACsA/QdWS16O1nms/s200/n824368773_302567_3848.jpg" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tiffany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;A friend who you attended youth group with and who you would talk to for hours about all the youth group guys that you were in love with (that week). A friend who you got to go with to the mall unsupervised for the first time. A friend who you took turns with asking each others' parents about sleepovers every other weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pvqy7_kXI/AAAAAAAACsI/sTRIX7RNyyo/s1600/5400_102903964589_849944589_1975600_2530936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pvqy7_kXI/AAAAAAAACsI/sTRIX7RNyyo/s200/5400_102903964589_849944589_1975600_2530936_n.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A friend who you went to camp with for the first time.A friend who shared her headphones with you as you listened together to Alanis Morissette.A friend who talked to you about your relationship with God and helped you to grow. A friend who helped you through what you thought was your first heartbreak (even though it really wasn't). A friend who remained faithful in writing you letters and calling you even after you had moved away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pwK2jAbVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/jAx6KZQJPYA/s1600/n618135198_71552_5719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pwK2jAbVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/jAx6KZQJPYA/s200/n618135198_71552_5719.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Marianne &lt;/b&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;b style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A friend who became a comfort and a joy to you in a new place. A friend who knew you when you fell in love for the first time and that was all that you could talk about or think about. A friend who drove you everywhere because she was a year older than you and was always nice about it (except in the mornings when she wasn't capable of being very nice to anyone). A friend who believed in a friendship years after it had ended and forgave the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pyfFkr15I/AAAAAAAACsg/QPy4PU5h7Uw/s1600/14367_177297074577_502189577_2702232_5845823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pyfFkr15I/AAAAAAAACsg/QPy4PU5h7Uw/s200/14367_177297074577_502189577_2702232_5845823_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Kari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A friend who took driver's education with you and saw you crash your car into a gate when you got your gas pedal and brake pedal confused and a friend who you worked your first job with and who saw you violate the dress code on multiple occasions with your short skirts. A friend who lived through very real heartaches with you and shared her own with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pzhFTKFeI/AAAAAAAACs4/7IrFlPeg-r0/s1600/25229_720847788247_15605544_40277219_2047416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pzhFTKFeI/AAAAAAAACs4/7IrFlPeg-r0/s320/25229_720847788247_15605544_40277219_2047416_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Maryam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A friend who taught you the art of being a social butterfly and of shining your light. A friend who taught you how delicious Caramel Macchiatos could be at Starbucks and also taught you how to be vulnerable at Starbucks as you shared your life and struggles. A friend who taught you that Peyton Manning was (and is) awesome. A friend who showed&amp;nbsp; you that years apart make no difference in a true friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8p3-8e-NiI/AAAAAAAACtA/XZujxsAGEV0/s1600/n676702328_126089_3539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8p3-8e-NiI/AAAAAAAACtA/XZujxsAGEV0/s200/n676702328_126089_3539.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley&lt;/b&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;b style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A friend who had no choice because she was your best friend from the day she was born. A friend who helped you through your first heart break (this time it was for real) and rubbed your back as you cried and at least pretended to listen as you re-read all the old love notes that had been exchanged. A friend who never, ever failed you. Even when you called her mean names outside of her door for not letting you borrow her clothes and she punched you. Even when she was ignored for other friends. A friend who you could always go next door and talk to when all the other friends weren't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pzFoprp8I/AAAAAAAACsw/u7WUTNNUUl8/s1600/n25521707_36580494_3289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pzFoprp8I/AAAAAAAACsw/u7WUTNNUUl8/s200/n25521707_36580494_3289.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Anne &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A true friend is the gift of God, and he only who made hearts can unite them.” &lt;br /&gt;Robert South&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5286690283686472822?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5286690283686472822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5286690283686472822' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5286690283686472822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5286690283686472822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8pughnIZjI/AAAAAAAACsA/QdWS16O1nms/s72-c/n824368773_302567_3848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3849145657773125813</id><published>2010-04-14T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:23:32.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite things about being at my mom and dad's house is happy hour. When 5:00 rolls around, the wine comes out, the vodka lemonades come out, the margaritas come out, the appetizers come out...the FUN comes out! Well, the fun is actually already out most of the time. =)&amp;nbsp; My Dad has a wine cellar of sorts in his basement. He has some pretty nice red wines that he likes to break open for special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wsclick.infospace.com/clickserver/_iceUrlFlag=1?rawURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.abc.net.au%2Fscience%2Fnews%2Fstories%2Fs976895.htm&amp;amp;0=&amp;amp;1=0&amp;amp;4=67.63.50.255&amp;amp;5=24.252.143.3&amp;amp;9=10c5d89d878c4be4bc395919a0dbca01&amp;amp;10=1&amp;amp;11=prodege.feed.org&amp;amp;13=search&amp;amp;14=372380&amp;amp;15=main-title&amp;amp;17=7&amp;amp;18=7&amp;amp;19=0&amp;amp;20=0&amp;amp;21=7&amp;amp;22=b3MqcPxklyo%3D&amp;amp;40=NGtpWKYLmHE2gz6U9I79uQ%3D%3D&amp;amp;_IceUrl=true" title=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="imgThumb" height="130px" src="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/nimage/63d68b8b3191b93e" width="118px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My visits, however, are not one of those special occasion. That is probably because I dub Dad's best wines as "inoffensive." I can't help it! I know red wine is better for me and I know that it's what those with a mature wine palate tend to prefer, but I love white wine! Thankfully my mom and I both like Pinot Grigio and my Dad is very gracious about buying me Gewurztraminer and other yummy white wines.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All this to say, I came downstairs after getting ready to go out to dinner with some girlfriends of mine and see Jackson sitting at the counter with my mom dipping a cookie in his milk (before dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Jackson! What are you eating?" He smirks at me with a knowing look since anything Gigi says goes so he knows that he is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "It's Happy Hour!" my mom chimes in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, it's Happy Hour!" Jackson repeats smiling. Well played, Gigi and Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8aF9JU6yqI/AAAAAAAACr4/HLHAliYCV4g/s1600/IMG_3361_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8aF9JU6yqI/AAAAAAAACr4/HLHAliYCV4g/s320/IMG_3361_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3849145657773125813?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3849145657773125813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3849145657773125813' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3849145657773125813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3849145657773125813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-hour.html' title='Happy Hour...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8aF9JU6yqI/AAAAAAAACr4/HLHAliYCV4g/s72-c/IMG_3361_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5389217827636855886</id><published>2010-04-11T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:46:11.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Spring Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"He is not here; he has  risen, just as he said."  Matthew 28:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope everyone had a WONDERFUL Easter! Ours was fabulous. My baby sister, Becky came down to visit. And by baby sister, I mean my almost 20 year old sister. We had a girls night out with dinner, shopping and a movie. I'm not saying which one we saw because that would embarrass Becky. She's super cool and I'd hate to ruin that for her by telling the whole world that she saw and enjoyed a movie with Miley Cyrus. Oops. I will say that this guy was in the movie and that she was more than okay with that:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;" onclick="MM_openBrWindow('displayimage.php?pid=1765&amp;amp;fullsize=1','9567785664bc135cddae39','scrollbars=yes,toolbar=no,status=no,resizable=yes,width=1517,height=2123')"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view full size image" border="0" class="image" src="http://liam-hemsworth.net/gallery/albums/KISS%20Magazine%20%28May%202010%29/normal_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is the only pic I got of Beck and I. It was taken Easter morning by Jackson. Not too bad for a 3 1/2 year old photographer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E2lZLzZjI/AAAAAAAACqI/oX0gYb9_QnU/s1600/IMG_3289_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E2lZLzZjI/AAAAAAAACqI/oX0gYb9_QnU/s320/IMG_3289_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is our family pic from that morning before church. Um, preschoolers and infants are NOT awesome at getting their picture taken. Okay, neither am I, actually. Here is Chase pouting and Jackson doing his "cute" face (according to him) which actually looks like he is eating imaginary corn on the cob. Kudos to Alan on producing a normal smile. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E4rJXZn-I/AAAAAAAACqY/Vn_QH4rOXBk/s1600/IMG_3283_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E4rJXZn-I/AAAAAAAACqY/Vn_QH4rOXBk/s320/IMG_3283_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We headed to church and the service was especially meaningful because...well, He is alive. Then we headed to the in-laws for a wonderful outdoor lunch and an Easter egg hunt.&amp;nbsp; It was sunny and warm and just one of those perfect days where all is right in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chase hung out with Megan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E9S1bRCtI/AAAAAAAACqg/d4EIwmatm_0/s1600/IMG_0175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E9S1bRCtI/AAAAAAAACqg/d4EIwmatm_0/s320/IMG_0175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Becky and Jackson and Papa found a lot of Easter eggs. Debbie (my mother in law) isn't pictured because she was taking most of the pictures and making our yummy lunch and dessert (the poached pears with ice cream, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and slivered almonds was absolutely not a flat belly diet meal...but so worth it. =)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E9sMkWvgI/AAAAAAAACqw/FY7E7AYBUB0/s1600/IMG_0222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E9sMkWvgI/AAAAAAAACqw/FY7E7AYBUB0/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E-DjjONAI/AAAAAAAACq4/QKdJQB9Nhu8/s1600/IMG_0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E-DjjONAI/AAAAAAAACq4/QKdJQB9Nhu8/s320/IMG_0211.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then we headed to the car and made our way to Northern Virginia for SPRING BREAK! Lots more pics and blogs to come! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5389217827636855886?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5389217827636855886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5389217827636855886' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5389217827636855886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5389217827636855886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-from-spring-break.html' title='Back from Spring Break...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8E2lZLzZjI/AAAAAAAACqI/oX0gYb9_QnU/s72-c/IMG_3289_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-7657535447710467009</id><published>2010-04-10T23:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:34:05.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off, get ready for a LOT of upcoming blog posts. A lot of pictures have been taken, a lot of things have happened, a lot of places have been seen, a lot of stories need to be told. I will probably be blogging daily for awhile. =) &lt;br /&gt;The preschool that Jackson attends is part of a church that does a lot of wonderful community outreach. One of their events is an Easter egg hunt. We went to the same Easter egg hunt last year and I can be seen on the same bench 8+ months pregnant&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-hunt.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBYlhKQNI/AAAAAAAACrg/OU20GgnF1GY/s1600/IMG_3254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBYlhKQNI/AAAAAAAACrg/OU20GgnF1GY/s320/IMG_3254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed having Chase in my lap rather than in my belly this year! Love babies...don't love getting the big ole belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like last year, Jackson was much more interested in quality rather than quantity. I walked up to find him opening the eggs, contemplating the candy, and then putting the rejected eggs back on the ground. Hmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FAqR3ev7I/AAAAAAAACrI/tbeEA73yn0A/s1600/IMG_3245_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FAqR3ev7I/AAAAAAAACrI/tbeEA73yn0A/s320/IMG_3245_edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friend Stephanie came by to visit and we got to briefly catch up. Steph and I have been friends for 7+ years and we don't get to see her nearly enough. Chase was smitten with her.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBClM9eFI/AAAAAAAACrQ/sius1YoEd6o/s1600/IMG_3246_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBClM9eFI/AAAAAAAACrQ/sius1YoEd6o/s320/IMG_3246_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;My three favorite boys on the bench.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBs76XjVI/AAAAAAAACro/-VUd3Gv4-og/s1600/IMG_3252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBs76XjVI/AAAAAAAACro/-VUd3Gv4-og/s320/IMG_3252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a photo by Jackson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FB499_zXI/AAAAAAAACrw/0eZZzbZaxeY/s1600/IMG_3259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FB499_zXI/AAAAAAAACrw/0eZZzbZaxeY/s320/IMG_3259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. please note that last year, Alan was clean shaven and this year he is rockin some facial hair. In comparing the two pics, I'm feeling the facial hair- what do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-7657535447710467009?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7657535447710467009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=7657535447710467009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7657535447710467009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7657535447710467009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-egg-hunts.html' title='Easter Egg Hunts...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S8FBYlhKQNI/AAAAAAAACrg/OU20GgnF1GY/s72-c/IMG_3254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-197799720937888402</id><published>2010-03-29T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:42:56.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Belly Diet Continued...</title><content type='html'>A few people have asked me how it's going so I thought I'd fill everyone in who cares. If you don't care...well, fake it. =) I am absolutely not being paid by any of these people to promote their products but if they asked me to, I totally would because they are working for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FFrjZhKUI/AAAAAAAACqA/ovGlNeKwc90/s1600/book_v2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FFrjZhKUI/AAAAAAAACqA/ovGlNeKwc90/s200/book_v2a.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The four day anti-bloat kick off was difficult but worth it. I lost 4lbs in 4 days and have kept them off (it ended last Thursday) and taken an additional pound off. So 5 pounds in one week- yes, please! My jeans are definitely fitting looser. Sidenote: My mom also lost 4 lbs. I'm sure she'll be in a size 2 now. Speaking of, I was looking through my closet for a skirt for Easter and found a really cute GAP pencil skirt. Then I noticed there was actually a line of dust across the middle where it was laying across the hanger. I thought that was odd and then checked to see the size. It was a size 2.There is a very strong chance that baby hasn't seen the light of day in 4 years. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Back to the Flat Belly Diet. Now I'm onto the basic diet plan and LOVE LOVE LOVE it. This helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FDDPqnQYI/AAAAAAAACpo/Pk3F8W8PDZY/s1600/art_Chocolate.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FDDPqnQYI/AAAAAAAACpo/Pk3F8W8PDZY/s200/art_Chocolate.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That, my friends, is a MUFA (mono unsaturated fatty acid). With every meal (4- 400 calorie meals every day) I am supposed to eat one Mufa: dark chocolate, an oil (Olive, Canola, etc.), nuts, olives, or an avocado. Obviously, I love dark chocolate. I like doing a TBSP of dark chocolate chips with a TBSP of almonds. Yum! Also, I could eat avocados every day, all day. I'm from Northern California originally and avocados and artichokes were practically their own food group! I'm keeping track of my calories here: http://caloriecount.about.com/&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time ever tracking calories and it's fascinating. I'm full most of the time and when I'm not that's because it's been 4 hours and it's time to eat! My energy level has been UP. Today I ran (not walked, ran) 3.5 miles which is the most I've run with out stopping in...well, as long as I can remember. I think the healthy food and the water are making me capable of much more physically than I was capable of before the diet. I've also been doing my wonderful Yoga Booty Ballet DVDs when I can't get outside or to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FEvyyYf6I/AAAAAAAACpw/gzArDFlLPro/s1600/ybbab_trainers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FEvyyYf6I/AAAAAAAACpw/gzArDFlLPro/s200/ybbab_trainers.png" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those are my YBB trainers. The blonde one is my favorite because she always seems a little drunk. She's hilarious. By the way, the book says you don't have to exercise to see results but it will help you to see accelerated results if you do. Yeah, I'll take the accelerated results please. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My favorite thing about the Flat Belly Diet has been that it has completely transformed the way I think about food. I've always considered myself to be a healthy person and my BMI has always (well, except post-pregnancy for a bit) been in the healthy range. But it's more than that. I want to eat foods that will help me to be healthy long term. I now know the scientific studies behind certain foods and which types of cancers they can prevent. I want to be around for a long time because I have two baby boys who need their mom to be healthy and a husband that I want to grow old with. God gave me this body and I'm supposed to treat it well...He calls it a temple. I should be doing everything in my power to make healthy choices. I like thinking this way and really hope it continues! =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-197799720937888402?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/197799720937888402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=197799720937888402' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/197799720937888402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/197799720937888402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/flat-belly-diet-continued.html' title='Flat Belly Diet Continued...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S7FFrjZhKUI/AAAAAAAACqA/ovGlNeKwc90/s72-c/book_v2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-7767099717126464229</id><published>2010-03-27T22:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:31:09.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday my sister Liz, who is a senior at a nearby college, came to stay with us. We decided to take advantage of the glorious weather and had a picnic (my 3rd one that week...I'm sort of addicted to picnics). All pictures, except the one she is in of course, are taken by Liz! Here are some of the highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S669qL5tiVI/AAAAAAAACn0/wr2pZtw9S-U/s1600/13314_855773665613_6222734_46660396_7594924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S669qL5tiVI/AAAAAAAACn0/wr2pZtw9S-U/s320/13314_855773665613_6222734_46660396_7594924_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Ace. He was a 9 week old Bulldog puppy we met. I wanted to steal him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66-Gq2aR0I/AAAAAAAACn8/NapUMLoMdKA/s1600/13314_855773675593_6222734_46660398_3628925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66-Gq2aR0I/AAAAAAAACn8/NapUMLoMdKA/s320/13314_855773675593_6222734_46660398_3628925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Ace meeting Chase. Liz and I thought they looked a lot alike. I'm not sure why now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66-1HcjPeI/AAAAAAAACoM/39GVkx4ndv8/s1600/13314_855773655633_6222734_46660394_4463972_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66-1HcjPeI/AAAAAAAACoM/39GVkx4ndv8/s320/13314_855773655633_6222734_46660394_4463972_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66_QDWt-6I/AAAAAAAACoU/79XMdGNi8f4/s1600/13314_855773720503_6222734_46660405_6473204_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66_QDWt-6I/AAAAAAAACoU/79XMdGNi8f4/s320/13314_855773720503_6222734_46660405_6473204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson was terrified of Ace. He's barely in the shot of the first photo because he was running so fast screaming at the top of his lungs "DON'T LET HIM GET ME!!" Seriously, have you ever seen anything as terrifying as that puppy? Please note Jackson's expression in the second photo as he hides by the tree. And no, Jackson has never had a bad experience with a dog so I am absolutely allowed to make fun of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66_8s7qHaI/AAAAAAAACoc/IstCcHD0Iuc/s1600/13314_855773730483_6222734_46660407_5966998_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S66_8s7qHaI/AAAAAAAACoc/IstCcHD0Iuc/s320/13314_855773730483_6222734_46660407_5966998_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the picnic, Chase decided that he preferred to eat dirt rather than avocados. I was unaware of this fact until later viewing the pics. Thanks for stopping him, Liz. Or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67Acbnt44I/AAAAAAAACok/F5J6K6B_hPk/s1600/13314_855773765413_6222734_46660413_4116941_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67Acbnt44I/AAAAAAAACok/F5J6K6B_hPk/s320/13314_855773765413_6222734_46660413_4116941_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Liz got some gorgeous spring shots of this Star Magnolia (I only know the name because she is a Horticulture major and knows the name of every plant, tree and flower on the planet).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67BB2MmOcI/AAAAAAAACos/qTHWU3awgio/s1600/13314_855773855233_6222734_46660429_1104431_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67BB2MmOcI/AAAAAAAACos/qTHWU3awgio/s320/13314_855773855233_6222734_46660429_1104431_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty Auntie Liz and baby Chase.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67BnfT1YvI/AAAAAAAACo0/llLNKXsHFQs/s1600/13314_855773895153_6222734_46660435_2217617_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67BnfT1YvI/AAAAAAAACo0/llLNKXsHFQs/s320/13314_855773895153_6222734_46660435_2217617_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan pushing a very happy Jackson... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaand Jackson pushing a very happy Daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67B4I4SgHI/AAAAAAAACo8/0cTV_2zfB-U/s1600/13314_855773870203_6222734_46660431_2431103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S67B4I4SgHI/AAAAAAAACo8/0cTV_2zfB-U/s320/13314_855773870203_6222734_46660431_2431103_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The End.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. I'll post about the Flat Belly Diet next post. It's going great! =)&amp;nbsp;&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/4210534103266758197-7767099717126464229?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7767099717126464229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=7767099717126464229' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7767099717126464229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7767099717126464229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S669qL5tiVI/AAAAAAAACn0/wr2pZtw9S-U/s72-c/13314_855773665613_6222734_46660396_7594924_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3244210123496156836</id><published>2010-03-24T19:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:56:43.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flat Belly Diet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Recently, I was reading my friend &lt;a href="http://www.emyselfandi.com/2010/03/state-of-belly.html"&gt;E's blog&lt;/a&gt;. After reading about her success with The Flat Belly Diet, I decided to buy the book. I had eyed it several times at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and noticed it was written by the Editor of Prevention Magazine (my mom's health bible) but E sent me over the edge. The diet starts out with a 4 day anti-bloat kickstart. It means no coffee and no alcohol and no...well, who really cares? Those two are the hard ones for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=coffee#focal=0d982c2b5d2fdb96523014c765e730eb&amp;amp;furl=http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee51/BigsargeJP/Coffee/coffee_morning.jpg" onmousedown="return MMsi_T('&amp;amp;ID=images,32.1')" style="height: auto; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0pt; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;img class="img_pt hv_on" onload="_li(this);" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1422883817907&amp;amp;id=22885bd9a55d63f5adcfae60f7416e1b&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fi229.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fee51%2fBigsargeJP%2fCoffee%2fcoffee_morning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; I recruited my mom to do the diet with me because she claims to have gained 5lbs over the winter. In other words, her size 4 jeans are feeling a little snug. Poor her, right? ;-) I complained to her that lots of my friends had chubby moms they could go on the diet with and that it wasn't fair that she was so thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6p4r4IZKUI/AAAAAAAACm8/3akGp9jdDRI/s1600/7326_1156600247249_1595029624_392827_5085557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6p4r4IZKUI/AAAAAAAACm8/3akGp9jdDRI/s320/7326_1156600247249_1595029624_392827_5085557_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is my teeny mom and my Dad...who I'll get to later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So, Mom and I are cruising along on day one. It's not super easy, but definitely not hard. I get a phone call from my Dad (who knows that mom and I are doing this) and he says "Hey! Did you know that Starbucks is offering a free pastry with the purchase of a coffee tomorrow?" Thanks, Dad. Starbucks is my greatest weakness. Then day two hits and I'm drinking my big glass of sassy water (water with stuff in it like ginger and lemons) first thing in the morning (rather than my beloved coffee). I'm trying to chug it down and I get a text from my friend, Amanda. "FREE CONE DAY AT BEN AND JERRY'S." Apparently corporate America heard I was doing this and decided to give away all the stuff I like for free. Awesome.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="batch" tcnt="30"&gt;&lt;span class="tc" fb="0" id="tc_a552ec4b83da95cf1f10d85fb246ce17"&gt;&lt;span class="ic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="batch" tcnt="30"&gt;&lt;span class="tc" fb="0" id="tc_a552ec4b83da95cf1f10d85fb246ce17"&gt;&lt;span class="ic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=ice+cream#focal=a552ec4b83da95cf1f10d85fb246ce17&amp;amp;furl=http://blogs.wickedlocal.com/cambridgeschool/files/2009/05/ice-cream.jpg" onmousedown="return MMsi_T('&amp;amp;ID=images,39.1')" style="height: auto; margin: 0pt 1.75%; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;img class="img_pt" onload="_li(this);" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1531606861174&amp;amp;id=b26931cc95b1c6911d2ae5f2e3bd577d&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fblogs.wickedlocal.com%2fcambridgeschool%2ffiles%2f2009%2f05%2fice-cream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Finding the clip art for this ice cream was painful. I really want to eat ice cream right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm currently finished with my third day- only ONE DAY LEFT! I was down a little over two pounds as of last night (water weight, not actual lost fat, my book is quick to remind me). All the same, it's very nice to see the scale moving down. I'm excited to keep doing this for the next month. It becomes much less extreme after the four day kick off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here are the things I have learned so far:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat an absurd amount of goldfish crackers and baby cereal. There were a lot of days that Alan would come home and I'd lament to him the following, "I hardly ate anything today! No lunch at all. I should be starving, but I guess I'm just too tired to be hungry." Turns out, I just fill up all day on the snacks and meals I'm feeding my children. The first day, I had to go to the trash can and spit out a mouthful of snacks several times that I put in my mouth with out even thinking about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cram in most of my calories after the boys are in bed. That's tv time with the hubby where we snack on chips and salsa or carrots and hummus or popcorn usually while consuming an adult beverage of our choice. This is bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love coffee. I love wine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat pretty healthy. A lot of the food I'm supposed to eat is food I already buy. Avocados, nuts, fruits, veggies, lean meats, olive oil, etc. The problem is that my portion sizes were Americanized (new word?). America is obese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will absolutely look like this when I am done: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUuZ5Snw2oQ/SKrE1JE0UtI/AAAAAAAAALI/uLiCO_ibTMw/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUuZ5Snw2oQ/SKrE1JE0UtI/AAAAAAAAALI/uLiCO_ibTMw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUuZ5Snw2oQ/SKrE1JE0UtI/AAAAAAAAALI/uLiCO_ibTMw/s200/untitled.bmp" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, so not really. And I' m okay with that. I just want to get rid of the lingering baby weight. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3244210123496156836?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3244210123496156836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3244210123496156836' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3244210123496156836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3244210123496156836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/flat-belly-diet.html' title='The Flat Belly Diet...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6p4r4IZKUI/AAAAAAAACm8/3akGp9jdDRI/s72-c/7326_1156600247249_1595029624_392827_5085557_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-9157180091299844202</id><published>2010-03-21T22:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:39:21.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNZfPa3zdN0/S6azszypHAI/AAAAAAAACIs/3jwMN--uArc/s1600/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" alt="[GettingtoknowYOU.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What year did you graduate high school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I graduated from high school in 1999...and college in 2006. And no, I'm not a doctor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What part of your body do you neglect the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor abs. I can't even remember the last time I did a crunch. We'll just blame it on those babies I keep having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wkpWB_kp7zg3wRoTlB9pfA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/R_RKu9JhqiI/AAAAAAAAApI/CtfNul5JFLg/s288/IMG_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td   style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is me exactly two years ago after Jackson but before Chase and during a running phase. That was probably the last of my ab baring days. RIP bikini&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beach house or Lake house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE the beach and my husband and I always said we wanted a beach house. Then one summer we were vacationing at Emerald Isle and boogie boarding when a BIG shark fin popped up RIGHT in front of us. I'm talking, could reach out and touch it close!! We both went running out of the water (Alan left me behind but he was gracious enough to yell at me "SHARK!") and then we decided on the way home we wanted a lake house instead. Since it's been four or five years since that happened, we have now revised our wish list to be a beach house with a pool. Final answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://cdnet.myxer.com/tn/c/1511134/big/?t=2008122823947" src="http://cdnet.myxer.com/tn/c/1511134/big/?t=2008122823947" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure this is what the rest of the shark looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mac or PC?&lt;br /&gt;I heart my Mac. I also heart my husband's PC. I'm writing this on a PC because my Mac's cord broke. Again. For the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you wear braces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, yes I did. Those were a GLORIOUS three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ipe_ic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asanobraces.com/images/brace/reg.jpg" id="ipe_il" target="_blank" onmousedown="return MMsi_T('&amp;amp;ID=images,416.1')"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1464479714274&amp;amp;id=1335320d1f55799df4ba01d0ce66a81f&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fasanobraces.com%2fimages%2fbrace%2freg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ipe_if"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yes, I did use colored rubber bands like seen above. I tended to go with red and blue because those were my school colors. GO IRONS JUNIOR HIGH COUGARS! Yeah, I was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could be one person for a day..living or deceased..who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming I shouldn't say I'd be me because that would sound lame but I really wouldn't want to be anyone other than me. If I HAD to be someone else, I'd want to be my husband for a day so I could figure out what the heck is going on in his head. Um, I wrote a really nice blog about him a few entries ago so I'm allowed to say this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many times have you moved in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOO MANY! Grass Valley, California to Arlington, Texas to Lubbock, Texas to Northern Virginia to Southern Virginia to North Carolina to Southern Virgina. Phew. And that isn't including all the moves our first years of marriage to different places in Southern Virgina...so, 10+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you rather cook or clean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. Oh, I have to do one or the other? Sigh. Cook, I guess. I wish I liked cooking but I just don't. Sometimes when I'm having a dance party in my kitchen and the boys are napping and I'm making something kind of easy, I don't hate it. The rest of the time, I pretty much hate it. Especially since the result is usually my three year old wrinkling up his nose and saying "I don't like it." He is immediately chastised and then the rest of us dig in and silently think "I don't like it."&lt;span id="ipe_ic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ipe_if"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ipe_ic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whistleblowersgrill.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/basic-cooking-tips.jpg" id="ipe_il" target="_blank" onmousedown="return MMsi_T('&amp;amp;ID=images,434.1')"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1696395363519&amp;amp;id=016a828d1026ec6c9f43b6be4f5758fd&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.whistleblowersgrill.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2009%2f12%2fbasic-cooking-tips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ipe_if"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-9157180091299844202?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9157180091299844202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=9157180091299844202' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9157180091299844202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9157180091299844202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title='Getting to Know ME!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNZfPa3zdN0/S6azszypHAI/AAAAAAAACIs/3jwMN--uArc/s72-c/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3518381497284138615</id><published>2010-03-17T17:10:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:57:54.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY St. Patrick's Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I have a wee bit of Irish in me! My mom's Maiden name was Murphy so that should qualify me, right? She claims to be 100% Italian (she's not- at all) but with our green eyes she really should be embracing her wee bonnie lass Irish roots. I've been using the terms wee and bonnie and lass and lad excessively today. I'm allowed since I'm Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPqEWTsiI/AAAAAAAACk8/W2cxFbMur8g/s1600-h/IMG_3161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPqEWTsiI/AAAAAAAACk8/W2cxFbMur8g/s320/IMG_3161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449724608235418146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I was helping Jackson pick out his clothes today, I was explaining to him that we were all going to wear green! He wanted to wear blue. So I explained to him that the Leprechauns would pinch him if didn't wear green. He wanted a long explanation of what a Leprechaun is. I told him they are sneaky, little guys that make mischief and hide pots of gold and pinch people who don't wear green. Close enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, after dressing Chase and Jackson in green, we started to head downstairs. Jackson realized I wasn't yet wearing green and burst into tears as he looked frantically around for a Leprechaun. Hmm. I think he had something like this in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.wunderkabinett.co.uk/graphics/leprechaun.jpg" src="http://www.wunderkabinett.co.uk/graphics/leprechaun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly revised what a Leprechaun was. They are friendly, funny, little guys who don't pinch you unless you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave the house&lt;/span&gt; with out wearing green. And their pinches don't hurt. Despite this, he spent the whole morning being a little skittish and frequently checking outside for a Leprechaun. We left for the mall and an argument ensued in the car on whether or not my green scarf would suffice as a green thing since Jackson (who was now an expert on St. Patrick's Day protocol) said you actually have to wear a green SHIRT. Here he is rolling his eyes at me. I have NO idea where he picked up this trait. Certainly not from ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FaPIdvm6I/AAAAAAAACls/SuNlV_skBfo/s1600-h/IMG_3135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FaPIdvm6I/AAAAAAAACls/SuNlV_skBfo/s320/IMG_3135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449736240111786914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our (new) traditional Chickfila lunch and Jackson nodded approvingly at all the employees wearing their green hats and at all the green flowers and decorations. Every now and then someone would come in not wearing green and Jackson would shake his head and say (loudly) "The Leprechauns are going to pinch them."&lt;br /&gt;We played at the play area where Jackson made a new friend. The friend's father was a (very nice) pastor of one of the large, local churches and he handed me this pamphlet (I must have looked unsaved today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPq11ylLI/AAAAAAAAClM/YOhsfQ_aWhE/s1600-h/IMG_3140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPq11ylLI/AAAAAAAAClM/YOhsfQ_aWhE/s320/IMG_3140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449724621520802994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase proceeded to eat it. Chase also rocked a faux hawk today and received a lot of compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rode the hippo train and Jackson took a (blurry) picture of us right as a group of teenagers walked by snickering. Whatever, teens. You should be in school getting your education. Yeah...take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FW-QSbGFI/AAAAAAAAClk/rAv3p1VV-Jk/s1600-h/IMG_3169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FW-QSbGFI/AAAAAAAAClk/rAv3p1VV-Jk/s320/IMG_3169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449732651619129426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then to finish our St. Patrick's Day festivities, Jackson rode the train with the...Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPrLUfvcI/AAAAAAAAClU/GFwLPsFzA-g/s1600-h/IMG_3189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPrLUfvcI/AAAAAAAAClU/GFwLPsFzA-g/s320/IMG_3189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449724627286736322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPqRv8BcI/AAAAAAAAClE/P_WmoldUm7o/s1600-h/IMG_3190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPqRv8BcI/AAAAAAAAClE/P_WmoldUm7o/s320/IMG_3190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449724611832579522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Sarah/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Adobe/Digital%20Camera%20Photos/2010-03-17-1736-22/IMG_3160.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3518381497284138615?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3518381497284138615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3518381497284138615' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3518381497284138615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3518381497284138615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6FPqEWTsiI/AAAAAAAACk8/W2cxFbMur8g/s72-c/IMG_3161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-671522059507485357</id><published>2010-03-17T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:53:18.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery Shmottery.</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/_vqcMadnVSSk/S6BJnLVvyqI/AAAAAAAAALU/yFc2F1YFIeE/s1600-h/LBWishfulWednesdayButton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcMadnVSSk/S6BJnLVvyqI/AAAAAAAAALU/yFc2F1YFIeE/s200/LBWishfulWednesdayButton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449436486526028450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;This week's topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;'I wish' .... I could win the lottery REAL soon, and I would ______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;The real question is: would you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;1.) quit your job/career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;" &gt;2.) continue working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've read probably four or five of the responses to this question and I hope I don't come across as self-righteous in my answer. I totally think everyone should be allowed to spend their (imaginary) lottery winnings however they choose with out judgment. =) I just have a different take on it. I saw a special on some channel (probably TLC) about lottery winners and almost all of them squandered their money (MILLIONS) and many of them ended up broke, bankrupt, etc. It was horrible to watch! The only ones who did okay were the ones who kept living like they had before the money with very little changes. My husband is a high school English teacher and is on part time teaching staff with Young Life. I am a stay at home mom. It might be difficult to deduce, but we are not rolling in the money. ;-) We live very carefully and try do everything that &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.daveramsey.com/store/google-special-offer-dave-ramsey-total-money-makeover-financial-peace-university/cGLP-p1.html?ictid=goog&amp;amp;s_kwcid=TC%7C6886%7Cdave%20ramsey%7C%7CS%7C%7C2839046516&amp;amp;gclid=CPmGudbHwKACFRlRagodi1w3TQ"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt; tells us to! We also have parents who spoil us from time to time which is VERY nice. We are really, truly, honestly, incredibly content. When I see people with nicer stuff than me, I try to quickly remind myself of people in third world countries living in a one bedroom shack and it helps me to snap out of it really quickly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I'd like to do most is to give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTRAVAGANTLY!&lt;/span&gt; I loooooooooove 2nd Corinthians 9:7- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver." What's more fun than being a cheerful giver!? If you don't know, try it sometime. Find someone to give to that makes your heart happy. I would give my friends &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://hopeformazey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam and Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; enough money to adopt the children they have been waiting so patiently for. I would give lots to my church since they support Young Life and The Rescue Mission (where my sister in law works). I would tip waitresses 100% when I could tell they were having crappy days. I would be on the look out for people who just can't seem to catch a break and anonymously help them out. Seriously, do you see how much fun this would be!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would most certainly not quit my job. I love being a stay at home mom. Well, that's not true. I would TOTALLY bail on the cleaning part of it. I would hire a maid and pay her really, really well. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial" size="13px" style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.graphicsfactory.com/Clip_Art/People/Occupations/Occupational023yy_161172.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.graphicsfactory.com/clip-art/image_files/tn_image/1/728011-tn_Occupational023yy.jpg" alt=" Occupational023yy " title="Occupational023yy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-671522059507485357?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/671522059507485357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=671522059507485357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/671522059507485357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/671522059507485357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-weeks-topic-i-wish.html' title='Lottery Shmottery.'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcMadnVSSk/S6BJnLVvyqI/AAAAAAAAALU/yFc2F1YFIeE/s72-c/LBWishfulWednesdayButton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5013181386182864735</id><published>2010-03-13T20:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:58:24.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1VsJrBP2wzI-9N6eOw0ZUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5xTL-PUJ-I/AAAAAAAACk0/50lLLqPAq5g/s144/miley-cyrus-without-makeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/ClipArt?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;clip art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back my friend, Crystal did this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.littlebitfunky.com/2009/07/i-triple-dog-dare-you.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on make-up. I was thinking about it earlier when my husband was telling me all the reasons that it's ridiculous that I feel like I have to put make-up on before going to the grocery store. I think her post stayed with me and came to mind all these months later for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I felt somewhat convicted by it. There is definitely some truth to what she said. God did make us beautiful and it's important to take notice of that sometimes. I should be less dependent on it. I am ABSOLUTELY a girl who will not leave her house with out make-up on. I was raised in Texas and spent my early teen years there. You can't survive Lubbock, Texas as a teen with out make-up on. Okay, that's probably not true but it certainly seemed that way. Even though I've been a Virginia girl now for 13 years or so, that Texas mentality stays with me...ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DE_FLZw841C5u21UfF7aDg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5xQw6DCqXI/AAAAAAAACks/S0lS0LoYQiA/s144/thumbnail.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/ClipArt?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;clip art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't totally see make-up that way. I do not have flawless skin. I have days where my skin has yucky spots on it and I'd rather people look at me in my eyes rather than stare at said blemish. On that note, I once had a boyfriend who told me that for the first YEAR of our relationship, he thought the freckle on my chin was a zit. Super. I guess some things even make-up can't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WketmEzqFIRjPQ3PD_oCQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5xQrLlXBOI/AAAAAAAACko/Hh1zOnjDie0/s144/2420480843_29cdd17150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/ClipArt?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;clip art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The above girl is not me and she should really take it easy with the toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I enjoy make-up. I'm not crafty. I'm not good at decorating my home. I AM good at applying make-up. I can have fun and put a lot on when I'm getting glammed up. I like to try to make it look as natural as possible sometimes.  I love to experiment with colors and with new techniques. I love doing make-overs on other people. They are like canvases and I get to pretend to be an artist! My friend even asked me to do her make-up for her wedding day. I turned her down for fear I'd be too heavy handed and she'd look like a whore in all her wedding pics and our friendship would end. I see make-up as a fun accessory to enhance and play up our natural assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/krXFHqKf2eWKmyoevuu7ZQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5xQrEj9dbI/AAAAAAAACkk/U14ckcCv_3Q/s144/make-up250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/ClipArt?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;clip art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It sort of annoyed me. Don't get me wrong, I love Crystal. She's smart and ridiculously talented (just check out her blog and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/littlebitfunky"&gt;ETSY shop&lt;/a&gt;). But have you seen her? Of course she feels that way about make-up. She has perfect bone structure and flawless skin. I've seen her in person and she's not one of those people that you even notice that she's not wearing make-up. People who look like that with out make-up don't get a say. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5013181386182864735?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5013181386182864735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5013181386182864735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5013181386182864735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5013181386182864735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-up.html' title='Make-up...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5xTL-PUJ-I/AAAAAAAACk0/50lLLqPAq5g/s72-c/miley-cyrus-without-makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1638200701934517</id><published>2010-03-10T10:42:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:13:20.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons why my husband rocks...</title><content type='html'>I use this blog mostly to document what's going on with the boys since it started as a way for out of town family to read and see updates, but I'd like to start using it to do some writing just for fun. My husband hasn't gotten a lot of "blog love" and I'd like to change that. Here is my Top 10 list for Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_i3DGJCSFJJ9w2sOP0M6QA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5fNM0SCG6I/AAAAAAAACjI/FjGIkBXU-Cg/s400/5895_121176252068_527592068_3591116_2255095_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. His love for all egg-shaped chocolate.&lt;/span&gt; Alan can pass up candy any time of the year UNLESS it's a Cadbury creme egg or a Reeses egg. As soon as they enter the stores (usually January), I know that Alan cannot enter the grocery store with out returning with one of these suckers. Don't ask me why, but I find this particular weakness of his endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6Tq-ze-12V6b3cguyWH4Yg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5e_M6T_qbI/AAAAAAAACi0/ol3WyH7M3wM/s144/Cadbury_eggs_white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. His passion for his job.&lt;/span&gt; Alan spent the first five years of our marriage on Young Life staff and it was amazing to see what he did. He cared so much about the high school kids, leaders, and committee that he worked with and went far above and beyond what was required of him. He is currently in his third year of teaching high school English and he once again is giving it his all. We've ran into his students and they are quick to inform me that "Mr.Janney was my favorite teacher EVER!" He leaves his classroom open at lunch to students who come and play Backgammon or Chess or just hang out to have a "safe place" to eat lunch. He tutors students when he doesn't have to and is helping out with the baseball team. He truly exemplifies Collosians 3:23 to me "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pF8DOwxZ1haze6QUcJlTAA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5fN2GhZj5I/AAAAAAAACjM/CDeZIXVhZYg/s144/n31201661_31623849_6497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. His movie star good looks. &lt;/span&gt;Ever heard of a certain movie star named Jimmy Kimmel? Okay, so he's actually a comedian/late show host, but close enough. Alan STRONGLY resembles Jimmy. He also gets &lt;a href="http://www.hollyscoop.com/jack-black-pictures/653.aspx?PGImageID=3803"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/ER/cast/shane_west.shtml"&gt;Shane West&lt;/a&gt;. By the way, I think Jack Black was sort of adorable in "The Holiday" but Alan's way cuter than him. All in all, he's a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/k59kfc7snhRTu_zrgUl4QA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5e_NCvsNZI/AAAAAAAACi4/A_2J57zajqQ/s144/jimmy-kimmel-picture-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Wonderful sense of humor. &lt;/span&gt;Alan is very funny. You might not realize it if you're just meeting him because he's not the kind of person who tries to draw attention to himself, but if you get to know him, he's very funny. His humor doesn't always translate, though. Like when he attended a celebration dinner with me at the end of a bible study that was put on by a bunch of older Baptist women and said something along the lines of, "I really appreciate what you ladies did for Sarah. She doesn't cuss or get drunk nearly as much as she used to."  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZauzZXsWXZrsJ-cRE6THuw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5fPSDbYutI/AAAAAAAACjU/G5X3v-DhQWs/s144/202_florida3_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Love of Literature and Writing.&lt;/span&gt; Alan is a reader. He is usually reading 2 or 3 books at a time. He challenges me to read beyond by favorite genre (the very intellectually stimulating Chick Lit) and read non-fiction, classics, and spiritual books. He's also an amazing writer. It's effortless for him and I am confident that he will be a published author some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LQrDowzn2D4nIvM79Ut0VQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt; &lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5fJbHfz7OI/AAAAAAAACjA/TC5SYtWeA6o/s144/books.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. His Family. &lt;/span&gt;When we got married, I gained a really great set of in-laws. They are wonderful people and we get to spend a lot of time with them and go on awesome vacations together! I also love the way he loves and respects his parents and his little sister. It's a wonderful trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fNXPAysGK5xDJ6MxnU6zZw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1P1YEojbI/AAAAAAAACMQ/gdeEorJF1qc/s144/IMG_2153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. His love for my family. &lt;/span&gt;Alan truly loves my parents and my three sisters. He encourages them to visit often and for as long as possible and gets really excited when they do visit. His New Year's resolution last year was "What would Teresa do?" (my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dpAgev4J4VbSLkomz2r1OQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNqU3WzS0I/AAAAAAAACVs/MNW6YlDLwco/s144/7326_1165406467399_1595029624_417534_6784611_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Amazing Father. &lt;/span&gt;When we were in college, Alan told me he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted kids so I immediately crossed him off my 'potential husband' list. He ended up coming around but I still wasn't sure what he'd be like as a dad. When Jackson was born, Alan amazed me. He is a truly incredible dad. It came so naturally to him. He is loving, kind, firm, thoughtful, affectionate, and playful. He delights in his children and that delights &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8-NosZO9NW8FiUth3f25fQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1X5B7T2JI/AAAAAAAACOA/uZd8fDCAI6w/s144/5930_122276251960_534236960_2598972_4903395_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Awesome husband. &lt;/span&gt;When Alan asked my Dad if he could marry me, my Dad said "Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" Thanks, Dad. However, it was a legitimate question. I was only 21 when we got married and I had a LOT of growing up to do. The stories from our first couple years of marriage are epic. There may or may not have been an incident where I threw a phone book at his head. We are coming up on eight years of marriage and I love him so much more now then I did then. He is so loving and thoughtful to me. He is forgiving and encouraging. He is constantly reading books on marriage and trying to improve himself. I feel so blessed that I am married to such a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QlWAFTbl4FvJ7G7qC3ZzzQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5lSKsmE_pI/AAAAAAAACj0/AkZb3xpxtBY/s144/5850_586230307913_31201548_34675020_6841787_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. His Faith.&lt;/span&gt; Alan loves Jesus. I love that he lives his faith out quietly but with integrity. He doesn't need to wear Christian shirts (for which I am grateful since I think they are atrocious-sorry!) or write out his prayers for the world to see on Facebook. He lives his faith out in all the ways that are listed above and I find it to be genuine and real. I recently read this great quote by Donald Miller, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I’ve also found that the more I trust in Christ’s redemption to be sufficient, the less overtly religious I am."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think that is very true of Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="esv-text"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XHBcVBg8v0IgbNWH3H7qqg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5lTYrUdrNI/AAAAAAAACj8/dRReB4LxjAY/s144/birdstainglass_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I really could make a much longer list of reasons that I think Alan rocks, but I'll stick to 10. =) If you are reading this and are a married blogger I'd love to hear your top 10 list. If you are a single blogger I'd love to hear your top 10 list you look for in a boyfriend/husband...or top 10 list of things to avoid. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1638200701934517?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1638200701934517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1638200701934517' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1638200701934517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1638200701934517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-10-reasons-why-my-husband-rocks.html' title='Top 10 reasons why my husband rocks...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5fNM0SCG6I/AAAAAAAACjI/FjGIkBXU-Cg/s72-c/5895_121176252068_527592068_3591116_2255095_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8217474996009020371</id><published>2010-03-09T11:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:41:43.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months...</title><content type='html'>Oh, Chase. You have been pretty much a perfect baby. You are snuggly, sweet, easy-going, a good sleeper (in general), a good...er...maybe passionate is a better word, eater. You smile and laugh frequently. You have been such a wonderful addition to our family for the last 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tl0-Cs5YIeHzQGtaT8zz_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Z07Z9qFJI/AAAAAAAACh0/8BvQDmiIse4/s400/IMG_2900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to flirt with people by pretending to be shy and hiding you head and then craning your neck around to give them a big smile. You are a huge hit with the senior citizen crowd on Senior discount Tuesdays at Kroger. It makes for long shopping trips since they usually insist on holding a conversation solely with you...and you don't talk.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QZ7u0KSuNoNBNED2Uymk-A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Z07mP0bbI/AAAAAAAACh4/3_Q0PkPc-pg/s400/IMG_2912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are silly and you are a little clumsy. Well, you are actually a LOT clumsy. You face plant at least once a day while crawling and now that you are pulling up unto things, you constantly have some type of bump or bruise on you. You always recover quickly and then usually do the same thing that you just got hurt doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d96C0_C_tRFGswhIW9T1SA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Z08Zy1PBI/AAAAAAAACiI/Wyyvn6MbZ7E/s400/IMG_3100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ADORE your brother. You follow him around. You try to eat his food (and succeed sometimes- you took a big bite out of Jackson's blueberry muffin the other day much to his horror). You play with his toys (he's less than thrilled that you chew on all of his cars, but I think it's endearing). You two hold hands in the car on road trips and laugh together as Jackson plays peek-a-boo with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5Z0gA_Wrgzvc2JZ_lirNcg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Z071sz7cI/AAAAAAAACh8/1ojqyF5YAD0/s400/IMG_3038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are becoming quite the mover. If you see something you want, you get there FAST! For a long time you were content sitting in one spot playing with toys but now you are constantly finding new things to look at and explore. You love pulling all the DVDs out of the entertainment center and chewing on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4zIIcxRBN0sTSrS-M8NeQA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Z08CUDzGI/AAAAAAAACiA/l9_ImU3LtFo/s400/IMG_3113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a laugh that could melt any heart (sorry, it's sideways):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_3114.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8217474996009020371?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8217474996009020371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8217474996009020371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8217474996009020371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8217474996009020371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/9-months.html' title='9 months...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Z07Z9qFJI/AAAAAAAACh0/8BvQDmiIse4/s72-c/IMG_2900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3585956020955982725</id><published>2010-03-09T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:04:32.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite three little boys...</title><content type='html'>Hi blogging world. Well, spring is almost here which means I'm going to come out of my (self-diagnosed) seasonal depression and start blogging again. =) This winter has been EPIC! So cold, so snowy, and SOOOOOOOOOO long. But it's been good, too. Lots of fun moments with my hilarious three year old and my snuggly 9 month old and my wonderful, wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;My most recent trip home the weekend before last ended with a visit on the way home to see my sister, Anne and my precious nephew, Luke! He's coming up on 15 months old and cute beyond words. The boys are so funny together. Chase just watches everything. Luke sort of cares about the other two but is more into trying out his new running skills. Jackson just wants to tell both boys what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the three boys on a ladybug. This picture is for their Gigi. She is such a normal lady...until she sees a ladybug. She may or may not believe that Grandma (who is in heaven) communicates to her through ladybugs. ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oEORuMGNjVwbFMcnV6Lmnw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Zrdh2L2DI/AAAAAAAACho/jeHdtXWIGvM/s400/IMG_3084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They totally adore one another. Sometimes a little too much. Like when Jackson's little friend he met on the playground came and gently put an arm around Chase. Jackson came charging at him with his hands on his hips and with a FIERCE expression said, "HEY! That's MINE!" Yes, he referred to his younger brother as "mine." Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yMzeW2hFZ14mVAKPm3r5aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Zrd4woRoI/AAAAAAAAChs/n3AG528vAB8/s400/IMG_3086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is trying to hold Luke back. These two are about 5 months apart and will end out being in the same grade at school which is hard to believe. Sometimes Chase likes to remind Luke of that when Luke is acting too grown up for his taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QuycrWAVxJf2xL94csnZwA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5ZrdA6nZUI/AAAAAAAAChg/tEGIMgbBlfY/s400/IMG_3081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures really can't do justice to Luke's amazing personality. He is so funny and adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eY2SrAPIMj-KTAvxfKgoxQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5ZqWMsSnkI/AAAAAAAACg0/jecxNfUsLDE/s400/IMG_3059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just two cousins talking about life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pS2S0VkBuw1IOL4Sx0XagA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5ZqLXJHYqI/AAAAAAAACgo/nrsLoeP70Lg/s400/IMG_3063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/FebMarch?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Feb/March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to make more of an effort to be a regular blogger again. So no more lectures, people. My Dad even offered at one point to update my blog on my behalf. That would have been interesting. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3585956020955982725?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3585956020955982725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3585956020955982725' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3585956020955982725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3585956020955982725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-favorite-three-little-boys.html' title='My favorite three little boys...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S5Zrdh2L2DI/AAAAAAAACho/jeHdtXWIGvM/s72-c/IMG_3084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-4938035649076702514</id><published>2010-01-12T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:28:52.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard of 2009!</title><content type='html'>We left a day early for my parent's house over Christmas break and JUST beat the snow storm! Alan kept saying he could see it in our rear view mirror the whole drive up. It was EPIC. I grew up in Texas where snow flakes were very few and far between. So the 30 inches of snow we got was definitely the most I had ever seen! It was beautiful and we had so much fun sledding and making snow angels and playing in the snow. Pictures are all courtesy of my mom! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-TYFUSdJILcYHEfiNrRJLw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yqXDjfekI/AAAAAAAACdI/Ej2PiLozwSM/s400/22055_1233467248876_1595029624_573154_4038299_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XyWn-RWOVTXTQXnU4Sh6dg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yqXRRbsjI/AAAAAAAACdM/396B54Sy_3s/s400/22055_1233474329053_1595029624_573177_2093505_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ru53LwzpbpBbE7V6yqxQLw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yqXaj5nAI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Oloe_t8L0sc/s400/22055_1233474369054_1595029624_573178_1954489_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/62v2NMr29J25pu9jgAP8xg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yqXeN5YeI/AAAAAAAACdU/DlETlrvhzIY/s400/22055_1233476329103_1595029624_573189_7940966_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0nnrdazV1Q5pbmQh2wdwPQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yq87QuwTI/AAAAAAAACdg/dldcEVssncU/s400/22055_1233478249151_1595029624_573192_4895488_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hQ-3ZTKGd47XF7swcqITUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yq89fXuXI/AAAAAAAACdk/z9IQE0hQLEU/s400/22055_1233480929218_1595029624_573210_4252871_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ncqxQSW13C5_cyWFZ6Ipdw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yvJcnQmFI/AAAAAAAACeQ/nqR_MBzU7B0/s400/P1080216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CBnpSpqm62jrbnY8g0xVaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yxHuNTNgI/AAAAAAAACeY/SmxrsfreeKQ/s400/P1080115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/December?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-4938035649076702514?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4938035649076702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=4938035649076702514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4938035649076702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4938035649076702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/blizzard-of-2009.html' title='Blizzard of 2009!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S0yqXDjfekI/AAAAAAAACdI/Ej2PiLozwSM/s72-c/22055_1233467248876_1595029624_573154_4038299_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5156590692534527000</id><published>2009-11-14T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:43:33.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I don't want to Forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UyznhqITUfgPdSAN9C6IBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eAdywycI/AAAAAAAACYc/ZIrR83LTWFo/s400/IMG_2720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's easy to daydream about when my boys get older. Sleeping 8 hours uninterrupted if I choose. No diapers. Independent nose wipers. Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;But there are other times when I want to freeze time. When I'm snuggling with Jackson and reading him books before he goes to sleep and he gives me that sweet smile that melts my heart. When I'm rocking Chase in the middle of the night and he smiles up at me looking through his sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/el-7FAiNd4PuYJP-wOhGJg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eN0C9i-I/AAAAAAAACYg/7KIZwf2xGko/s400/IMG_2716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I want to remember Jackson’s slightly chubby arms wrapped around my neck when he gives me hugs. How every night he asks me to rest with him and giggles like crazy when I snuggle next to him for a few minutes talking about our day and making up stories for each other. The way he tilts his head to the side and asks quite seriously “How you doing, Mom?” The way he pats my shoulder when he can tell I’m grumpy or sad and says “It’s okay, Mom. I’ll take care of you.” How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; he says "I love you." &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j788YcS1LpVQFa5nJVpx7g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eOM6FD2I/AAAAAAAACYw/5zh4Ge8XsOA/s400/IMG_2691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he asks to be wrapped up in his towel 'like a baby' after his baths even though he insists he’s a ‘big boy’ the rest of the time. The way he tickles Chase and they laugh together. I know that before too long he won't ask me in the middle of the mall "can I have a hug, mom?" like he did today. I know that he won't stop me in the canned foods aisle at the grocery store and pat my hand and say "I love you sooooo much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5doSJPqOGFjXu4FxplCN-A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eONBnILI/AAAAAAAACYo/GH7dsV41ge0/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; I want to remember Chase’s sweet gummy smiles that will be turning into toothy smiles so soon. The way he watches me while he eats with his big, beautiful eyes and his long lashes. How he’ll pull back and just smile at me adoringly. The way his eyes follow Jackson and how quick he is to smile as soon as Jackson smiles. How he cranes his neck all around the room when he hears Jackson’s voice. &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wPZHRZm4_ZxP45jOh3ppOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eOPCoPNI/AAAAAAAACYs/Xe4ikcySfZs/s400/IMG_2700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His INCREDIBLE laugh. The way he sometimes snuggles into my shoulder or my chest when he’s really sleepy and sighs. The peace he emits when he’s falling asleep and his eyes close ever so slowly with longer and longer blinks. The way he slaps his arm up and down smacking my arm when I’m trying to sleep and he wants me to wake up. It’s his ‘pay attention to me!’ slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-V1nIFH_A_Hx-XSppAp5Bw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eSyR6y0I/AAAAAAAACY0/bCLQ5s_AHk8/s400/IMG_2687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to remember, cherish, and hold on to these moments as they pass because I know there will be good and bad with each stage of life. And there is so much good right now. I don't want to be one of those people who dwells on the past and talks about how much I miss the baby stage. I want to enjoy my boys every day. Even when Jackson makes his favorite 'mean face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2UBaueyfEl_BvC8NXOCc3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eNymDSWI/AAAAAAAACYk/cUKqzangdKA/s800/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Even when there are diapers to change. Even when there are fights. Even when they are teenagers. Oh please,do not let them act like I did as a teenager. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God for every day you give me with these precious boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5156590692534527000?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5156590692534527000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5156590692534527000' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5156590692534527000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5156590692534527000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-dont-want-to-forget.html' title='Things I don&apos;t want to Forget.'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eAdywycI/AAAAAAAACYc/ZIrR83LTWFo/s72-c/IMG_2720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-583255068445582065</id><published>2009-11-14T20:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:58:09.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qyZFxeKBnaAUxg_y3oadBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eAKkHbKI/AAAAAAAACYY/2t-QdNpsVGM/s400/IMG_2728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FALL in Virginia! This season is stunning. The mountains become rainbows of colors as the trees shift to crimsons, gold, orange, etc. I always find fall a little bittersweet. It means Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner. It means the possibility of snow days with my husband. But it also means winter and everything that entails. Brr. I just shivered thinking of it even though today was 75 and sunny. We've been taking lots of long walks now that the mosquitoes have met their fate (YES- score one point for fall!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TV-XkAe--aYGXo1txZXaRQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9d_33KZ6I/AAAAAAAACYQ/couLzR93Jew/s400/IMG_2731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves running through the leaves and jumping into big piles of them and throwing them at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/umNJgUidyZT7-4fkOKS1_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eALuZ1EI/AAAAAAAACYU/m8YCa8GEKuw/s400/IMG_2730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/November?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan has started doing "night walks" with Jackson. Since it gets dark now at 5:30 (BOO. -1 point from Fall) the after dinner walks involve flashlights. They go out on their adventures and Jackson thinks this is the coolest idea ever. We live in a relatively safe neighborhood. Good schools, the majority of the houses are kept up well, typical middle class neighborhood. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; noticed that on both of my running/walking routes there is at least one building with some not so pleasant "BLOOD" graffiti. Yep, as in the gang. I always carry pepper spray no matter where I am (except for the airport- they took mine away last time I brought it there). My neighbor down the street had her car stolen from her parking space which is pretty much in her back yard a couple nights ago. She had left her keys in her diaper bag and someone thought they hit the jackpot. Fortunately her husband was able to recover it soon after. So needless to say, I always tell Alan to be careful on his night walks. I also ask him to bring my pepper spray since bringing my .22 pistol isn't the best idea with a toddler in tow.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he came home and I asked him if he saw any gangs.&lt;br /&gt;He said no, but he did see a guy with a giant gun get out of his truck and walk towards them.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;He said no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I said what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;He said the dude was all in camo (it's the first day of hunting here) and he turned the corner and went into his house before he got really close to Alan and Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-583255068445582065?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/583255068445582065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=583255068445582065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/583255068445582065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/583255068445582065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is Here!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sv9eAKkHbKI/AAAAAAAACYY/2t-QdNpsVGM/s72-c/IMG_2728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8184240948934789184</id><published>2009-11-06T12:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:13:46.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's Latest Tricks...</title><content type='html'>These are some of Jackson's new party tricks on display. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Here he is being 'interviewed' and singing (a short version of) the song "Hit the Road Jack" which he thinks was written for him. Much like I though Carly Simon wrote "You're so Vain" for me when I was growing up because my mom told me it was. What? I loved mirrors. And yes, that is his incredible falsetto he is using while singing "What you say?" at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_2735.flv" height="361" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jackson reciting the books of the Old Testament that he's been learning at preschool. Last week I picked him up from preschool and saw on his daily report that he knew the books of the bible through Ezra. I couldn't imagine he actually did since I didn't even know he had been learning them but I asked him and sure enough, he recited them perfectly. He asked me to help him with what came next when he got to Ezra and I had no idea. My husband thought that was hilarious. I guess those of us educated in public schools somehow missed the memorizing the OT unit. I know my New Testament! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_2736.flv" height="361" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we conclude with Jackson singing the song, "I Have Decided to Follow Jesus." I didn't know he knew this song either until one day he was sitting next to me playing cars and singing this song. I love the way he sings the word 'follow'. Melts my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_2737.flv"height="361" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8184240948934789184?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8184240948934789184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8184240948934789184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8184240948934789184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8184240948934789184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/jacksons-latest-tricks.html' title='Jackson&apos;s Latest Tricks...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-4606713930073339254</id><published>2009-10-28T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:18:36.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visting Alan at Work...</title><content type='html'>We had never seen Alan's school before so we decided to go by and visit him on a teacher's work day when we met him for lunch. The high school he works at is beautiful. It's huge and it's spread out into several campuses but the original building is very picturesque! Jackson was in awe of the whole experience. I think it's fun for him to be able to picture in his head where Alan goes to work everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to put Chase in his bear suit. Alan has mentioned that some of his fellow teachers are more dog people than they are kid people. I figured this way I could trick the animal lovers into liking Chase and the baby lovers would just think he looked extra cuddly. It totally worked, I think. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DSleMXSc2jHI8FGnrTh3mg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuhkbG9-m-I/AAAAAAAACXM/DH581q2K9mY/s400/IMG_2643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson checked out some of the reading material. He thinks Ray Bradbury is overrated (much like his mother does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_GTLfoTpU-Jfm4ASY0R88Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuhkUa03nXI/AAAAAAAACXE/xoFegG-2RWM/s400/IMG_2646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase was in a great mood the whole time. He was smiling and cooing and saying Dadadadada- his latest trick. I think he was excited to see Alan in the middle of the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/whzq5Q5MVQAN_bJx9jYoFg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuhkUOuwjtI/AAAAAAAACW8/y2oB15dxz7E/s400/IMG_2651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my three boys together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Yg13iZbSk8IqRrQCn5ViLA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuhkUFaNaMI/AAAAAAAACW4/4tNkO_DRy2w/s400/IMG_2652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jackson wants to be a teacher. He made me sit at a desk and he handed me a piece of paper and a pencil and told me not to write on my desk. Then he decided to draw on the white board and told me to draw the same thing and spent the next 5 minutes telling me how I didn't do it right. Sigh. School is hard. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-4606713930073339254?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4606713930073339254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=4606713930073339254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4606713930073339254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4606713930073339254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/visting-alan-at-work.html' title='Visting Alan at Work...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuhkbG9-m-I/AAAAAAAACXM/DH581q2K9mY/s72-c/IMG_2643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-2708352729963223212</id><published>2009-10-24T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:38:04.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's a Month Behind?</title><content type='html'>I'm a month behind. Luckily, Oktoberfest seems like it should take place in October. I'm not sure why, something about the name perhaps? It actually took place in Montclair mid-September but we'll pretend this was October so I won't feel so far behind. Kay, thanks? Most families regard holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving as the big holidays. In the Blecksmith family, we love holidays. ALL holidays. We love to celebrate! This includes the celebration of all things German known as Oktoberfest. After all, what says holiday more than a petting zoo, pony rides, a bouncey house, beer, and bratwurst!? So the WHOLE family came from all over the state- Richmond, Blacksburg, Roanoke, and Harrisonburg and came 'home' to Montclair. Home to our mom and dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aqdXwud9jXPtnkQwjUgAAQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNqU7y-ooI/AAAAAAAACVo/XDGIRKTrpYs/s400/7326_1165406507400_1595029624_417535_7996410_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Sigh. I love them so. =)&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, Dad took Luke and Jackson around the block by pulling them in his bike trailer. Jackson thought it was pretty awesome. Luke had some concerns. &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ocTkAQAzk6VNHzX1Zqe5SA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNr2Q5rqDI/AAAAAAAACWA/HecvJM10NXE/s400/7326_1165395307120_1595029624_417512_5002400_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AtSaRFc6u0_vY9UPs8r-QQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNu9MdJ3TI/AAAAAAAACWU/LXwKdBobEkg/s400/10520_136557818049_516793049_2542900_8077960_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Please note the cousins holding hands! Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are getting ready to walk to the beach at the lake where the festivities are occurring. We look perky and all-american.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lconXZd86shZORq0A8dW9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNr2WYXvxI/AAAAAAAACV8/88iN1w7SRT8/s400/7326_1165398587202_1595029624_417519_2251573_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are walking to the lake. We look bad A and gang-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1HrMA0P4-kGVoyLzj1ExUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNu9FIqLGI/AAAAAAAACWM/xN8QbgKUxfU/s400/10520_136558003049_516793049_2542928_7934922_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Jackson's face upon arriving. Oh, to have the enthusiasm of a three year old every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ITV1U6836hT5rDLWZtW8Dw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNu9KK9ZNI/AAAAAAAACWI/EMHKJNY6vKQ/s400/10520_136558028049_516793049_2542933_2994148_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Jackson being a cowboy on his noble steed, Lucky the Pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_J93iTk5etetGKKzfCNOiA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNr2NFMYRI/AAAAAAAACV4/sUBlP2S6ff8/s400/7326_1165401507275_1595029624_417524_2172548_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Chase looking a little less enthusiastic about the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8TyuwuT2JX0M1bZZx9tDaA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNqVJEpWRI/AAAAAAAACV0/1I902DUSgzc/s400/7326_1165401547276_1595029624_417525_4933813_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my adorable nephew Luke with his Gpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8AroNQDq2bhLYnMMD7XiZQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNqVKzmwbI/AAAAAAAACVw/OZjKaVAA3zs/s400/7326_1165401587277_1595029624_417526_549268_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the WHOLE family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dpAgev4J4VbSLkomz2r1OQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNqU3WzS0I/AAAAAAAACVs/MNW6YlDLwco/s400/7326_1165406467399_1595029624_417534_6784611_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another successful Oktoberfest for the Blecksmith/Janney/Pierson family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-2708352729963223212?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2708352729963223212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=2708352729963223212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2708352729963223212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2708352729963223212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/whos-month-behind.html' title='Who&apos;s a Month Behind?'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SuNqU7y-ooI/AAAAAAAACVo/XDGIRKTrpYs/s72-c/7326_1165406507400_1595029624_417535_7996410_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-4487702424139618689</id><published>2009-10-03T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:12:18.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Chase Laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NDU*Mjg*OTQ4MCZwdD*xMjU*NTQyOTI3MzI3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*zYjM4NWI4MGQ1MGM*MTQ*YTNjOGFhYzc3MzJjYmE4YyZvZj*w.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;Does it get much better than a smiling, laughing, chubby baby in a diaper!?! I sure don't think so. &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_2462.flv" height="361" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-4487702424139618689?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4487702424139618689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=4487702424139618689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4487702424139618689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4487702424139618689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Baby Chase Laughing'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1732869484944166645</id><published>2009-09-29T19:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:46:10.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne's ETSY page</title><content type='html'>My sister Anne has always been incredibly artistic and creative. I have Anne originals hanging up around my house and I don't hang just anyone's art. Just Monet, Vettriano,&lt;br /&gt;and Anne. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PICT0012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/PICT0012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne's paintings and drawings really are spectacular so when she decided to take up sewing stuffed animals I was a little bit perplexed. Then when I saw her creations, I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BhF1RcvohdtzdErvma6c0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKoO0DIZjI/AAAAAAAACUo/Sx1IQibDP9A/s400/il_430xN.92791293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She creates many of her own patterns and she also makes each one into her own work of art paying attention to the little details and the combination of colors and fabrics as only an artist can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QVJrMa8ZxNEnvMu5p6HGwg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKoO_ps71I/AAAAAAAACUw/WIi3gKG8lyo/s400/il_430xN.88466019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her creations make perfect gifts for newborns, toddlers, or older kids who collect a certain animal. She does beautiful hand embroidery and even personalization if requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wjwZXkVwCKDdz4mUNN1nig?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKqAoMHJNI/AAAAAAAACVI/m3xZ5XNLIv8/s400/il_430xN.83675097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of her creations can double as decorative nursery accessories in addition to being a snuggly toy or pillow for the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/283p_OTjl9bSL0LqLsrfVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKpcjw9f2I/AAAAAAAACVE/hBl4bTDBtpo/s400/il_430xN.90357642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Chase found his star particularly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;She even does custom art for nurseries or children's rooms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/--HFaz7DY9uJoB-iZgVHEw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKoO7axLLI/AAAAAAAACUs/vkAYKQcjt3Q/s400/il_430xN.90487637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/SeptOct?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;sept/oct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her shop in case you'd like to take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7658592"&gt;PreciousPeaches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is an awesome review that was recently done of her shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepennypinchingmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-precious-peach-review-giveaway.html?showComment=1254261650969#c7377215679976633392"&gt;REVIEW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a really cool blog in general that you should check out if you get the chance!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just had to brag on my sister because I'm super proud of her! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1732869484944166645?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1732869484944166645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1732869484944166645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1732869484944166645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1732869484944166645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/annes-etsy-page.html' title='Anne&apos;s ETSY page'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SsKoO0DIZjI/AAAAAAAACUo/Sx1IQibDP9A/s72-c/il_430xN.92791293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-2608935115201817075</id><published>2009-08-31T00:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:28:18.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3 Month Birthday to Chase!</title><content type='html'>I asked Alan to snap a few pics of Chase when he got home from work in honor of his 3 month Birthday. He took some of my favorite pics of Chase to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wup6HNU7coFDdyeuUg33Ow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptDvZ8S_5I/AAAAAAAACTM/1KmRAtnj7T4/s400/IMG_2381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little munchkin. I think Alan described him best to me when he said "he just tries to be happy." He really does. He is content and needs so little to keep him happy. If his diaper is clean and his tummy is full and he's had a nap, there is like a 1% chance he's going to fuss. It's like he knows that Jackson requires some of my attention and energy and decided to take it easy on me. Such a sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YgHZWngdSEIKK54B8x6FDQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptDvQU_GjI/AAAAAAAACTI/ss9lnAZNSgQ/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This handsome little smile comes easier and easier these days. I had him in his Bumbo the other day and he would smile and laugh every time I'd say "Hi Chase!" Oh, if only everyone were so easy to entertain. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ltlWijlY9UEkc2_xYBbsIg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptDvT0Pw0I/AAAAAAAACTE/5FmekSmYibw/s400/IMG_2383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; And then there is his laugh. He laughs pretty easily too these days. I LOVE LOVE LOVE his laugh. It's kind of raspy and just adorable. If baby laughs don't melt your heart, then I just don't think you have one. They are the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a random Jackson story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;I almost never wear glasses because I have day/night lenses which you sleep in and leave in all the time. Tonight, I decided to wear my glasses to give my eyes a break for once. Alan likes my glasses. He also thinks Tina Fey is cute so his opinion doesn't count for much in this area. Jackson hasn't ever seen me in glasses and when I went in to kiss him goodnight he said "Mommy, boys don't like it when girls wear glasses. Take them off." Hm...thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Sr3b5AYAYbRDpu0Rqua_yA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYBo-I6xI/AAAAAAAACRQ/HCuxxrGbR_k/s800/IMG_2245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-2608935115201817075?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2608935115201817075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=2608935115201817075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2608935115201817075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2608935115201817075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-3-month-birthday-to-chase.html' title='Happy 3 Month Birthday to Chase!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptDvZ8S_5I/AAAAAAAACTM/1KmRAtnj7T4/s72-c/IMG_2381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-9198396372864657125</id><published>2009-08-30T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:08:42.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's Birthday Party...</title><content type='html'>Jackson's 3rd Birthday this year was a very laid back event. The past two birthdays have been fairly big. This year, due to schedule conflicts for setting a date, we decided to just have family for his party. We had the first party on Saturday with my family (minus Anne, Danny, and Luke who were at the beach- we missed them!). My Mom and Dad took Jackson out to lunch at his favorite place (Chick-fil-a) and then out to the mall. Liz, Becky, Alan, and I (Chase too- but he wasn't very helpful) then went to work at setting up streamers, balloons, banners, making and decorating cupcakes, and donning party hats. We all hid in the dining room and heard Jackson coming in saying "Hey guys!" "Guys?" "Look! Balloons! Ooh!!" Then we all jumped out at Jackson yelling SURPRISE when they brought him inside and he went from looking slightly terrified to completely ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XJTDcrksRUe0TQYuHIb-ZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptECBbObUI/AAAAAAAACTo/KWQDhVjp02s/s400/IMG_2290_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to grab a birthday horn and march around the house with us blowing the horn and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JBl3dIg-uIrnuwq8TzskmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEeE_xtlI/AAAAAAAACT8/e7U2g4yUsKU/s400/5454_1143679324234_1595029624_354587_2180407_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The birthday horn Jackson wouldn't put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oi6YK4sRjAOQ7axq2dP83w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEd59Bq4I/AAAAAAAACTs/Rc19bJK9O3U/s400/IMG_2284_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Chase did not love Jackson's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WCkBYxGLAP2S3vsbPZrseA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEB25fHII/AAAAAAAACTk/naYr48mfM1U/s400/IMG_2293_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; My favorite pic of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-IgHae9TDIhRzaSEUBGsMA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEBz_8PbI/AAAAAAAACTg/iBH3E1cbT7Y/s400/IMG_2294_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Jackson's football Auntie Anne made him. It's PERFECT because he's allowed to throw it in the house. Check out her other custom made creations: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7658592"&gt;Anne's ETSY shop&lt;/a&gt; SO CUTE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X9SHm2e5Djl9xO3VMpVIow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEd2yK44I/AAAAAAAACT0/BSBU6j0G_Ec/s400/5889_121308158049_516793049_2358169_4644883_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; A wonderful nap time break with sisters and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BYB9xTpGs-VOhRMfuc2emA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEeK36vQI/AAAAAAAACT4/A283JT9gkCM/s400/5454_1143679364235_1595029624_354588_2216438_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Post dinner walk- working off the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Jackson's actual birthday), my family packed up and headed home. We met with the Janney family that evening for a fun dinner at Red Robin and then came back for another birthday party and for cupcakes and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BcQGKI6R4ZbqHt5WvD59tg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEBm2tyoI/AAAAAAAACTY/Wtt-hoYJq9A/s400/IMG_2352_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Auntie Meg and her two nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8QTa_Td3E4M5pOaLQKL_Yw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptDvjUIl0I/AAAAAAAACTQ/7uR-e1Emmec/s400/IMG_2358_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Debbie (Nana) with Jackson and his new bike. How cute is she in her skinny jeans!? Jackson had a blast and got lots of fun presents that he was eager to open up and show how they worked to Megan, Nana, and Papa. We sang him Happy Birthday and he blew out another set of candles. He definitely woke up on Monday wondering if it was still his birthday since he'd had such an epic weekend with all of his favorite people (minus Anne, Danny, and Luke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zczLW0qLV7C09a1iVZ7QEg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptEB7XqvKI/AAAAAAAACTc/ZvlcJYgLvOU/s400/IMG_2336_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my beautiful three year old. I love your sensitivity, your amazing sense of humor, your sweet attitude towards your baby brother, your wonderful hugs, your endless curiosity, your growing love for Jesus, your obsession with all things boy (sports, trains, planes, cars, ambulances, firetrucks, police cars, etc.). I love all the things that make you YOU, Jackson Ryan Janney. It's been an incredible three years! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-9198396372864657125?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9198396372864657125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=9198396372864657125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9198396372864657125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9198396372864657125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/jacksons-birthday-party.html' title='Jackson&apos;s Birthday Party...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SptECBbObUI/AAAAAAAACTo/KWQDhVjp02s/s72-c/IMG_2290_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3079842287022543807</id><published>2009-08-22T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:04:45.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend and Cousin Time...</title><content type='html'>Jackson got to hang out with Emma again recently. For a little background on who Emma is, see previous blog &lt;a href="http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/jackson-and-emmas-first-date.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-date.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and if you scroll down to Emma's birthday party in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RNUKIG9kKQ-VpEzJ40X0Tw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAY3CMP7GI/AAAAAAAACR0/luks75J9LcA/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Jackson pretending to be asleep. Emma's not fooled. Yes, please note the forehead sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_COmtXndcizdowDK_bl3hg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAY3Zhe3QI/AAAAAAAACR4/ZEO1r4JJlGQ/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Jackson and Emma cracking up. Love this one. Amelia, Jon, Emma, and Ella spent most of the day with us and it was so much fun! A lot different from our college roomie days since we now have two babies and two toddlers but still so much fun. =) I didn't get any pics of Ella (she's 1) but she was totally eyeing Chase. A definite Cougar in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple pics of Jackson with his cousin, Luke. They are taking a "silly bath" at Gigi and Gpa's house together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JNWo5ilSE0xnvc1xS4IYrw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpBAtTf1FtI/AAAAAAAACSg/2bcRPScTUFw/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-52upphw5sDI7hYh_0OSNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpBAtO3z4RI/AAAAAAAACSc/y-AQ_wOUFyY/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; I don't think this kid could possibly get cuter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1bINk5NZwp8jPRxcEZv8ow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpBAtHd_EmI/AAAAAAAACSY/wvO3_RR4Djc/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; He's pretty darn cute, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3079842287022543807?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3079842287022543807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3079842287022543807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3079842287022543807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3079842287022543807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/girlfriend-and-cousin-time.html' title='Girlfriend and Cousin Time...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAY3CMP7GI/AAAAAAAACR0/luks75J9LcA/s72-c/IMG_2194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-2786360994753662326</id><published>2009-08-22T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:21:13.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected Number 2.</title><content type='html'>Chase is not really neglected. I like to call him that mostly for my sister Anne's benefit. She was number 2 in our family and likes to pretend that she didn't get as much attention as I did. We have a family video of Anne and I modeling clothes for our grandparents. I think I was turning 5 or 6 which means that Anne was 3 or 4.  Anne was totally getting an equal amount of attention but at one point in the video Anne says to herself while rocking back and forth "Everybody wants Sarah. Everybody wants Sarah." It is a classic moment in our family video archives which we like to quote a lot. Since Jackson had a whole blog dedicated to him at this age, I figure I should do at least one post of pictures of just Chase. Chase will be 3 months in a few days. He smiles, he laughs, he coos, he can roll over both ways, he loves to watch Jackson and smiles at him constantly. He grabs at toys and loves to rub blankets against his face. He is a great sleeper, a great eater (obviously- please note the rolls on this child), and so laid back and sweet. He is the kind of baby that makes you think having a baby is easy even though that usually isn't the case. I absolutely adore him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IHYTgWh_sKNRkr_8uN21bw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYBnOTkeI/AAAAAAAACRU/TigtD3T3GMM/s400/IMG_2243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Sweet little sleeper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4hga0jPZVkzhub-UX_QInA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAY3PNM9xI/AAAAAAAACRw/YZwNa2YAuT0/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; My smiley baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lo6QEwz5zPqG2iUkkUnoew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAY3gZJBuI/AAAAAAAACR8/V14cpHQjM-c/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He loves to stick out his tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6OEV2LGOGpl7RJxO-B5MIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYba3x-MI/AAAAAAAACRo/AziPudFzy4A/s400/IMG_2204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Clearly annoyed about another bath tub pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sR4HnnQsGgI8rcQ-NpIqhw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYa04kTLI/AAAAAAAACRc/lZOshgkZluA/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Just hanging out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-2786360994753662326?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2786360994753662326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=2786360994753662326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2786360994753662326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2786360994753662326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/neglected-number-2.html' title='Neglected Number 2.'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYBnOTkeI/AAAAAAAACRU/TigtD3T3GMM/s72-c/IMG_2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-542658398345482031</id><published>2009-08-22T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:03:36.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in my Life...</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I always dreamed of being a stay at home mom. When people would ask me even when I was really little what I wanted to be I'd say "A mom, teacher, nurse, and princess." I didn't want to limit my options. When I worked at a bank for a little over a year I realized that working a 9-5 job with only 2 weeks of vacation was sort of awful. I liked dressing up every day because I...well, I'm just kind of girly like that. =) I liked meeting lots of nice people and having happy hour nights out on the town with co-workers. But I HATED the lack of flexibility in my schedule. I hated that I couldn't take vacations when I wanted to or visit my family for holidays for more than a day or two. I hated the monotony of it all and the lack of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;  I quit that job to finish college and get my teaching license. Teaching was MUCH more my thing. I taught in a low income school about 30 minutes from where I lived. I loved that I was able to love kids who came from broken homes and didn't get much attention at home. I taught first grade and then kindergarten and they were both so much fun to teach! I still got to dress up every day (although it was much more dress slacks and flats rather then pencil skirts and heels). I got breaks for all the holidays AND summer. It was so much more fulfilling!&lt;br /&gt;  And then Jackson came along and teaching went out the window pretty quickly. I couldn't imagine dropping my baby off at a daycare and letting someone else spend most of his waking moments with him. I got to see every developmental milestone first. The first time he smiled, laughed, sat up, walked, talked, etc. And now I'm getting to do the same with Chase! It is such a privilege and joy. Most days I really love it and can't believe how blessed I am. Other days, I look out the window at my neighbors in their dressy work clothes heading off to their 9-5 jobs and think "Oooh, that must be so nice!" Like sometimes on days where Jackson is talking incessantly and insisting that I play Little People, Thomas the Train, School, Cars, AND Hide n Go seek for the 50th time. Or when Chase is being fussy for no reason (Okay, seriously- that's happened maybe once. That kid is such an easy baby). Most days though, my heart is overflowing with love and affection for my two boys. I laugh so much. I've never been so content and I really believe that's because this is who God made me to be and I'm getting to fulfill my purpose. =)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of a typical day at home (a side note, my children wear very cute clothes when we go places...underwear and diapers are not the norm!=)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zKctQ-tSp-vVVn_WdpWMIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAXMKt0WcI/AAAAAAAACQ4/QMg5Bb0Bj3s/s400/IMG_2254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; This is Jackson being a train engineer. He lines up our chairs and plays this daily. I have to...err...get to ride the train. We escape from lions and snakes and go magical places like "Gigi and Gpas house" "church" and "Chuck E.Cheese." Yeah, those are Jackson's top 3 pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qFE4oY5_Xy-svn5YaM7BeQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYBQlgPTI/AAAAAAAACRM/seNTMEaOKVk/s400/IMG_2248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; This is Chase calling for 'HELP!!' Jackson loves decorating himself with stickers and has recently discovered that he really likes to decorate his little brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/If_k_8RN9TJPdiC1J0BwQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAXMKQlVsI/AAAAAAAACRA/EYKcMZ7G9lc/s400/IMG_2250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Jackson is very pleased with his work. Chase is not impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_CRUkiURHRCvkrW--E0ENA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAYBaJnu5I/AAAAAAAACRE/IcMGCDpyQ6s/s400/IMG_2249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Chase's sweet smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-542658398345482031?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/542658398345482031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=542658398345482031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/542658398345482031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/542658398345482031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-my-life.html' title='A Day in my Life...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAXMKt0WcI/AAAAAAAACQ4/QMg5Bb0Bj3s/s72-c/IMG_2254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1301488223097896855</id><published>2009-08-22T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:23:22.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann and Elliot's Wedding...</title><content type='html'>We met Ann and Elliot about seven years ago when they were both Freshmen in high school. It was back during our Young Life leading days. We got to follow their relationship through high school (off and on ;-)) and into the real world and now into marriage! Ann's the same age that I was when I got married (21) and that seems so young to me now! It was a really fun weekend because Kevin, Leslie, and their new baby Harper Grace came and stayed with us (boo...no pics!). We had Cory and Melynda and Trevor over for brunch the morning of the wedding so we could all hang out. It's funny how most of our college friends now have babies! We're becoming grown ups for REAL! We also got to see our good friends Cassie and Andy. They do NOT have babies unless you count their dog (I don't). They've only been married for a year though so that's probably for the best! =) I also got to see several old YL girls who I'd missed: Whitney, Mary Lee, Megan, and Laura. Here are some pics from the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K62V3G06C_plGr370MLcSA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAXL9qttmI/AAAAAAAACQ0/qAWVqGaMGvg/s400/IMG_2259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ann and Elliot cutting the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Kdmoqb0Fm0y8x3fE7YgrpQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAXL3Y2vWI/AAAAAAAACQw/vCW1Dz_Xx78/s800/IMG_2260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ann and Cassie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YULxV66mvGBG8i8gk0LRFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAW-TvkF4I/AAAAAAAACQs/NOxcKfeTzX8/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Family pic! Jackson loved the wedding because he (re)met his old friend Whitney and when we left he told me "I love Whitney!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DWtJcYcWajXH1Jd5O-P5WQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAW-d4r_vI/AAAAAAAACQo/U-9bTIUy5uI/s400/IMG_2262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Alan and Elliot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BIIp2eGTkTn2Be7WjhDBAA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAW-E85jgI/AAAAAAAACQk/trOAsCF1GfU/s400/IMG_2261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Some of my favorite girls. I don't know why my eyes look so squinty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ePjImosd7RUpMeoyxN5sYw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAW-DAqmpI/AAAAAAAACQg/SzsbsnHzYPQ/s400/IMG_2264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Cass and I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1301488223097896855?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1301488223097896855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1301488223097896855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1301488223097896855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1301488223097896855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/ann-and-elliots-wedding.html' title='Ann and Elliot&apos;s Wedding...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAXL9qttmI/AAAAAAAACQ0/qAWVqGaMGvg/s72-c/IMG_2259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8563966295598198020</id><published>2009-08-22T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:46:06.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Similarities?</title><content type='html'>Do you think these brothers look alike at all?&lt;br /&gt;Biggest similarity I can see: neither one has any neck at all. I guess that is what happens when your babies are in the 90th percentile weight wise. The doctor assured me that's great and that you can't overfeed a baby that's only breastfed! =)&lt;br /&gt;Biggest difference: Chase has hair and Jackson was a baldie.&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see if they end up looking anything alike as they get older!&lt;br /&gt;Jackson at 2 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VQ0d-p-vKjPGRDEbj1LLpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAPGa4714I/AAAAAAAACQE/3yOQIe7P-Ps/s400/PICT0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3Cutj0Pqu3XWxwJlCHIxFQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpARZhe1e5I/AAAAAAAACQY/bBvDOTcnQ2Q/s400/PICT0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8R5G5rzutXgHI_ozdTuDRQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpARZdQ3v9I/AAAAAAAACQU/GZsat3rOEwQ/s400/PICT0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase at 2 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nX57VdF-KCbjD0rey28PDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAPGewfZQI/AAAAAAAACQM/PiVbvAp7UeE/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PT9EURfn9KUi1yBDVxLm3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAPGgaZfiI/AAAAAAAACQQ/XnTvgYUcPNQ/s400/IMG_2217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HnJsqXB0LpnF1PcXV0k7Gw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAPGTwsXfI/AAAAAAAACQI/ZWFUGWzo9ig/s400/IMG_2222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/August?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8563966295598198020?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8563966295598198020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8563966295598198020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8563966295598198020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8563966295598198020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/any-similarities.html' title='Any Similarities?'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SpAPGa4714I/AAAAAAAACQE/3yOQIe7P-Ps/s72-c/PICT0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8349247249607824138</id><published>2009-08-17T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:43:29.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach- 2009</title><content type='html'>This is our third consecutive beach trip with the Janney family. I look forward to these trips all year for several reasons. One- I LOVE the beach. The ocean, the sun, the sand, the sounds, the smell- LOVE it all! Two- I married into a great family. My in-laws are two of the nicest people and I love getting to vacation with them. Three- seeing my boys at the beach! Granted, Chase was only 6 weeks old, but I think he was definitely feeling the ocean vibe. Jackson's first beach trip was when he was around 10 months old and he loved it as seen: &lt;a href="http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-vacation-looks-like.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little apprehensive about this trip for a couple of reasons: One- as previously stated, Chase was only 6 weeks old. Most babies at this age aren't anywhere close to sleeping through the night. Chase, however, slept like a CHAMP! Two- I was going to have to wear a swimsuit 6 weeks after having a baby. I was definitely not ready to rock a bikini. Luckily, thanks to all my summers at Young Life camps, I had quite the array of tankinis which worked just fine. I also noticed while there that there are a lot of very large people at the beach, many of whom don't hesitate to wear bikinis. I tried to lay my towel as close to theirs as possible to feel better...and it kind of worked. Is that wrong!?&lt;br /&gt;Picture time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xbjxSwby4xwJzOzk4s24ZQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1JUnquNCI/AAAAAAAACMA/AoYzDaU9UiQ/s400/IMG_2139_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase wouldn't look at the camera (rude little guy) and I was saying through gritted teeth "Jackson, SMILE, or you will not get a cookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BXVS6jasaubqo6t-y7mGaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1P1KHh5UI/AAAAAAAACME/0zZJ7fTFENA/s400/IMG_2142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My adorable in-laws (Nana and Papa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0yuY966fp1OWKMMaviDxlw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1P1aEztwI/AAAAAAAACMI/QrDllw1qt0M/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My sister in-law, Megan and her boyfriend, Scott. We were SO glad he came this year because we&lt;br /&gt;all love Scott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hch8h0NP-wPZuRr4L_ISbA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1P1XmIHZI/AAAAAAAACMM/kBNiYsHx-Sc/s400/IMG_2151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jackson being tricky and asking me where his feet were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M7KvHXzmq2snwN-FTOVxwg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1P1rEOHzI/AAAAAAAACMU/_KAMyvD1w1g/s400/IMG_2162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My darling husband. We had a great time together. We got to go out on our first date with out the boys since Chase was born which was wonderful. We also went out to the hot tub a couple nights after the boys were in bed and got tropical drinks from the beach side Tiki bar! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8PqG5hPyWNSGwjTSFk27FQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1QU3WeJbI/AAAAAAAACMc/un7tRmDE4XA/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There was a LOT of time spent playing Mario Cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/khRw76od5Z7HxQQCAfXGQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1QU3pIi4I/AAAAAAAACMk/TKy5sDfHtps/s400/IMG_2170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My chubby little Chase giving his half smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lJCdjACWk4Z1q63H66Td3A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1UHyukBsI/AAAAAAAACMs/J2uWAebBBUc/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Daddy and Jackson in the lazy river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Cs3ZR_vjo-yPWVFinJz8EA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1VataFg1I/AAAAAAAACM8/-WepCaMtZ1I/s400/IMG_2097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Chase after I took him in the lazy river. WHAT!? It was heated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W53VhDyFa5L7YQYew59UHA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1VapBAYTI/AAAAAAAACNA/IFvdvR_xWHg/s288/IMG_2104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Playing in the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PvNYdbzAGr5yitNz6ljSwQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1VayA50sI/AAAAAAAACNI/qTIAWpZRl9Y/s400/IMG_2121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He's PRETTY cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wmg1mGipHKwEhLyZVMKFRQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1WERwREVI/AAAAAAAACNg/fviurFNF-gY/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;View from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IHTOdi6WmxB11cKWY3V9cg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1WETk_QCI/AAAAAAAACNk/bSyfP7CcOC8/s400/IMG_2175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;View from our side balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qOTagsIV7d69gGf6I4dpsg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1WS_MAlWI/AAAAAAAACNo/PejTofJE3fA/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;View from our bedroom. The sunrise was gorgeous the morning I saw it (thanks, Chase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite parts of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tO_kZR1YrnjMVQAaHfSsRg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1X4-DMfFI/AAAAAAAACNw/g172605JaRg/s400/5930_122276231960_534236960_2598968_5726824_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;THIS place we ate (as seen behind Larry, Debbie, and Jackson). I loooove crab legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3p0LD78DW-f8r2bkh29fmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1UIHKCFeI/AAAAAAAACM4/Q265U90MSbw/s400/IMG_2096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Our trip to Broadway at the beach where the totally sweet hat seen above was purchased. I never get tired of going there! Jackson loved feeding the giant fish and ducks and the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Op2uzXyJx88fenaoReT3sg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1UH33CNmI/AAAAAAAACMw/cLMc7XwGngk/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fNXPAysGK5xDJ6MxnU6zZw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1P1YEojbI/AAAAAAAACMQ/gdeEorJF1qc/s800/IMG_2153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacationing with these people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8349247249607824138?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8349247249607824138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8349247249607824138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8349247249607824138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8349247249607824138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-2009.html' title='Beach- 2009'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1JUnquNCI/AAAAAAAACMA/AoYzDaU9UiQ/s72-c/IMG_2139_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1309756838096387230</id><published>2009-08-01T21:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:46:36.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm a genius.</title><content type='html'>A few stories to share:&lt;br /&gt;1) Yesterday I made Jackson mad while he was eating lunch and I came in from the kitchen to talk to him about it and he pounded his fist on the table and yelled at me "You're a GENIUS!!!! Go back in the kitchen!" totally fiercely. I laughed and told him that genius means a really smart person and he ignored me for the rest of his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize that this is not great parenting but sometimes...I just have to laugh. =)&lt;br /&gt;2) We were getting ready for the wedding and Jackson was protesting wearing the dress shirt that I had set out for him. "WHY do I have to wear this shirt, Mom?" "Because it's a wedding, Jackson. We wear our nice clothes to weddings." "No, Mom. I want to wear my mean clothes to the wedding."&lt;br /&gt;We HAVE been working on opposites lately.&lt;br /&gt;3) On the way to a wedding today I explained to Jackson that there would be a party with cake after the wedding. He got VERY excited and when we were almost there he clapped his hands together and said "We're going to Jackson's party! I get bicycle and cupcakes!" His birthday is coming up and those are the things he wants for his birthday. I had to quickly explain that this party was for Ann and Elliot and he took the news well once he realized he was still getting cake.&lt;br /&gt;4) On the way home from the wedding Jackson was VERY tired and way past due for his nap. Alan and I were talking and he said "Pardon me" as he's been asked to say if he needs to interrupt. "Yes, Jackson?' I replied. Jackson said, "Mom, stop talking and go make me a sandwich." Hmm...we're still working on the manners.&lt;br /&gt;I promise he's usually a very sweet, polite, and delightful boy- otherwise these moments wouldn't be so funny. =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should share something about Chase too, huh?  Or as I like to call him, Neglected Number Two. ;-) He is at the stage where he coos and smiles a lot so it's a little bit more challenging to tell stories about the funny things he says. He IS in love with ceiling fans. Whatever room we're in, he looks every where for the ceiling fan in the room and immediately gives the fan a big smile and stares at it lovingly while cooing at it for an extended period of time. He is ADORABLE!!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon from our Beach vacation with the Janney family, updated Chase pics, and pics from the wedding today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1309756838096387230?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1309756838096387230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1309756838096387230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1309756838096387230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1309756838096387230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/apparently-im-genius.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m a genius.'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1437068244174696432</id><published>2009-07-14T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:33:02.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping...</title><content type='html'>Alan wanted to take Jackson camping but since I wasn't ready to spend a night at home alone with just Chase, we went to my in-laws' house and Jackson and Alan slept in a tent in the back yard. I've rarely seen Jackson so excited. He thought having a flashlight and sleeping outside was the greatest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5K1dIKIGwhBcU4LvKc7LMw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllaIZEJcPI/AAAAAAAACGM/by9qiofziQY/s400/IMG_2073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from the deck overlooking the backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZNiVqHkdxQCChURdALFIVA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllaIIctz2I/AAAAAAAACGI/-ohXlGFingw/s400/IMG_2072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little boy peeking through the tent wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1437068244174696432?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1437068244174696432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1437068244174696432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1437068244174696432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1437068244174696432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping.html' title='Camping...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllaIZEJcPI/AAAAAAAACGM/by9qiofziQY/s72-c/IMG_2073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-2870656435631022394</id><published>2009-07-14T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:53:40.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Lukey...</title><content type='html'>While we were up visiting my parents I got to see my ADORABLE nephew, Luke. He's absolutely precious and smiles all the time and has the cutest laugh. I'm smitten. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BGKPdlSGmRt2Cfy1KwthDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1BzS7UamI/AAAAAAAACLY/Obwu-MuOiKA/s400/4814_655955742526_25521707_37816922_3085146_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and his cousin, Luke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6zokizDemRkd8IGuCIMroA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1Bzbt8SJI/AAAAAAAACLU/GeWITB7cSb0/s400/4814_655955732546_25521707_37816920_6934458_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands and chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GSDYHL5CMddIqjHwDTNZ3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1Bza_U-8I/AAAAAAAACLc/fbuGJnd8XoE/s400/4814_655955747516_25521707_37816923_7716444_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when Chase threatened to punch Luke in the face. He was clearly terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y5yRb_Pw-Kq6KOijmvNejA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1BzeHKiXI/AAAAAAAACLg/mIPn5UrDRB4/s400/4814_655955752506_25521707_37816924_5588641_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad's and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made up and held hands. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WavR6co89YOdiTttZIbZvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1BzrL8eiI/AAAAAAAACLk/9Mbg9GqRKyE/s400/4814_655955777456_25521707_37816928_965043_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and her grandsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fjXgT1GhT4agDFUwxe77ig?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1B9I_K-OI/AAAAAAAACLo/19dL1PReC9Y/s400/4814_655955782446_25521707_37816929_5813288_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and Gpa and their grandboys.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see Luke's mother. She's also known as my sister, Anne. =) I LOVED getting to hang out with her. She was a bridesmaid in a wedding for her friend from high school that weekend. I don't have a pic of us together so here's one of her and my favorite brother-in-law, Danny from the wedding: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WZJxCl5mPO5HEXOx0Lpjdg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1DoyIoM9I/AAAAAAAACLs/tfCmW2mErfQ/s400/5491_582677183403_31203200_34511501_7806227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are they!? Very. I just wish they'd move next door to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-2870656435631022394?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2870656435631022394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=2870656435631022394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2870656435631022394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/2870656435631022394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-lukey.html' title='Little Lukey...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl1BzS7UamI/AAAAAAAACLY/Obwu-MuOiKA/s72-c/4814_655955742526_25521707_37816922_3085146_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-7822727373453334073</id><published>2009-07-14T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:42:18.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the lake...</title><content type='html'>Jackson, Chase, and I decided to visit my parents while Alan was gone at a Young Life teaching conference. It was wonderful (as always) to see my family!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ePHLJkG_zIJh_WfDqNlMrg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxDSZ2tI/AAAAAAAACFw/WMu7d9_PHpo/s400/IMG_2061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase's first visit to Lake Montclair. He's obviously super excited. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9LFg3WHNpaoyhYnm9-22iQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxRymLhI/AAAAAAAACF0/V8Fh5hOhiIA/s400/IMG_2064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson enjoying the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8ktpCvvw5E3zVOADifvLHA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxZ8Uk6I/AAAAAAAACF4/kG9iFYUkOVg/s400/IMG_2065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and Jackson's feet after playing with chalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q6hWz5_Ix7_LFwUV6QLgRw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxeTtPHI/AAAAAAAACF8/UEGSsP7Qv3A/s400/IMG_2066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and Jackson's faces after playing with chalk. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6fjHp2oTTnErXUgjlmRwqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllaIL5EajI/AAAAAAAACGA/hK7AowfANSw/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase getting a nap on his Gpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-7822727373453334073?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7822727373453334073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=7822727373453334073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7822727373453334073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7822727373453334073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/visit-to-lake.html' title='Visit to the lake...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxDSZ2tI/AAAAAAAACFw/WMu7d9_PHpo/s72-c/IMG_2061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1216502054533429179</id><published>2009-07-14T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:23:57.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe not so slowly after all...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so time isn't going so slow anymore. Now that we're getting out and about and traveling a lot, time is going by much more quickly! Time to play a little catch up.&lt;br /&gt;My Auntie Lisa and my two cousins, Kyle and Jake, came to visit my parents in Northern Virginia. We were all able to meet up at Rockbridge and spend the day together catching up. It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_XG_5x3ZaJUp4K7_ckbN0w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxK2waeI/AAAAAAAACFs/TrioPPvzBTM/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad feeding Chase at the pool at Rockbridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite#5358504227342187378"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl07NEYo-3I/AAAAAAAACLA/1O39c-P5SFk/s400/IMG_1998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Jackson in the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/waXrk6_Ch1NPOSRq0fSwQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl07NPHbGpI/AAAAAAAACLE/oVm1bU6BLcY/s400/IMG_2002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle holding his 2nd cousin, Chase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8TkigoN6PzDcRqeWbNnQCg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl07NQ6pVpI/AAAAAAAACLI/PzqJ1FyCA1g/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Jake and Chase. Chase was a LITTLE tired of being held at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XzO5MUm0ACMfdyrMF3lOPg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl07NTKUHqI/AAAAAAAACLM/stYOSRxwwYM/s400/IMG_2004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy Chase and his Great Aunt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xpJZyR8h2T0mIbJQS5wTHw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sl07NS8BpOI/AAAAAAAACLQ/aPewH69QDDM/s400/IMG_2007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/MomAndDadSAndBeach2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mom and Dad&amp;#39;s and Beach 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and Chase. &lt;br /&gt;They live in California so we don't get to see them nearly enough. It was a fun treat! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1216502054533429179?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1216502054533429179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1216502054533429179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1216502054533429179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1216502054533429179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-not-so-slowly-after-all.html' title='Maybe not so slowly after all...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SllZxK2waeI/AAAAAAAACFs/TrioPPvzBTM/s72-c/IMG_2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-9038500685582315646</id><published>2009-06-03T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:58:15.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by so slowly...</title><content type='html'>I've discovered that being a stay at home mom to two has made time stand still. It really should be Saturday today rather than Wednesday. Alan went back to work on Monday and it was much harder than I expected having the two boys to myself. Jackson is needier than usual and wants to be held all the time and Chase nurses around the clock, it seems like, and I'd totally forgotten how many diapers newborns go through!! That being said, there have been some really special moments watching the boys bond. Chase's eyes often follow Jackson around the room and Jackson daily tells Chase that he loves him and gives him kisses with out any prompting from us. I love snuggling with Chase and he enjoys being snuggled. He's starting to surprise us with smiles now and then, which are the greatest. I also really cherish the alone time I get with Jackson. Sometimes it's snuggling up at bed time to read books together or catching up during his bath time. He tells me he loves me a lot more than usual lately. He told me, "Mommy, you so cute!" today. Oh, and he also told me, "Mommy- you MEAN!" today for the first time. Hm. I may have been a little irritable this morning. I've also been amazed by the kindness of friends and family this first week on my own. My mother in law has been wonderful about taking Jackson places and making him feel special. I have two friends that are both pregnant themselves with young children who have made me meals. One of those same moms had Jackson over to play this morning which was so nice for both Jackson and I. I feel both humbled and loved by their kindness. =)&lt;br /&gt;And now the fun part! More pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jgK-ffqjFbGxv52eV1XNTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SibkRYCOokI/AAAAAAAABsc/Ds4PLg2xfaU/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Chase?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;chase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson a little bit nervous about holding Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PBWqJQYLcpIhUISVELaNsA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SibkRnVrTXI/AAAAAAAABsg/MKFq17Kr1bM/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Chase?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;chase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, he's got it! Sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0hxqadQ3DGiBLav3U7PhJw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SiblaBxIfbI/AAAAAAAABso/TYb5ck9vwdE/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Chase?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;chase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase pondering life at 8 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qkJYHswEneM9OF9YaNc7ow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SibladwimpI/AAAAAAAABss/jqlVUvw7BTg/s400/IMG_1842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Chase?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;chase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleepy snuggle bug at 10 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CKDFk28U3bdMtmQMyxd5Ng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SiblaRvgnrI/AAAAAAAABsw/H4sxKu992bM/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Chase?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;chase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checking things out. He loves his Boppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-9038500685582315646?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9038500685582315646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=9038500685582315646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9038500685582315646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9038500685582315646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-goes-by-so-slowly.html' title='Time goes by so slowly...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SibkRYCOokI/AAAAAAAABsc/Ds4PLg2xfaU/s72-c/IMG_1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8158948838878991452</id><published>2009-05-29T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:08:30.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Chase...</title><content type='html'>So life goes on...and it's really good. Tonight we were sitting at the table eating dinner (an AWESOME casserole courtesy of Anne- THANKS =)) while Chase was in the swing next to the table and it just felt so normal and right. Jackson was excellent with Chase today. He talked to him and gave him kisses and would frequently check on him and ask "What's baby Chase doing?" "Where's baby Chase?", etc. Here are a few more pics of Chase. He may be dominating my blog for awhile.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MfPSC-UCg2yyBJWviAAdVA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sh6fFeMrALI/AAAAAAAABqw/9ScYiriOUK4/s400/IMG_1804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OeTxtYqmMMXwtqhM7ez7Ew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sh6fFZ2XwKI/AAAAAAAABq4/V6kK3txXkAw/s400/IMG_1813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out his paci. I still can't believe he has so much hair! Unheard of in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tDJjT7ov6Fo8U-EXLvOShA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sh6fhzUGTvI/AAAAAAAABq8/wc42p_jeJiQ/s400/IMG_1815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ojf7X6hRqPiji3N7HLMOLA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sh6fiHRNOhI/AAAAAAAABrA/_DS6pDiGJ8Y/s288/IMG_1818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking a lot like Jackson did at this age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8158948838878991452?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8158948838878991452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8158948838878991452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8158948838878991452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8158948838878991452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-chase.html' title='More of Chase...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sh6fFeMrALI/AAAAAAAABqw/9ScYiriOUK4/s72-c/IMG_1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3001930021178444785</id><published>2009-05-26T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:52:55.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family of Four...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jEPyQjSnftMrywVws4qAGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShyM59dYN9I/AAAAAAAABqM/kboRqaTVTiE/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the result of everyone calling out things like "Smile!" "No, not like that." "Smile with your teeth!" Alan was  about as bad as Jackson. My Dad said we're carrying on the family tradition of taking ridiculously difficult family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;We're a family of four now! That seems so much bigger than a family of three. When people win family trips to Disney World, it's usually for "a family of four". It definitely means that we're going to be busier! Chase was AWESOME last night and today! I ended up getting about 6 hours of sleep all together which was more than I was hoping for. He is sleeping great and eating great and is just a sweet child so far (all two days I've known him). Jackson is still having SO much fun with his Gigi, Gpa, Aunties and his cousin Luke. Thanks for taking such GREAT care of him, guys! My mom said the first thing he said this morning was "Where is baby Chase!?" so at least he realizes he's here. He came to visit today with the rest of the family and immediately proceeded to push all the buttons on my bed. I was a good 4 feet off the ground and had my feet up in the air by the time he was done. It was great to see everyone, though! =) We're VERY ready to go home tomorrow! I asked Alan if he'd serve me all 3 of my meals on a tray at home like I get here and he said 'no'.  Darn. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3001930021178444785?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3001930021178444785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3001930021178444785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3001930021178444785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3001930021178444785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-of-four.html' title='A Family of Four...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShyM59dYN9I/AAAAAAAABqM/kboRqaTVTiE/s72-c/IMG_1796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-7625906464589314579</id><published>2009-05-25T06:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:50:14.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off...</title><content type='html'>6:50- I'm off to the hospital to meet Baby Chase!! I've been up for an hour because I couldn't sleep because I'm SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;9:53- Just chillin at the hospital! =) I'm having some nice contractions (they are just a little bit painful) and playing on my computer. It's so fun I have internet access here! I was 3 cm and 70% effaced when I got here.&lt;br /&gt;12:05- My Doctor broke my water (finally) and I'm just contracting along. I'm 4 cm and 80%...come on, Baby Chase- let's DO this! =)&lt;br /&gt;2:15- I got my epidural and it worked perfect. Not totally numb but SO comfortable. Contractions? What contractions? =)&lt;br /&gt;3:47- My nurse, my sister Anne and I were just hanging out and talking and laughing while my little nephew Luke napped away! My Dr came in to check on me and was like "OH! You're 100% and 10 cm. Let's do a practice push. Oooookay. No more practicing. Let's have this baby." I pushed and he came out in less than 6 minutes! Whew! Baby Chase weighed 7 lbs 15 oz and 21 inches long. He has a little bit of hair and is SO cute! He's quiet so far and snuggles very well!&lt;br /&gt;9:12- What a great day!! Labor was about as perfect as labor can be. All of my family was able to come and hold Chase. Jackson gave Chase a kiss and a hug and really enjoyed his "I'm a big brother" present we got him. He spent the day with Gigi and Gpa and went to the zoo with Auntie Liz and Becky. Alan and I just split a personal pizza and Chase is sleeping quietly next to me. We are relaxing and watching Jon &amp;amp; Kate- oh the drama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ITU7oGi06A3ioJP-2OIjIQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPKYGL0JI/AAAAAAAABpU/_EvzL-e_Ovo/s400/IMG_1711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEWBORN baby Chase very mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OWT2zXS-CB4PBV_FnEOvbw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPKcFAOlI/AAAAAAAABpY/cduRO7BNslk/s400/IMG_1730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy, and Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HMIUEaDnsChE5LO9EPqOwg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPKTQjOGI/AAAAAAAABpc/X3SFs5Qxzkc/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Megan and Scott and Chase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dPKr4pdWcdhzwccVKtuUeA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPKmLj_6I/AAAAAAAABpg/sDnriJA73VU/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Becky, Auntie Annie, Chase, and Auntie Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V6ZGpiOmUrLAKsiAKrU4TQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPYXmKHYI/AAAAAAAABpk/M2X-pcMHTng/s400/IMG_1744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Fq5MaCyovE5iMKzvBqxZUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPYbdmKfI/AAAAAAAABpo/VYtYRJBcVBw/s400/IMG_1760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson meeting Chase (with fruit roll ups from his big brother gift bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pyiD5zG2gSAb-eYeJGzupQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPYSzDgeI/AAAAAAAABps/iDbZUYYBzzI/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4FTQh_wiIeSe8RlVaU23Bw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sh6fFRcw9hI/AAAAAAAABqo/gLu6Bw19lZI/s400/n534236960_2310775_3633440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Papa with their grandsons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0Ak3mCOHSiErA8LLMDgIPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPYQ0nDuI/AAAAAAAABpw/wP0WqASBE-Q/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and Gpa and Chase and Luke and Jackson. All their grandboys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-7625906464589314579?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7625906464589314579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=7625906464589314579' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7625906464589314579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/7625906464589314579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShtPKYGL0JI/AAAAAAAABpU/_EvzL-e_Ovo/s72-c/IMG_1711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-9001079713825634354</id><published>2009-05-23T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:01:26.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Preschool...</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I've discovered it's not too hard to keep up on my blog when I'm this pregnant because I don't want to go anywhere or do anything (except for clean- gotta love nesting!).&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Jackson's end of the year preschool performance and it was precious! Alan and Debbie (Nana) were both able to come which he thought was pretty awesome! This is the preschool I've taught at for the majority of the school year until my recent maternity leave. Oh yeah. My sister Anne keeps informing me that it's not maternity leave when you're not planning on returning to work. So I guess I taught there until my recent retirement? =) Anyway, I have a few video of clips I took with my regular camera since my video camera didn't charge in time. It's currently hooked up and charging for MONDAY! ;-) Preschool has been such a blessing to both Jackson and I. He has learned a lot both academically and socially. And I had the opportunity to work with some of the most amazing women I've ever met! We will both miss it this summer and I'm sure Jackson will be very glad to start again in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few short video clips:&lt;br /&gt;If you're happy and you know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_1681.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pledge Allegiance...my favorite part is the end where he is so obviously VERY proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_1683.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His class counting to 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s38.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_1686.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-9001079713825634354?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9001079713825634354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=9001079713825634354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9001079713825634354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/9001079713825634354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-preschool.html' title='Last Day of Preschool...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-4630290723610691015</id><published>2009-05-22T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:53:37.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday and...CUTE!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday! YAY! =) I love birthdays. My parents did an amazing job of making birthdays special when I was growing up. I believe my husband would say they did TOO good of a job! My Mom would go the whole 9 yards with decorating, a big pile of presents (which were also from my Dad, of course), an awesome home made cake, and a party. When I got married (at 21), I had come to expect such birthdays. Let's just say that my first married birthday was NOT a success. I am a teeeeny bit high maintenance on my birthdays. I couldn't understand why my husband (who comes from a family where birthdays are a little bit more low key) didn't decorate the house in streamers and balloons, fill a table with presents, make a cake for me, etc. It became a running joke that I haven't made it through a single married birthday with out crying. That may or may not still be the case (HEY- I'm SO pregnant, I'm ALLOWED to cry whenever I feel like it though!). I think Alan prefers me to be pregnant on my birthdays because I don't have the energy to be AS high maintenance as I can sometimes be. It was a WONDERFUL day and he did a great job of making me feel special. We have both come a long way. =) Jackson sang me happy birthday three times although two of the three times he said "Happy Birthday dear Jackson" instead of "dear Mommy" which he thought was hilarious. We had a nice dinner out just the two of us while our good friends Cory and Melynda baby-sat which was so relaxing! It was a great chance to enjoy it being just the two of us before the craziness ensues on Monday! A family of FOUR- that sounds so big!&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of great birthday cards and gifts and phone calls, but one of my FAVORITE things I got today was a gift for Jackson and baby Chase! My friend, Brenda whom I know through my 2006 online mommy board sent me some of her amazing creations! She's an incredible seamstress and made these absolutely adorable outfits for the boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sZnqtAclwJQJj4zj0o2VvA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShdVSpbMLDI/AAAAAAAABok/4FHNmdmpQHo/s400/IMG_1693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson cheesin it up as usual. He immediately goes into weird smile mode when a camera appars! But check out that ADORABLE shirt. He especially loved it because he has recently seen "Wall-E" which is all about robots so he insisted on wearing the shirt as soon as I opened the package and walked around going "Wall-E! Eva! Wall-E" and he thought it was SO funny that Baby Chase ended up with a matching outfit. He is still very excited that they get to match so we'll have to get a picture of them together in their outfits very soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0q__r0HG2YOXsp9Ay2a1_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShdVSg_bvPI/AAAAAAAABoo/V6lGDYYyJR8/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how huge Jackson's shirt looks next to that outfit! And it fits him perfectly! I guess my baby isn't a baby anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1yiQZcbc8_I0ChdY4zv8vg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShdVSyPnLeI/AAAAAAAABos/iHrBnxEOBo8/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of Chase's outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/utjd2ii19pvsT6FBxOPi5w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShdVS-SrKAI/AAAAAAAABow/KRwB3ZErSKg/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of Jackson's shirt!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, Brenda!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-4630290723610691015?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4630290723610691015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=4630290723610691015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4630290723610691015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/4630290723610691015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-my-birthday-andcute.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday and...CUTE!'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/ShdVSpbMLDI/AAAAAAAABok/4FHNmdmpQHo/s72-c/IMG_1693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-3915997665823342101</id><published>2009-05-19T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:24:41.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Induction Date Set...</title><content type='html'>I just got a phone call from the hospital saying they had a cancellation for Monday and that I can now be induced Monday (my due date!) instead of Wednesday. I said something like "YES PLEASE. I LOVE YOU!" :) So, unless little Chase Andrew makes an appearance on his own (I have a Dr's appointment tomorrow) then I will be at at the hospital at 7:30 a.m. on Monday (Memorial Day) May the 25th to meet him! YAY! :) I'm SO excited! It's nice knowing I only have six days left at the MOST! &lt;br /&gt;   Jackson was also induced on his due date. I know that all labor experiences are different, but his was an easy and smooth 6 hour long experience that resulted in me saying "that was kind of fun!" at the conclusion of it. So you can see why I'm not opposed to inductions! =) Hopefully my next post will have pictures of Baby Chase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-3915997665823342101?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3915997665823342101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=3915997665823342101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3915997665823342101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/3915997665823342101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/induction-date-set.html' title='Induction Date Set...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1736814077419210241</id><published>2009-05-13T22:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:36:02.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barefoot and Pregnant...</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay. People keep asking for a belly pic so I'm going to go ahead and post some pics Alan took. I'm 38 1/2 weeks preggo in these pics, pretty miserable, and these are some VERY fake smiles. =) Don't get me wrong, I am SO excited that I'm having another baby! I do NOT love pregnancy, though. I don't get it when people are like "I felt my most beautiful while pregnant!" or "It's such a magical time!" I just feel like I have a GIANT bowling ball in my stomach and lots of achey symptoms. The most magical thing about pregnancy to me is HAVING the baby and not being pregnant anymore! Although, there are times when it's pretty cool to feel Chase moving around and I love ultrasounds and hearing his heartbeat. Other than that, bring on Chase's Birthday! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dLIvc1AQG5HvjiPcPr5HdQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBXBGlsdI/AAAAAAAABn0/N4s-BW34rmU/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7me0lRDyKMuTK-nIA-i5pg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBW1q-dzI/AAAAAAAABnw/3kiODeKGxT0/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zptw3gCOA4fW9CU_4I7Uyw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBpd6bqFI/AAAAAAAABn8/9WetIa8ccEQ/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wyoa2Q1Op-erKdjfpJ0j9w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBXB_FplI/AAAAAAAABn4/wxuzvvyWdZo/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-1736814077419210241?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1736814077419210241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=1736814077419210241' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1736814077419210241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/1736814077419210241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/preggo-belly-pics.html' title='Barefoot and Pregnant...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBXBGlsdI/AAAAAAAABn0/N4s-BW34rmU/s72-c/IMG_1670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8706816540511396958</id><published>2009-05-13T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:31:15.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party...</title><content type='html'>Annie and Luke came to visit us and Jackson and Luke had their first slumber party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/t8W_B4JpJmd6FKxpedyI4w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBW7mzmGI/AAAAAAAABno/5SfY5Hih0zM/s400/IMG_1658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is like "Luke, you're sleeping with ME!" and Luke is like "Seriously, guys?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Eyis3Rw6Wktlqrsmvva0Vw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBW3OjyMI/AAAAAAAABns/zdYlbQBKhwQ/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson getting sleepy and Luke checking out his paci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/sarahjanney/MVI_1660.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8706816540511396958?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8706816540511396958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8706816540511396958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8706816540511396958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8706816540511396958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber Party...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SguBW7mzmGI/AAAAAAAABno/5SfY5Hih0zM/s72-c/IMG_1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-8519869786610413105</id><published>2009-05-13T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:43:02.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duck Pond</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to have as many special days as possible with Jackson between now and when Chase arrives. We've done a lot of fun things and I definitely cherish the one on one time since I know things will be changing soon and it will be much harder to come by. These are a few shots from when we went to the duck pond with a loaf of bread after preschool a week or two ago. There were some adorable baby ducklings (that I didn't get any pictures of!) and lots of ducks, birds, and geese to feed. We had a great time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WepwVDR4m6EPFX_DyxDVFQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtm9yaMs_I/AAAAAAAABnc/wmgXuhwPC98/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eDfyvY1uRLHi_pqj9wlfZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtm99xnaLI/AAAAAAAABng/4o9W8LGlZsg/s400/IMG_1648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NkE2HN6b8W2C4iLDDAEJpQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtm91qXLhI/AAAAAAAABnk/nz6BMtoBhVc/s400/IMG_1649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-8519869786610413105?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8519869786610413105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=8519869786610413105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8519869786610413105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/8519869786610413105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/duck-pond.html' title='The Duck Pond'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtm9yaMs_I/AAAAAAAABnc/wmgXuhwPC98/s72-c/IMG_1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-5482102589241227996</id><published>2009-05-13T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:39:09.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maymont Gardens...</title><content type='html'>Jackson and I made a day trip up to Richmond to see Anne and Baby Luke. We decided to go to Maymont and see the animals, the gardens, and just be together! It was a really nice day (VERY warm for spring) and we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ggh4i3bwGDE0USPRBMTVxg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtmt6M7MbI/AAAAAAAABnI/4voOLNqL4K0/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and the boys in front of the pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0Ghl41sJ_kFu4t49Kznxbg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtmt6kjlnI/AAAAAAAABnM/W35EMy7Dij8/s400/IMG_1608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and a very tired Luke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9-waPjkYU-AHRLPIkMq8kQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtmt2vI6rI/AAAAAAAABnQ/zgE1d2z-HQ0/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson riding a bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sISF02sxXrA1S3jnb4_XVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtmuOF7WHI/AAAAAAAABnU/I4NTo8eMy8s/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cousins TOTALLY wiped out from a fun day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1NUmwm8gxFzy0BomdMZbWA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtmuN2XQQI/AAAAAAAABnY/ff4c3PwYXEs/s400/IMG_1611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210534103266758197-5482102589241227996?l=jjjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5482102589241227996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210534103266758197&amp;postID=5482102589241227996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5482102589241227996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210534103266758197/posts/default/5482102589241227996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/maymont-gardens.html' title='Maymont Gardens...'/><author><name>SarahRachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614118556977242620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/S6qtVjB6UjI/AAAAAAAACnU/8AmYIoKrpPo/S220/20179_609441796903_31201548_35516842_5351684_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgtmt6M7MbI/AAAAAAAABnI/4voOLNqL4K0/s72-c/IMG_1607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210534103266758197.post-1988102222951876047</id><published>2009-05-13T18:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:39:17.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Gigi and Gpa's House...</title><content type='html'>My parents took the same amount of pictures during Jackson's trip to visit that I have taken in the last 6 months. Seriously. So there are a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gNsj4HYCAzjO38s6nPxJdQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgsxPCQwTzI/AAAAAAAABko/aHboLcRbFCU/s400/P1020628-crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gpa and Jackson heading down to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sFssDu43Crwohf-gtLZ3ig?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgsxPULxaNI/AAAAAAAABkw/ReoETbGTNfw/s400/P1020630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and Becky who were visiting for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wiufOeLsmzQdlj8RrIbzlQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgsxQE-dJuI/AAAAAAAABk4/RIQ5-JtYHNc/s400/P1020645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gpa and Jackson building a sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ab2x1iNcLCT5tI86yJY1Ng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgszqmZAQVI/AAAAAAAABlA/gA9ZleYDxB4/s400/P1020658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/27Q5goK7ZzhxbjK60JPr-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgszrNJWhdI/AAAAAAAABlE/2dbyxjfj19c/s400/P1020666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sC_l_v5S23e60YrFZcu20g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgszrZ5guFI/AAAAAAAABlI/JP2OpV6tIzE/s400/P1020671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson telling Liz and Becky how to build a castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mWtSYusLR8NerUFjy9EVEw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgszrx_ivqI/AAAAAAAABlQ/W6aIQ_Iib58/s400/P1020689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing out the water. Still a little chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SdxTrTZpFZ9hCw9Kgg1vdg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs2WtI6SZI/AAAAAAAABlY/Mk7xutsHQgU/s400/P1020690-adj.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JbK7n5MSXwnoyAuVcUG-7A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs2Xecfz3I/AAAAAAAABlg/E9DuKRP2Hz0/s400/P1020722-crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Gpa in the fort they built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oURZHXDzxtNjnHGhEfOX-w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs2XbMA4vI/AAAAAAAABlk/E-eLu5qyprk/s400/P1020733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kid's Dominion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hc0KFiLPGFWpze7_9Pc_Dw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs87blH7dI/AAAAAAAABlw/9qW6t-3QhpQ/s400/P1020741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7yS61zOmEBXM8mQ0g5Tq_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs88BB_fFI/AAAAAAAABl4/m_muvcrVL6k/s400/P1020744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/khbrK11amm7vC_ZGwXB1Hw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs88z2TcOI/AAAAAAAABl8/OSM54S9y5t8/s400/P1020746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying Easter Eggs. Well, Jackson is actually eating one of Gigi's famous cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vbnBIvEaKtpLkg7b7rlfgA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/Sgs89YlsBvI/AAAAAAAABmA/8YXW_7K0pxA/s400/P1020747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Luke (and Anne and Danny) came to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bTt0NEPi5P_2UHOyE7h5iQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtBHMfLjTI/AAAAAAAABmI/FOLcGzXrJ38/s400/P1020752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gpa and his boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NvXVeWekIrl480rXSknbkQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtBHZp1H-I/AAAAAAAABmM/nYjtOvH3B3U/s400/P1060545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Gigi at Kid's Dominion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vzNeCH7l8HiV6j76So0h9A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtBHx8Cu4I/AAAAAAAABmQ/oG46RhD-0ww/s400/P1060558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QAVIZwfuiDGeKrt5ysEgTg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtBINvitQI/AAAAAAAABmU/zCOqMrpDudY/s400/P1060582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and Seek with Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kbnE-jH1IB94mRX-5YWPPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtBIUjJc7I/AAAAAAAABmY/UTfz8of-I9w/s400/P1060593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Danny putting a hat on Jackson while he blows bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rbYOAs_giP8xa1X8ipG8aQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DXcNjWE-vCo/SgtDSn8zMZI/AAAAAAAABmk/Ckj5YQQ8uYE/s400/P1060594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CeraRachel/Spring2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6jmk4HI69uzXLc4B0cLzHw?feat=embedwebsite"&
