<?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-6849752966907450192</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:19:22.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahl Forever Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;B&gt;The adventures of our eternal family. &lt;br&gt;
We play together, learn together and love together.&lt;br&gt;
We are each other's home.&lt;/B&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-4748288471576989337</id><published>2009-01-13T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:53:18.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with the cops</title><content type='html'>Around midnight Eric comes in the bedroom, wakes me up while grabbing the 30.30 and loading it says "there is someone in our backyard, stay down." HOLY CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric was in the hot tub about 10 minutes prior to coming into the bedroom, when he felt he needed to get out and go inside. He had barely gotten dressed when he then heard noises outside the family room. He looked out the front window to see red and blue flashing lights. That is when he came and got the 30.30. He called 911 and told them that someone was in our back yard. Apparently the guy had stolen a car, rolled into a ditch, hit another car, hit a pole, and sped into our cul-da-sac. The car was trashed... every window blown outm tires shredded, glass everywhere. They caught the guy two blocks away. Apparently he had hopped our fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part... the bumper sticker of the stolen car said... "I am a princess, who the hell are you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-4748288471576989337?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/4748288471576989337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=4748288471576989337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4748288471576989337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4748288471576989337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-with-cops.html' title='A night with the cops'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-6351132627427813947</id><published>2008-07-15T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:57.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2TjEqWkLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kkjidoAawJs/s1600-h/DSCN1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223493373575729330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2TjEqWkLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kkjidoAawJs/s320/DSCN1314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna had a great 7th birthday. However, she is currently counting down the months until she gets baptized. It is really all she talks about. I am excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for her birthday, I was invited into her classroom for the morning. We got read and write and sing Happy Birthday. I brought cupcakes for the entire class. (One kid's cupcake fell on the cafetria floor - frosting side down, picked it up and ATE IT! - Gross!) I wonder what my kids do when I am not watching - although - I may not want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had family come for cake and ice cream. We told her that part of her present was going to Seattle to see the Butterfly exhibit with Grandpa Paul and Grandma Sandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Anna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-6351132627427813947?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/6351132627427813947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=6351132627427813947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6351132627427813947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6351132627427813947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/07/anna-turns-7.html' title='Anna Turns 7'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2TjEqWkLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kkjidoAawJs/s72-c/DSCN1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-8242766848658951124</id><published>2008-07-15T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:57.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back the Garage!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2QkWBLhtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1fkwDZYTN4c/s1600-h/DSCN1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223490096879863506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2QkWBLhtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1fkwDZYTN4c/s320/DSCN1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric has finally had it. He couldn't even have the garage as his own space. So we built a shed. It is my shed for all my of craft stuff. Eric says that eventually we will put power and heat, but will wait until our house is clean. (Right!?!?!) We are grateful for Dave's and Curtis's help (Eric's dad). Eric DEFINITELY could not have done it without THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-8242766848658951124?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/8242766848658951124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=8242766848658951124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/8242766848658951124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/8242766848658951124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-back-garage.html' title='Taking Back the Garage!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2QkWBLhtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1fkwDZYTN4c/s72-c/DSCN1328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-2924150748001813995</id><published>2008-07-15T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:58.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Attack Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2PTQdzYXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5WOpIr_TPEc/s1600-h/DSCN1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223488703819899250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2PTQdzYXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5WOpIr_TPEc/s320/DSCN1323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so sorry for Ethan sometimes. We have so many girl cousins around and only Luke (Mark and Carissa's little handsome) to defend the cooties. Well, the girls did it one day and Ethan came out beautified. Cheeks, lipgloss, eyes, fingers and toes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2PT73SiwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7TWDR4-_Z8k/s1600-h/DSCN1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223488715469523714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2PT73SiwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7TWDR4-_Z8k/s320/DSCN1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-2924150748001813995?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/2924150748001813995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=2924150748001813995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/2924150748001813995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/2924150748001813995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-attack-ethan.html' title='Girls Attack Ethan'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2PTQdzYXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5WOpIr_TPEc/s72-c/DSCN1323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-3242275087292336509</id><published>2008-07-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:58.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Butterfly Exhibit in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2Nj85V6BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gtYp1mTKkwY/s1600-h/DSCN1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223486791601219602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2Nj85V6BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gtYp1mTKkwY/s320/DSCN1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of Anna's birthday present was going to the Butterfly Exhibit at the Pacific Science Center with Grandpa Paul and Grandma Sandi, Katie and Kimberly. Oh... I didn't expect to have this much fun. We arrived and Grandma and Grandpas house, picked them up on Saturday and headed up to Seattle. Grandma Sandi let the girls wear one of her pins for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2M87P9IZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZEysLXWU2R4/s1600-h/DSCN1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223486121144295826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2M87P9IZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZEysLXWU2R4/s320/DSCN1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls didn't want to see anything until they saw the butterflies - not even all the disgusting bug exhibit (with live cocroches, snakes, and spiders) we saw to get there. Once we got inside, their eyes light up. They were incredible. After we were done Anna and Grandma Sandi put together a LARGE 3D grasshopper. (Apparently, grasshoppers are okay bugs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to play 3D checks of which, I kicked everyone's butt. We got to learn about genetics, and play a type of plinko. We spent four and half hours there, before our hunger consumed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate very well, we played hard and we have memories forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-3242275087292336509?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/3242275087292336509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=3242275087292336509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3242275087292336509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3242275087292336509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-butterfly-exhibit-in-seattle.html' title='Trip to the Butterfly Exhibit in Seattle'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SH2Nj85V6BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gtYp1mTKkwY/s72-c/DSCN1436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-7123576060137487718</id><published>2008-07-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:35:07.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear Dust</title><content type='html'>This is too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a husband, thinking he was being funny, said to his wife 'Perhaps we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast. Maybe it would take a few inches off of your butt!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife was not amused, and decided that she simply couldn't let such a comment go unrewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the husband took a pair of underwear out of his drawer. 'What the Hell is this??' he said to himself as a little 'dust' cloud appeared when he shook them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'April,' he hollered into the bathroom, 'why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied ...'It's not talcum powder......It's 'Miracle Grow'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-7123576060137487718?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/7123576060137487718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=7123576060137487718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/7123576060137487718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/7123576060137487718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/07/underwear-dust.html' title='Underwear Dust'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-5434753006244936434</id><published>2008-05-29T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:59.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-LrsdO0AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1fdELK8sA1w/s1600-h/DSCN1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206033277047984130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-LrsdO0AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1fdELK8sA1w/s320/DSCN1299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to go with Anna on her field trip this year. We went to the Portland Zoo. There were so many chaperons that I only had three girls total. We found a tiger in the tree. We wondered how it got there, and how it was going to get down. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-MWMdO0BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MvPp237Mibc/s1600-h/DSCN1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206034007192424466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-MWMdO0BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MvPp237Mibc/s320/DSCN1292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-5434753006244936434?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/5434753006244936434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=5434753006244936434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/5434753006244936434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/5434753006244936434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/05/annas-field-trip.html' title='Anna&apos;s Field Trip'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-LrsdO0AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1fdELK8sA1w/s72-c/DSCN1299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-3259053003656154670</id><published>2008-05-29T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-DtsdOz8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/aWj_XeXvwLU/s1600-h/KatieDave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206024515314700226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-DtsdOz8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/aWj_XeXvwLU/s320/KatieDave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-DtcdOz7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5l4RlxpzIqQ/s1600-h/AnnaMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206024511019732914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-DtcdOz7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5l4RlxpzIqQ/s320/AnnaMom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-HG8dOz_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OBGf3cZSQqI/s1600-h/KimSarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206028247641280498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-HG8dOz_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OBGf3cZSQqI/s320/KimSarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Dave's birthday we packed up the truck and the Butler's Jeep and headed to the hills. It was about 77 degrees out there, so of course we put the kids in shorts and t-shirts. We got to a good spot to pop out the BBQ and looked around... there is still snow on the ground. We had a snow ball fight in our shorts and t-shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch the kids wanted to get into the water. We agreed up only if one of us was standing there. The water was moving very fast. It was so cold that you could only stand in it for a few seconds and when you got out the joints in your toes ache. Sounds like fun huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-GccdOz-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qalBRA3Vq-c/s1600-h/BirthdayBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206027517496840162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-GccdOz-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qalBRA3Vq-c/s320/BirthdayBoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-Gb8dOz9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WOXuFvlfNko/s1600-h/kidswater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206027508906905554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-Gb8dOz9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WOXuFvlfNko/s320/kidswater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-3259053003656154670?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/3259053003656154670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=3259053003656154670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3259053003656154670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3259053003656154670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/05/davids-birthday.html' title='David&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/SD-DtsdOz8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/aWj_XeXvwLU/s72-c/KatieDave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-6496298970593679355</id><published>2008-02-17T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:00.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R7k133qFU9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ElXVcV5yrP8/s1600-h/Tub.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168221281333892050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R7k133qFU9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ElXVcV5yrP8/s320/Tub.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some friends over to play games tonight. Ethan and Breeana (a little friend) were up until after 10pm, when Ethan had an accident in his pants. Eric took Ethan in to the bathroom and cleaned him all up, then threw him in the tub. We said goodbye to our friends. I grabbed a towel and headed in to get Ethan out of the tub, only to find Ethan asleep in the tub. After a checking to see if he was still alive, I called for Eric. Eric started squirting him with a water bottle. Ethan find woke up completely disoriented. We got him in some warm jammied and sent him to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-6496298970593679355?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/6496298970593679355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=6496298970593679355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6496298970593679355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6496298970593679355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/02/wet-dreams.html' title='Wet Dreams'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R7k133qFU9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ElXVcV5yrP8/s72-c/Tub.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-1419210393397738397</id><published>2008-02-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:00.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R7Ty-XqFU8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/j3ymhLpfhNw/s1600-h/DSCN0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167021825817138114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R7Ty-XqFU8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/j3ymhLpfhNw/s320/DSCN0887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric told me I could pick out my own birthday present. I know some of you ladies will think I am a bit nuts, but I chose a vinyl plotter. This is my first project. I am willing to share... with any of those fellow-crafters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-1419210393397738397?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/1419210393397738397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=1419210393397738397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/1419210393397738397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/1419210393397738397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R7Ty-XqFU8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/j3ymhLpfhNw/s72-c/DSCN0887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-3440606604913245113</id><published>2008-01-19T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:01.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JW6oCdjOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e_qVjt8SPtw/s1600-h/DSCN0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157280088472784098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JW6oCdjOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e_qVjt8SPtw/s320/DSCN0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sure had fun this year with Papa Jim and Nana, Katie, Dave and the girls and our family. Santa left Anna clothes and box to dress and store her 18" doll from Grandma. Santa spent many hours making all kinds of outfits. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JXx4CdjPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BEMcAfPgD44/s1600-h/DSCN0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157281037660556530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JXx4CdjPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BEMcAfPgD44/s320/DSCN0774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan got a remote controlled car. At 6:10 Christmas morning Eric and Ethan are in the pajamas, coats and hats outside in the dark. We could hear Ethan squealing with excitment. Then we heard Eric... it's my turn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JYqYCdjQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L8WPPO5ym0M/s1600-h/DSCN0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157282008323165442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JYqYCdjQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L8WPPO5ym0M/s320/DSCN0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa's goal with Sarah is just make her stuff she could put in her mouth. He did a Great JOB!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-3440606604913245113?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/3440606604913245113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=3440606604913245113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3440606604913245113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3440606604913245113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-santa.html' title='From Santa'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JW6oCdjOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e_qVjt8SPtw/s72-c/DSCN0761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-3638092004100469460</id><published>2008-01-19T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:53:16.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooter</title><content type='html'>Katie, Jim, Nana and I are playing Scrabble. Mom asked how to spell a certain word, and then realized she didn't have all the letters and says "Pooter". Katie pipes in and leans to the side and says "Wait just a minute".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-3638092004100469460?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/3638092004100469460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=3638092004100469460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3638092004100469460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3638092004100469460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/01/pooter.html' title='Pooter'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-412960294176007871</id><published>2008-01-19T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:01.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Buns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JTN4CdjLI/AAAAAAAAADg/v6c_IzPy7zQ/s1600-h/DSCN0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157276021138754738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JTN4CdjLI/AAAAAAAAADg/v6c_IzPy7zQ/s320/DSCN0755.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a tradition in our home we have sticky buns for Christmas morning. This year Anna and PapaJim made them, and the big mess that went with them. It was good to see the bond grow between these two. Not to mention the bond between my stomach and the delicious sticky buns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-412960294176007871?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/412960294176007871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=412960294176007871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/412960294176007871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/412960294176007871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/01/sticky-buns-ones-you-eat.html' title='Sticky Buns'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JTN4CdjLI/AAAAAAAAADg/v6c_IzPy7zQ/s72-c/DSCN0755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-3136700270738417288</id><published>2008-01-19T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:02.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>This had to be one of the best Christmas ever. We enjoyed the company of friends and family and ate terrific food. We were very please to meet the love of mom's life. We further enjoyed Jim getting to know our family... in the rawest of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JPkICdjGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6xz4DJ3EsJM/s1600-h/DSCN0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157272005344332898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JPkICdjGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6xz4DJ3EsJM/s320/DSCN0748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric came home from work one day in December and said "I want a turducken for Christmas". I had no idea what a turducken was. He asked me to go a butcher and pick it up. I told him that he if he wanted to look like a freak at the butcher's that he should go ask for his precious turducken. He declines, so I got online and found a great website with step by step instructions and pictures. A turducken is a chicken debone and stuffed with stuffing, stuffed inside a ducke with stuffing, stuffed inside a turkey. &lt;a href="http://www.chefpaul.com/turducken.html"&gt;http://www.chefpaul.com/turducken.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JT2oCdjMI/AAAAAAAAADo/I9Y1l9CAPpo/s1600-h/DSCN0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157276721218424002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JT2oCdjMI/AAAAAAAAADo/I9Y1l9CAPpo/s320/DSCN0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie was pleased to debone everything for us. It took her over 4 hours to get three carcasses. It feeds 24-30 people. And oh my, it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after it is all assembled, it took over 9 hours to cook. There are only four bones in the entire thing, the legs and wings of the turkey. We look over and Nana is chomping on a bone. What the heck!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-3136700270738417288?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/3136700270738417288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=3136700270738417288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3136700270738417288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3136700270738417288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/R5JPkICdjGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6xz4DJ3EsJM/s72-c/DSCN0748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-4525773110172406125</id><published>2007-11-05T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:40:54.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Scriptures</title><content type='html'>Tonight we were reading the scriptures and it was Anna's turn. She is learning to read and doing very well. We are in Mosiah Chapter 1:18 ... "to hear the words which his (father)..." She was struggling with the word "father". So, Eric was tried to help her and gave her this clue... "I am this?"... Anna answered "fat".  Scripture time was over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-4525773110172406125?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/4525773110172406125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=4525773110172406125' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4525773110172406125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4525773110172406125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/11/reading-scriptures.html' title='Reading Scriptures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-2386594406547066754</id><published>2007-11-01T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:34:36.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobility</title><content type='html'>I hope this makes your day... please ignore the music in the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-925a598c167062f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D925a598c167062f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F511BBF19E68D848174DCC6516EDA4A10698970.ADC97766BB06622C1923BBBC2DE7AE6A200A814%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D925a598c167062f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D62-VsvzFvvC2minVuXk97YIzcJM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D925a598c167062f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F511BBF19E68D848174DCC6516EDA4A10698970.ADC97766BB06622C1923BBBC2DE7AE6A200A814%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D925a598c167062f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D62-VsvzFvvC2minVuXk97YIzcJM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-2386594406547066754?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=925a598c167062f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/2386594406547066754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=2386594406547066754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/2386594406547066754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/2386594406547066754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/11/mobility.html' title='Mobility'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-8722108375959540459</id><published>2007-10-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:57:04.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Little Sarah</title><content type='html'>When I put Sarah under the play mat, I often shake the bars to distract her from me walking away. Well, she is very smart and figured out how to rotate herself around so that she can kick the bars and move the toys herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85f65e99a50be203" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85f65e99a50be203%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FF0291D6823E7B4D0D85771DC2254046958A673.4FE0E75B21214A512A64CF2D03E65283280B196F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85f65e99a50be203%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT2Y_nfEPYeMg0HQR9CbtlcADG4Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85f65e99a50be203%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FF0291D6823E7B4D0D85771DC2254046958A673.4FE0E75B21214A512A64CF2D03E65283280B196F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85f65e99a50be203%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT2Y_nfEPYeMg0HQR9CbtlcADG4Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-8722108375959540459?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=85f65e99a50be203&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/8722108375959540459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=8722108375959540459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/8722108375959540459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/8722108375959540459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/10/smart-little-sarah.html' title='Smart Little Sarah'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-2591058017506115792</id><published>2007-10-22T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:02.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaves Are Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/Rx2KMcrCyjI/AAAAAAAAACw/C3tDYt7ie1I/s1600-h/DSCN0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124403897477286450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/Rx2KMcrCyjI/AAAAAAAAACw/C3tDYt7ie1I/s320/DSCN0327.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a big maple tree in our front yard. I absolutely love it. In the spring, with the new leaves, in the fall with the great colors, and when it snows all covered in white. Well, it is fall, so do the leaves. Ethan and I rake the leaves before Anna got home from school. I left them in a pile so she could jump in them after school - one of the things she looks forward to all year.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/Rx2J28rCyiI/AAAAAAAAACo/OklfSG34t0g/s1600-h/DSCN0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124403528110098978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/Rx2J28rCyiI/AAAAAAAAACo/OklfSG34t0g/s320/DSCN0338.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-2591058017506115792?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/2591058017506115792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-4185287311609814056</id><published>2007-10-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:37:36.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tisket, A Tasket, Sarah's In The Basket</title><content type='html'>Eric and Sarah were playing around one night, and she seemed a little stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ba28b434ae6e6a8" 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" 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href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/4185287311609814056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=4185287311609814056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4185287311609814056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4185287311609814056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/10/tisket-tasket-sarahs-in-basket.html' title='A Tisket, A Tasket, Sarah&apos;s In The Basket'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-6718522524610052782</id><published>2007-10-16T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:02.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Calling In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVYHsrCygI/AAAAAAAAACY/W65M7VazKCI/s1600-h/DSCN0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122097040477833730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVYHsrCygI/AAAAAAAAACY/W65M7VazKCI/s320/DSCN0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep wondering what is going on with my camera. Everytime I turn it on the batteries are al dead. We got a new camera last month and now we have a gig of space on the flash drive. Well that is 560 pictures of Ethan's body parts, and occasionally some of his sister. I tried to hide my camera, and it is always right where I left it, with some bonuses (smart kid). This is one of Ethan's self portraits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-6718522524610052782?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/6718522524610052782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=6718522524610052782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6718522524610052782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6718522524610052782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/10/ethans-calling-in-life.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Calling In Life'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVYHsrCygI/AAAAAAAAACY/W65M7VazKCI/s72-c/DSCN0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-5024590347391632014</id><published>2007-10-16T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:02.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVYrsrCyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/6-XpFednayY/s1600-h/DSCN0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122097658953124370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVYrsrCyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/6-XpFednayY/s320/DSCN0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Eric's baby. He has wanted one of these for years. A friend from our ward got tired of taking care of it. So he told Eric that he if wanted it, he had to move it. (free of charge) So, Eric got his brothers, his Dad, and the friend and moved it to our home. We are hoping to get it all hooked up and running by the first snow fall (if we get any this year.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-5024590347391632014?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/5024590347391632014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=5024590347391632014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/5024590347391632014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/5024590347391632014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-delivery.html' title='New Delivery'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVYrsrCyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/6-XpFednayY/s72-c/DSCN0299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-1725226099987180797</id><published>2007-10-16T17:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:23:58.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>Sarah got up on all fours last week. It took everything I had not to push back down to the ground (but I am a good mommy.) She is rolling and scooting (only backwards which really ticks her off.) She hasn’t figured out that her legs and arms need to move in unison. I find myself laughing at her, instead of encouraging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82a6a2d035154919" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82a6a2d035154919%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D153CE5F285633061B8F138823449CE36C1572D31.5EBDBC9F549CA61729B8F7F035A63FC744F757F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82a6a2d035154919%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn9sOya0bI5rrt4kJNV3SWDDNfEw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82a6a2d035154919%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D153CE5F285633061B8F138823449CE36C1572D31.5EBDBC9F549CA61729B8F7F035A63FC744F757F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82a6a2d035154919%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn9sOya0bI5rrt4kJNV3SWDDNfEw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-1725226099987180797?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82a6a2d035154919&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/1725226099987180797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=1725226099987180797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/1725226099987180797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/1725226099987180797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/10/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-9110798146151940758</id><published>2007-10-16T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:02.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVSHMrCyeI/AAAAAAAAACI/lziyC6_iPEs/s1600-h/DSCN0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122090434818132450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVSHMrCyeI/AAAAAAAAACI/lziyC6_iPEs/s320/DSCN0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I officially became a soccer mom with Ethan. After four weeks of classes, I think he is ready for some more classes. It was hilarous, but maybe we will wait for another year to put him in soccer. Anna on the other hand, is quite ready. She started her classes on Saturday. We are doing indoor soccer for now. (I don't like standing in the rain for three hours, just to watch a bunch of kids miss the ball). Maybe I will be more gutsy in the spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about six weeks now she has wanted to be witch (that is a witch without the green face and warts). I went and purchased the pattern (I already had the fabric) and then on Saturday after her first soccer practice she turns to me and says... "mom, I don't want to be a witch without the green face and warts, I want to be a soccer player." YIPEE! I didn't make the costume yet... this is going to be a whole lot easier. Finally, Anna is a simple kid... yeah, right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-9110798146151940758?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/9110798146151940758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=9110798146151940758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/9110798146151940758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/9110798146151940758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/10/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RxVSHMrCyeI/AAAAAAAAACI/lziyC6_iPEs/s72-c/DSCN0301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-4592026470756287813</id><published>2007-09-29T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:52:49.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mom's Say</title><content type='html'>One of my girlsfriends sent this to me. This is absolutely hilarious, and utterly true. It is three minutes long and totally worth. I am so much trouble. The sad thing is... I say most of this on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7235abd7204f15e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7235abd7204f15e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3377F081D85AFC63A92DA1C51776C5DDD14EE857.3ACFFA14897741E81915D9BD966B93F97D398C1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7235abd7204f15e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1xhf0MNdwe_Dlzl6izDQEkXckzE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7235abd7204f15e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691894%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3377F081D85AFC63A92DA1C51776C5DDD14EE857.3ACFFA14897741E81915D9BD966B93F97D398C1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7235abd7204f15e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1xhf0MNdwe_Dlzl6izDQEkXckzE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-4592026470756287813?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7235abd7204f15e8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/4592026470756287813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=4592026470756287813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4592026470756287813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4592026470756287813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-moms-say.html' title='What Mom&apos;s Say'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-7560701933845397602</id><published>2007-09-20T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:03.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL3HsrCycI/AAAAAAAAABk/RxXe4QKBb1E/s1600-h/DSCN0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112420238641777090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="237" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL3HsrCycI/AAAAAAAAABk/RxXe4QKBb1E/s320/DSCN0056.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sister in my ward is getting married on a limited budget and just could not find a suitable (Temple Ready) affordable wedding dress, so blessed with the talents of my mother, I offered to help. This is the finished dress. JoAnn's was having a coupon commotion weekend, and we purchased her entire dress, lining and the pattern for less than $60. I made it in less than two days. I am quite pleased. It is a full length skirt (just on the hanger a little higher).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-7560701933845397602?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/7560701933845397602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=7560701933845397602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/7560701933845397602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/7560701933845397602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-project.html' title='A New Project'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL3HsrCycI/AAAAAAAAABk/RxXe4QKBb1E/s72-c/DSCN0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-6623707984475476719</id><published>2007-09-20T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:03.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL38MrCydI/AAAAAAAAABs/_komdjH1RME/s1600-h/DSCN0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112421140584909266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL38MrCydI/AAAAAAAAABs/_komdjH1RME/s320/DSCN0034.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week Ethan started soccer. He loves it. His coach's name is Coach Mike. He learned how to trap the ball. This has helped him learn to listen to directions. He wanted to sleep with his soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has practices on Saturdays. Eric or I are required to practice with him. The class is for four and five year olds. He just loves going and kicking the ball all over the gym. If &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL1J8rCyaI/AAAAAAAAABU/KB477uCa7zI/s1600-h/DSCN0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112418078273227170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL1J8rCyaI/AAAAAAAAABU/KB477uCa7zI/s320/DSCN0032.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he continues to love it, we will probably put him in a league come spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-6623707984475476719?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/6623707984475476719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=6623707984475476719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6623707984475476719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/6623707984475476719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/ethans-soccer.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Soccer'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RvL38MrCydI/AAAAAAAAABs/_komdjH1RME/s72-c/DSCN0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-3286840700478917625</id><published>2007-09-13T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:51:24.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Calling</title><content type='html'>I was recently called as the Sunbeam teacher - I have 7 - 4 year old boys. I definitely come home tired. I have also been called as the Activity Days Leade I have 11 girls. Someone in my ward sent me this story. I laughed. Thought I would share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work part-time as a teacher of family doctors. The program provides training on psychiatric disorders and emphasizes the importance of emotional support. The new doctors are given plenty of time in clinic to visit with their patients and learn about their challenges. One of our interns who has never lived in Utah and knows nothing about Mormons is still struggling to understand the cultural climate here. Last week he was interviewing a new patient and stumbled on what he thought was a raging psychosis. Doctor: "Well, Mrs. Olsen, we've talked about your high blood pressure and your medications. Are you experiencing any particular stress in your life? Patient: "Oh, yes! It's the Sunbeams. They're driving me crazy." Doctor (very surprised): "The sunbeams?" Patient: "Yes. I've never had trouble with them before, but this group won't sit still. They bounce all over the room, and run out the door and down the hall." Doctor (reaching for a pen): "Have you told anyone about this?" Patient: "Of course. I told the president." Doctor: "Really! What did the president tell you?" Patient: "She said Sunbeams are like that. I'm just going to have to learn to deal with them. Doctor (concerned that he may be missing something): "I know people who are sensitive to sunbeams. Do they cause you a rash or anything?" Patient (confused): "A rash? No." Doctor: "What's the biggest problem they're creating?" Patient: "It's the noise. They just won't quit talking." Doctor (astonished): "The sun beams are talking to you?" Patient: "Well, yes. But mostly they talk to each other." Doctor (scribbling furiously in the chart): "I see. Can anyone else hear them talking?" Patient (after a moment of stunned silence): "You're not LDS, are you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-3286840700478917625?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/3286840700478917625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=3286840700478917625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3286840700478917625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/3286840700478917625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-calling.html' title='A New Calling'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-4774106655910946708</id><published>2007-09-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:03.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah and the Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumM_ZqMKkI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZUvXqstbPcU/s1600-h/DSCN0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109770273076030018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumM_ZqMKkI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZUvXqstbPcU/s320/DSCN0012.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom gave this bear to Sarah when she was born. Sarah loves this bear and has recently learned to roll over so that she can talk to the bear in her crib. She gives it kisses - well actually just sucks on it's nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-4774106655910946708?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/4774106655910946708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=4774106655910946708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4774106655910946708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4774106655910946708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/sarah-and-bear.html' title='Sarah and the Bear'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumM_ZqMKkI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZUvXqstbPcU/s72-c/DSCN0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-4052043363828551704</id><published>2007-09-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:03.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan Trying to Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumJDZqMKhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BBhR1gFLT5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109765943748995602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumJDZqMKhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BBhR1gFLT5Y/s320/DSCN0025.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was happily cleaning on my house on Tuesday, when Ethan walked in the room dripping in blood. I freaked! He had gotten a hold of my quilting cutter and sliced his middle finger from the tip down to the middle of the fingernail. We made a trip to the ER - where they glued it and bandaged it all up. SWMC has a new child emergency wing - they have a flat screen tv in each room. So we enjoyed the movie Cars while Ethan got bandaged up. He keeps walking around the house flipping people off saying "I have ouwee on my finger". He has flipped off several ladies at the grocery store, his grandma, his bus driver and the bishop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-4052043363828551704?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/4052043363828551704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=4052043363828551704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4052043363828551704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/4052043363828551704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/ethan-trying-to-quilt.html' title='Ethan Trying to Quilt'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumJDZqMKhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BBhR1gFLT5Y/s72-c/DSCN0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849752966907450192.post-165268748421956162</id><published>2007-09-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:04.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumBZ5qMKeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9_YjjJ-zfdw/s1600-h/IMG_3635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109757534203029986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumBZ5qMKeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9_YjjJ-zfdw/s320/IMG_3635.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you remember that Christmas Song... "and Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again?" Well that was me. We had a great summer, but it was time! Anna is a 1st Grader. She loves school. She even prays for homework. (I am sure with time this will change.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumK8ZqMKjI/AAAAAAAAABE/yXniBPCuHh0/s1600-h/DSCN0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109768022513166898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumK8ZqMKjI/AAAAAAAAABE/yXniBPCuHh0/s320/DSCN0019.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, Ethan didn't start school for another week. He didn't want to go with Anna; he just wanted to get on the bus and he wouldn't take off his backpack for the next three days. We had to convince him that backpacks can't swim in the bathtub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumKVpqMKiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jXlXwGkRDfo/s1600-h/DSCN0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ethan's first day of school. He is going to Head Start and ECC this year. He is so excited to go that I didn't get a picture of him getting on the bus... all I heard is "mom, bus is here, love you, bye." I hardly got out the door with him before he got on the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849752966907450192-165268748421956162?l=jease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/feeds/165268748421956162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849752966907450192&amp;postID=165268748421956162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/165268748421956162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849752966907450192/posts/default/165268748421956162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jease.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/TUZbVYol84I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xugssg_N_bM/s220/grabButton-125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRvNp2bsrg/RumBZ5qMKeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9_YjjJ-zfdw/s72-c/IMG_3635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
