<?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-5499211577901145572</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:20:14.203-08:00</updated><category term='Noah'/><category term='1'/><category term='Reese Staniak'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='The beginning'/><title type='text'>The Foley's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-6957926855687570492</id><published>2012-01-31T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T07:26:42.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby, New Car</title><content type='html'>We have a new baby on the way and now we have a new car...a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GMC&lt;/span&gt; Acadia! I am beyond thrilled because this has been my dream car since I had to start thinking about getting rid of my Mazda. I seriously can't believe it is sitting in my garage and want to go and drive it daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the perfect car for us. As much as some people want us to be mini van people, we just couldn't jump on that bandwagon. I just could never picture us driving a mini van and to tell you the truth (in my opinion anyway), the Acadia is pretty much a mini on the inside and a crossover on the outside. So I have the space and the comfort of a mini for our growing family on the inside but still get the non soccer mom feel on the outside. I love it! Really the only drawback is the trunk space but hey, it fits my double stroller and a good amount of groceries so what else do we need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO sad to see my Mazda go. It was my first official car and given to me as a present from my parents. I was in love with it and for awhile towards the end didn't drive it much because it badly needed an oil change and I pretty much refused to do it. I hate getting my oil changed so I pretty much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boycott&lt;/span&gt; my car and drive Jonathan's until he gets frustrated that I'm driving his car and goes and changes my oil for me. But let me just tell you, once that oil was changed, I just couldn't have been happier! I loved driving it! I loved everything about it (well...maybe not the cloth seats but everything else). When we were negotiation the new car, Jonathan threw in a clause that we would only have a deal if I got to spend 20 more minutes with my Mazda. It was hard to leave it even if we did upgrade tremendously to the fanciest car I have ever had! It's crazy. I never thought I would get such a fancy car. And I say fancy because that is the exact word that Jackson used to describe our new car. He didn't want to leave the Mazda either. When we pulled into our driveway in our new car, the first words our of his mouth were, " I don't want to leave mommy's car." Precious. We will miss the Mazda but we are sure enjoying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fanciness&lt;/span&gt;" of our new ACADIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started looking for a new car we had a few "must haves" being....leather seats (hence hating the cloth in my Mazda), captain chairs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AWD&lt;/span&gt; and if possible a hitch and a DVD. The last two being ones that we could live without or add later if we found the perfect car without them. After looking at all the different crossovers at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carmax&lt;/span&gt; we narrowed our search down to the Chevy Traverse, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Acadia&lt;/span&gt;, and the Buick Enclave, which are all the same cars just pretty much different names. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; always wanted the Acadia so we settled on that. We started looking at used cars because, hey, we had till July till we actually needed a new car. We ended up finding a really good one at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GMC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dealership&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt;. But of course when we went to check it out, it was sold that morning. Great. So we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; up looking a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Acadias&lt;/span&gt; that they had but non had the "must haves" that we wanted. We talked some more to the salesmen and owners and decided to try out for 24 hour a FWD Acadia. After driving this car for 24 hours and talking to some friends about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AWD&lt;/span&gt; vs FWD we decided that FWD would be enough for us, plus it's a little better on gas. We had to bring this car bad the next day and after some research done by Jonathan, we went in there with a number and decided that we would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; buy this car (which had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; we wanted and more) if we could get this price. Long story short, we got it! We weren't looking for a car this early but we just couldn't pass up this good deal. So we drove home our new car that night! Crazy! AND the boys were with us the whole time! They probably just gave us that deal to get us out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye my Mazda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQSU2BdwoSA/TygA0i5ll7I/AAAAAAAAF_Y/in16WAsNcz4/s1600/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703809830786275250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQSU2BdwoSA/TygA0i5ll7I/AAAAAAAAF_Y/in16WAsNcz4/s400/IMG_1660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello my new Acadia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTB-Q9QHP60/TygAzt9n5QI/AAAAAAAAF_M/A0YHKeE7-eE/s1600/IMG_20120127_134432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703809816576124162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTB-Q9QHP60/TygAzt9n5QI/AAAAAAAAF_M/A0YHKeE7-eE/s400/IMG_20120127_134432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Acadia details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Diamond white (I pretty much could care less about the color so this is what we ended up with and I'm pretty happy about it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Black leather (We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; wanted anything but black but the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GMC&lt;/span&gt; people reminded us that we have kids and it would hid things better...good point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DVD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FWD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Power &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lift gate&lt;/span&gt; (This is probably my favorite thing about the car! I don't know why, but I'm so excited about just pushing a button and my trunk opening!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heated seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Climate control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A backup camera in the review mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On star and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Satellite&lt;/span&gt; radio (for a bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That new car smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Captain chairs (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; a must have and I love them! Easy access to the back!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm probably missing something, but like I said Fancy! I'm still getting used to driving such a big car but slowly getting better. It's no fun having a car payment again but our loan is %0 for 72 months so you couldn't get a better loan than that! All in all, we are very happy with our purchase and excited to drive it all the way to Florida this Friday! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/5499211577901145572-6957926855687570492?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6957926855687570492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=6957926855687570492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6957926855687570492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6957926855687570492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-baby-new-car.html' title='New Baby, New Car'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQSU2BdwoSA/TygA0i5ll7I/AAAAAAAAF_Y/in16WAsNcz4/s72-c/IMG_1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3150974429552098443</id><published>2012-01-25T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:54:24.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big brother dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys are all smiles for the BIG news! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yes, this is Jackson's 'cheese' smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h46_RTHrtWQ/TyASE67GQ4I/AAAAAAAAF-0/sSU5j4VDKWU/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701577003996955522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h46_RTHrtWQ/TyASE67GQ4I/AAAAAAAAF-0/sSU5j4VDKWU/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing a little dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKZSc7a4Ywk/TyASEWLfP2I/AAAAAAAAF-o/Qbj8EMqzxnY/s1600/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701576994133589858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKZSc7a4Ywk/TyASEWLfP2I/AAAAAAAAF-o/Qbj8EMqzxnY/s400/IMG_0955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is even more excited to finally get the title of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYV_wnu_Hoo/TyASEOjog_I/AAAAAAAAF-c/c8F-bYCknec/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701576992087376882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYV_wnu_Hoo/TyASEOjog_I/AAAAAAAAF-c/c8F-bYCknec/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG BROTHER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, we are adding one more baby to the Foley family! We are all beyond thrilled and can't wait to complete our family. We will finally be able to meet this little one at the end of July and so far the baby is doing just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am just over 13 weeks and finally getting back to myself. It was a rough go for a while and it didn't help that those horrible weeks started just around Thanksgiving and ended just after New Years. It was SO fun. We have already had two ultrasounds of this little one and everything is looking good and right on schedule. This poor child is already dealing with the 'third child syndrome' because I just can't, for the life of me, find the ultrasound. I go back to the doctor after our trip to Florida at 17 weeks and then the next appointment is the BIG one! Crazy as it sounds, I'm kinda on the fence about finding out this time. The planner in me NEEDS to find out but as I have said, I would like to hold on to my girl dream as long as I can. It just seems like this one has to be a boy since that is what we do in the Foley family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Foley #3 @ 12 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Taken with my phone before I lost them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ox6kn5U7iKQ/TyAWlkvmIaI/AAAAAAAAF_A/oU9JNRKv1ts/s1600/IMG_20120118_124101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701581963025326498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ox6kn5U7iKQ/TyAWlkvmIaI/AAAAAAAAF_A/oU9JNRKv1ts/s400/IMG_20120118_124101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just am in awe on how baby-l&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ike&lt;/span&gt; our baby looks already. This is the first time I have gotten an ultrasound at 12 weeks and it is crazy to actually see the baby more on the screen but not actually feel anything. The baby was moving like crazy and even hiccuped a few times. I can't believe how well you can see the leg, the foot, and the little hand sticking out by the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-3150974429552098443?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3150974429552098443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3150974429552098443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3150974429552098443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3150974429552098443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-brother-dance.html' title='The big brother dance!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h46_RTHrtWQ/TyASE67GQ4I/AAAAAAAAF-0/sSU5j4VDKWU/s72-c/IMG_0951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7950661574143624577</id><published>2012-01-22T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T05:36:42.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden=10 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This past month, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is starting to talk more. He has always been a loud &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; kid, but now we hear more and more LOUD talking as he is moving and playing. His favorite word is by far "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;" but not directed towards his dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he dances to music and will dance when you say dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;has more and more facial expressions. He is one funny kid and does not like to have his picture taken. Will either turn away and act like he is busy or give me a squished face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is moving around like crazy. He is gaining confidence daily and will take steps between furniture and people. He has even been know to walk across a room until I think he realizes that he is not holding on to something and will just slowly lower himself down to the ground. His balance is also improving and he stands unassisted all the time now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he will go up a few stairs and back down but he is no where near doing them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is usually happy with most people after he warms up to the situation. He will not even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hesistate&lt;/span&gt; to crawl up to someone and use them to stand and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgjBDFHYcw/TxwGIcovdPI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/Tb0aYTklFmY/s1600/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700437970540000498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgjBDFHYcw/TxwGIcovdPI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/Tb0aYTklFmY/s400/IMG_1615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is getting more and more interested in toys. Before toys were for throwing onto the ground but now he actually investigates them. He loves to crawl into our ball pit and push cars around on our wood floor. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; are another favorite, but he seems to just throw those around. By far, anything that he can push is what he usually goes for or anything that Jackson is playing with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgRUVB4BwMM/TxwF2qiT9SI/AAAAAAAAF-E/8JM-FYOKeYI/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700437665033483554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgRUVB4BwMM/TxwF2qiT9SI/AAAAAAAAF-E/8JM-FYOKeYI/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; wears 12 month clothes and size 3 diapers (just because we need to use them up). He pees out of his diaper every night and I had high hopes for last night because we put him in 4s overnight diapers but it still happened. My kids seem to just have this problem!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is understanding the world more and more everyday. He seems more content with the world and how it works. I think he understands more of what I am saying. On the top of my head I know he understands... No (but doesn't always listen), dance, rock, jump, hi, finished, come here, mommy, daddy, Jackson, eat, bottle, and push. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is getting more content on laps, especially when he is tired. He even sat on my lap for over an hour watching the train movie at the Science and Industry museum. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owkM4flQ940/TxwF2YGy3eI/AAAAAAAAF94/6yp6dqWVUg4/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700437660086230498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owkM4flQ940/TxwF2YGy3eI/AAAAAAAAF94/6yp6dqWVUg4/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a horrible rash on his face. It started by one eye and one side of his nose, spread across his nose and now it seems to be a little under his eyes but mostly under his mouth. The doctor said it is dry skin so we are trying to treat it with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aquafor&lt;/span&gt; but it doesn't seem to work. We are limiting baths and wiping his face and now we are limiting the pacifier since I think it traps in his drool and irritates the rash. Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; only gets his pacifier at naps and bed and in the car. He seems to be doing pretty well with this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;as you can see, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; loves the bath and splashes all the time. It's his new thing. Too bad he doesn't get baths as much anymore! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJE_xK7QEHQ/TxwF1VU-XmI/AAAAAAAAF9w/FT9Dap5D1T4/s1600/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700437642160528994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJE_xK7QEHQ/TxwF1VU-XmI/AAAAAAAAF9w/FT9Dap5D1T4/s400/IMG_0893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; now sleeps with a blanket in his bed and he does pretty well with it. He still sleeps from 7pm to somewhere in the 5s. His naps are getting longer but still two a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still 6 teeth and it doesn't seem like any will be coming in soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he still loves his brother and gets very mad if Jack leaves a room without him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; will follow Jackson everywhere and wants to always play with him. He often gets abused by Jackson yet he still seems to admire him. He loves to giggle at Jack in the car and reach for his hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; still loves to be on the more and exploring new places. He is very independent when we are out and will just go where he pleases let it be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play places&lt;/span&gt; or open gyms or at someones house. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIxiC7ZkAyo/TxwF01YgMII/AAAAAAAAF9g/8UX1M9FFu_s/s1600/IMG_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700437633585393794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIxiC7ZkAyo/TxwF01YgMII/AAAAAAAAF9g/8UX1M9FFu_s/s400/IMG_1538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is still a great eater. He can eat pretty much anything and likes pretty much everything especially snack foods. He even likes popcorn! He loves meat by far...sausage, chicken, fish, ground meat and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;. He is a little more picky with is veggies (not a big fan of carrots) and fruit (it depends on the day). He loves to drink water out of his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; and loves all dairy products. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He drinks 3-6 oz bottles, has three meals, and eats one snack a day. He gets water all day long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are now done with the highchair! I love, love, love it! No more washing trays! He now sits at the breakfast bar in his booster seat and he thinks he is so cool to be sitting like his big brother! The only problem is now he likes to feed the dogs his food. If we tell him no he usually listens but he just loves to share!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;another funny thing about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and eating is that when he eats he constantly moans like he is eating the best food ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5rWTFCXWhQ/TxwF0uxmHHI/AAAAAAAAF9U/_NIwcUYCQzc/s1600/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700437631811591282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5rWTFCXWhQ/TxwF0uxmHHI/AAAAAAAAF9U/_NIwcUYCQzc/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's our Brady in a nutshell. He is getting happier and happier every day and loving life more and more. We love our Brayden James!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-7950661574143624577?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7950661574143624577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7950661574143624577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7950661574143624577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7950661574143624577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/brayden10-months.html' title='Brayden=10 months!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgjBDFHYcw/TxwGIcovdPI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/Tb0aYTklFmY/s72-c/IMG_1615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5721183481838855047</id><published>2012-01-21T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:46:00.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman</title><content type='html'>Jackson always wants to be outside. I am usually too much of a chicken to brave the cold but the other day we had a really nice day and there was still some very slushy snow on the ground so it was Jack's lucky day! We took a walk with the dogs and then built our very first snow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFFRRV_juIU/TxjWSaaCxbI/AAAAAAAAF9I/bg7LdrOowQ4/s1600/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699540940251907506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFFRRV_juIU/TxjWSaaCxbI/AAAAAAAAF9I/bg7LdrOowQ4/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we rolled and built, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; got a little brave and did a little snow investigation. I always say this but Jack and Brady are SO different. At this age, Jack could have cared less when put in the snow but Brady is not so sure and seems to always whine his way over to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgcdKwLNfpE/TxjWRWQX6yI/AAAAAAAAF9A/__fUfbhB3E8/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699540921957739298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgcdKwLNfpE/TxjWRWQX6yI/AAAAAAAAF9A/__fUfbhB3E8/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our finished product! Jackson was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrE9FE3bWHA/TxjWRHE4T1I/AAAAAAAAF8s/20IJbO7VJ3I/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699540917882998610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrE9FE3bWHA/TxjWRHE4T1I/AAAAAAAAF8s/20IJbO7VJ3I/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've really ever made a snowman and this one is by far not perfect...a little grassy.... but man, those snowballs are heavy. I had to call Jonathan out to help me lift the middle one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mh8RmjlL1E/TxjWQ9JU3NI/AAAAAAAAF8k/JsS39qVeJNY/s1600/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699540915217292498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mh8RmjlL1E/TxjWQ9JU3NI/AAAAAAAAF8k/JsS39qVeJNY/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5499211577901145572-5721183481838855047?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5721183481838855047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5721183481838855047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5721183481838855047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5721183481838855047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowman.html' title='Snowman'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFFRRV_juIU/TxjWSaaCxbI/AAAAAAAAF9I/bg7LdrOowQ4/s72-c/IMG_1592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-6768739971699412347</id><published>2012-01-20T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:37:00.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Brushes!</title><content type='html'>After eating a red crayon (and drooling red all down his shirt) AND destroying a wooden puzzle piece with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constant&lt;/span&gt; gumming (and using the chewed wood pieces as chewing gum), I decided that he needed his FIRST 6 tooth/gum brush. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; liked it and I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; because he usually cries at most new things. He took the toothbrush like he does it every night and started going at it. AND he didn't even really mind when I did the brushing. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeGTofdKHZE/TxjT5L73F7I/AAAAAAAAF8Y/eU9MUh_XC0s/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699538307847231410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeGTofdKHZE/TxjT5L73F7I/AAAAAAAAF8Y/eU9MUh_XC0s/s400/IMG_1656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really getting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKoLPRSHSpo/TxjT47kZ5MI/AAAAAAAAF8M/I_98qSg2_Yk/s1600/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699538303453881538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKoLPRSHSpo/TxjT47kZ5MI/AAAAAAAAF8M/I_98qSg2_Yk/s400/IMG_1657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-6768739971699412347?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6768739971699412347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=6768739971699412347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6768739971699412347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6768739971699412347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-brushes.html' title='He Brushes!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeGTofdKHZE/TxjT5L73F7I/AAAAAAAAF8Y/eU9MUh_XC0s/s72-c/IMG_1656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5645725532250220839</id><published>2012-01-19T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:30:36.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science and Industry</title><content type='html'>We, Jack, Brady, my mom and I, took a little trip to the Science and Industry Museum. I have been wanting to take the kids for quite some time and with today's free day we couldn't pass it up! We were a bit worried about it being too crowded but it actually wasn't! We were so lucky. We saw trains (big and small), baby chicks, BIG tractors, and did some playing as well. The highlight of the day was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omnimax&lt;/span&gt; theater where we saw the Rocky Mountain train movie. If you haven't been to an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omnimax&lt;/span&gt; you need to go! It is nothing like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;...it's so much better! The screen completely surrounds you on three sides and you actually feel like you are in the movie. Both kids were entranced the whole time....but surprisingly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; more than Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson, "It's like Harry Potter's train!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Now you know what's important in our house...Dad would be proud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTv1ENf63pQ/TxjNeTBBlTI/AAAAAAAAF78/RJiWs2lWn4c/s1600/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699531248821703986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTv1ENf63pQ/TxjNeTBBlTI/AAAAAAAAF78/RJiWs2lWn4c/s400/IMG_1634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack really liked these model trains and it went on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdJJSYktZdY/TxjNd7NF4wI/AAAAAAAAF70/0XH-1hkzBqw/s1600/IMG_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699531242429866754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdJJSYktZdY/TxjNd7NF4wI/AAAAAAAAF70/0XH-1hkzBqw/s400/IMG_1630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml9mNGg1bXg/TxjNdqYckPI/AAAAAAAAF7o/IhMNzRz2r4I/s1600/IMG_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699531237914087666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml9mNGg1bXg/TxjNdqYckPI/AAAAAAAAF7o/IhMNzRz2r4I/s400/IMG_1632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The baby chicks. This was the one place Jackson kept asking to actually go back to and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; liked it so much he drooled on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUR9N3zkF08/TxjNLSdQRZI/AAAAAAAAF7c/t9QULkNSEaE/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699530922254157202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUR9N3zkF08/TxjNLSdQRZI/AAAAAAAAF7c/t9QULkNSEaE/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Circus place was pretty cool since Jack is now obsessed with his new circus themed library book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nH9PK9JYaTc/TxjNKyp_6dI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/H9PmFaEft00/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699530913717676498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nH9PK9JYaTc/TxjNKyp_6dI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/H9PmFaEft00/s400/IMG_1637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a smaller area that is similar to a children's museum...all hands on stuff. Jackson loved the water area and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to walk around. Look how old my baby looks sitting on that little chair! Almost 10 months!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd2in76VWFs/TxjNKsdjsAI/AAAAAAAAF7E/t1oA0DQOD0E/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699530912054882306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd2in76VWFs/TxjNKsdjsAI/AAAAAAAAF7E/t1oA0DQOD0E/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding the cow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riding the cow and....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mrLrpyKwXo/TxjNKB2denI/AAAAAAAAF64/p60TkbCbYBI/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699530900616608370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mrLrpyKwXo/TxjNKB2denI/AAAAAAAAF64/p60TkbCbYBI/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving the HUGE tractor in the farm area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG5IqyXUMY8/TxjNJ9l8D9I/AAAAAAAAF6s/lOc9T6JkrKw/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699530899473567698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG5IqyXUMY8/TxjNJ9l8D9I/AAAAAAAAF6s/lOc9T6JkrKw/s400/IMG_1648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent a total of 4 hours at the museum and we were going the whole time. Jackson and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; did amazing and it gives me hope for Disney and the cruise! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was mostly content in the stroller looking around and moving and Jackson was so interested and excited about everything....and it was a nice day to spend with my mom! Though I have to mention that at dinner tonight when asked what he did at the museum Jackson's answered that he ate ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5645725532250220839?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5645725532250220839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5645725532250220839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5645725532250220839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5645725532250220839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/science-and-industry.html' title='Science and Industry'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTv1ENf63pQ/TxjNeTBBlTI/AAAAAAAAF78/RJiWs2lWn4c/s72-c/IMG_1634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-1977898903384966756</id><published>2012-01-16T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:44:03.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He walks...kinda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over the past few weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is becoming better and better at walking. His confidence is growing as he takes steps between furniture and people. He loves to push his walking toy around our house until he is stopped by a wall and then just walks around to the other side of his walker and pushes it back. He will walk all day if he could. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; also loves to walk holding just one of our hands. His balance is impressive! Today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; surprised us as we were cleaning up dinner by just standing UNASSISTED next to a toy box for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; a minute! We were in awe! The little things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a short video of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; taking some steps. He is slowly adding more and more steps every day! We just might have a walker when we go on our cruise in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6cba05110384f77" 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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06cba05110384f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A57B26A2421F5E2D02F31E63A0BF770FE2A5335.24E8458855F226AE6F7FC67CD8488F3A897B75DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cba05110384f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du0ZTHQwWTPEXtz1ukyESZWm-Ukw&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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06cba05110384f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A57B26A2421F5E2D02F31E63A0BF770FE2A5335.24E8458855F226AE6F7FC67CD8488F3A897B75DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cba05110384f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du0ZTHQwWTPEXtz1ukyESZWm-Ukw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though we have been through this amazing process with Jackson, it is just as amazing the second time around! We couldn't be prouder of our little guy's achievements!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-1977898903384966756?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1977898903384966756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=1977898903384966756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1977898903384966756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1977898903384966756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-walks.html' title='He walks...kinda.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2069865938961539666</id><published>2012-01-12T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:05:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY</title><content type='html'>Snow day has a totally different meaning these days. Long are the days dreading the drive or getting off school. Now we look forward to the snow and love playing outside in it. Even if it takes us just as long to get ready as it does playing in it. And for some reason I LOVE shoveling. It is just so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fat baby in a little coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you love my makeshift snowsuit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiLrGzecoHI/Tw9lgv1j9oI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/TC4wvJtkMTI/s1600/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696883666918307458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiLrGzecoHI/Tw9lgv1j9oI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/TC4wvJtkMTI/s400/IMG_1560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quick shot before the playing began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KA-gC1iMc48/Tw9lgcH716I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/Y3GnvsS1bMQ/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696883661626660770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KA-gC1iMc48/Tw9lgcH716I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/Y3GnvsS1bMQ/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiding from the camera. Jackson loved making foot prints, making snowballs, covering things with snow, making snow piles and just playing around in the snow...but not shoveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ScHNkCKfhM/Tw9lfi4bcWI/AAAAAAAAF6I/G-dLsOKybEE/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696883646260801890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ScHNkCKfhM/Tw9lfi4bcWI/AAAAAAAAF6I/G-dLsOKybEE/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't know how waterproof his outfit was so Brady spent most of the time in the wagon watching me shovel. He seemed pretty content and cried when we came inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IHCLHjaESY/Tw9lfVPlJXI/AAAAAAAAF54/NocEpWzl70I/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696883642599810418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IHCLHjaESY/Tw9lfVPlJXI/AAAAAAAAF54/NocEpWzl70I/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My snow bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8f5piKIbZk/Tw9lfN40S6I/AAAAAAAAF5s/rWGSbnciOV0/s1600/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696883640625286050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8f5piKIbZk/Tw9lfN40S6I/AAAAAAAAF5s/rWGSbnciOV0/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, before Jack's nap, Jack and I were talking about playing in the snow after his nap. He wanted to make sure that I was aware that he wanted to play outside BY HIMSELF. Where did my baby go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-2069865938961539666?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2069865938961539666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2069865938961539666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2069865938961539666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2069865938961539666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiLrGzecoHI/Tw9lgv1j9oI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/TC4wvJtkMTI/s72-c/IMG_1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2316234690487453063</id><published>2012-01-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:03:38.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly photo shoot-9 months</title><content type='html'>Two and a half weeks late...seems to be my theme lately but I'm getting more into the swing of things as the days pass. Even with it being a late 9 month photo shoot, he is still 9 months and that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All smiles and showing off his bottom teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4I9EV2-mw4/Tw2w2I-1kNI/AAAAAAAAF5g/LyWgOUYQGCE/s1600/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403547864010962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4I9EV2-mw4/Tw2w2I-1kNI/AAAAAAAAF5g/LyWgOUYQGCE/s400/IMG_0917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4kr9UveQds/Tw2w1_G6wvI/AAAAAAAAF5U/0ftqUUjnmj4/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403545213551346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4kr9UveQds/Tw2w1_G6wvI/AAAAAAAAF5U/0ftqUUjnmj4/s400/IMG_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then we got a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rowdy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;....what are these really white things down there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyiRZblWSx4/Tw2wq2BSc-I/AAAAAAAAF5I/wSosdS7kKZw/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403353795458018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyiRZblWSx4/Tw2wq2BSc-I/AAAAAAAAF5I/wSosdS7kKZw/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Did you say bottle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqcWKmHRKR0/Tw2wqh0F8AI/AAAAAAAAF48/t8ND9xSlOaI/s1600/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403348371402754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqcWKmHRKR0/Tw2wqh0F8AI/AAAAAAAAF48/t8ND9xSlOaI/s400/IMG_0926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is my bottle down there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9P4oXjrY4E/Tw2wqDUIVUI/AAAAAAAAF40/VHzWfwY18sg/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403340184278338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9P4oXjrY4E/Tw2wqDUIVUI/AAAAAAAAF40/VHzWfwY18sg/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's behind the chair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIRc3T6wc4/Tw2wp9O2pHI/AAAAAAAAF4k/AU4EYUaAECM/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403338551534706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIRc3T6wc4/Tw2wp9O2pHI/AAAAAAAAF4k/AU4EYUaAECM/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where is that bottle?" said after falling off the chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EA7mD0Aw_KM/Tw2wpTimjjI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/1sw2N9GfkHk/s1600/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696403327360077362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EA7mD0Aw_KM/Tw2wpTimjjI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/1sw2N9GfkHk/s400/IMG_0933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5499211577901145572-2316234690487453063?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2316234690487453063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2316234690487453063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2316234690487453063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2316234690487453063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/monthly-photo-shoot-9-months.html' title='Monthly photo shoot-9 months'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4I9EV2-mw4/Tw2w2I-1kNI/AAAAAAAAF5g/LyWgOUYQGCE/s72-c/IMG_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3497297522388751455</id><published>2012-01-08T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:43:34.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind.</title><content type='html'>I missed blogging a lot in the month of December. Among other things, the craziness of the holidays put a lot of things on hold. Now it is time to rewind and look back at our crazy month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I celebrated my 29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! It was fun to have a partner to blow out the candles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUnH-98NYRc/Twnuwh6nJ5I/AAAAAAAAF4M/3EI5_Sfbz4M/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345721292040082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUnH-98NYRc/Twnuwh6nJ5I/AAAAAAAAF4M/3EI5_Sfbz4M/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our 'first' snow...if you can call it that. It was just enough to cover the ground, but non the less, Jackson COULD NOT WAIT to get outside. We all bundled up and headed out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't last long so we soon came inside and watched Jackson make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow prints&lt;/span&gt; and push his lawnmower around in the snow. He could have stayed outside all day except his hands got cold because he refused to wear gloves-it just was too restrictive. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson enjoying his first snow of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNdghyG2SpI/TwnuwS4brXI/AAAAAAAAF4A/ekFWABITl8Q/s1600/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345717256367474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNdghyG2SpI/TwnuwS4brXI/AAAAAAAAF4A/ekFWABITl8Q/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; watching his brother play.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZMc_UO_Mhw/TwnuwEhbIII/AAAAAAAAF30/k6hkexc49ms/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345713401766018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZMc_UO_Mhw/TwnuwEhbIII/AAAAAAAAF30/k6hkexc49ms/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, Jackson, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; (sort of) and I made Christmas cookies one day. We started when the boys took their naps and then they 'helped' after they woke up! And when I say 'helped' I mean they helped by eating them! It was a fun afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGhkuqBTf2c/TwnuckvLIVI/AAAAAAAAF3s/Ow6K9PKS7qw/s1600/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345378451988818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EGhkuqBTf2c/TwnuckvLIVI/AAAAAAAAF3s/Ow6K9PKS7qw/s400/IMG_1463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; covered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt;! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_3xo5JO1NA/TwnuccleA8I/AAAAAAAAF3c/TLrpxwVFVyc/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345376263799746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_3xo5JO1NA/TwnuccleA8I/AAAAAAAAF3c/TLrpxwVFVyc/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Messy, messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nC1Q5yat8A/Twnub__CsoI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/ehxYtZj_fg0/s1600/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345368586433154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nC1Q5yat8A/Twnub__CsoI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/ehxYtZj_fg0/s400/IMG_1467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always exchange gifts with Tyler &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ubert&lt;/span&gt;. It was extra exciting this year because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; could join in and it was actually his very FIRST present ever! He did his best but lost interest really fast.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G4x4Inpvok/TwnubEmLaAI/AAAAAAAAF3E/mrFRViJpTS4/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345352644454402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G4x4Inpvok/TwnubEmLaAI/AAAAAAAAF3E/mrFRViJpTS4/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler gave Jack a the most adorable doctors set. The immediately got started examining &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwV7rO8VwDE/Twnua-xPh6I/AAAAAAAAF24/riz9pWjDeCA/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695345351080249250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwV7rO8VwDE/Twnua-xPh6I/AAAAAAAAF24/riz9pWjDeCA/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has been all about make believe, bad vs good guys and 'getting' people. He will chase the dogs around the house and then capture them (usually Bella) with his 'nets' a.k.a blankets and pillows. It just cracks me us because Bella is such a good sport and will just stay there for hours if covered! She has even been forgotten about and found &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; an hour later still covered up! What a good doggy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not, Bella is under there with her face under the pillow. Does Jack look proud or what for capturing the 'bad' guys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gVAqwozOBQ/TwnuFWgj4eI/AAAAAAAAF2s/hy84bZAAedE/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695344979495608802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gVAqwozOBQ/TwnuFWgj4eI/AAAAAAAAF2s/hy84bZAAedE/s400/IMG_1440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. There are three pillows covering her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1fO11f9s0A/TwnuE-k07VI/AAAAAAAAF2g/i05sln9zDe4/s1600/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695344973071052114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1fO11f9s0A/TwnuE-k07VI/AAAAAAAAF2g/i05sln9zDe4/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-3497297522388751455?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3497297522388751455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3497297522388751455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3497297522388751455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3497297522388751455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/rewind.html' title='Rewind.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUnH-98NYRc/Twnuwh6nJ5I/AAAAAAAAF4M/3EI5_Sfbz4M/s72-c/IMG_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-6357802622710199509</id><published>2012-01-04T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:54:00.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day-Foley Style</title><content type='html'>I was horrible, as always, with taking pictures during all of our Christmas festivities. I probably took a total of 7 pictures the whole weekend and most of our Christmas pictures came from Brad and Kristen and Carissa. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was super exciting! We spent the whole day with the Foley side and everyone was super generous. Our first stop was Kathy's for an amazing brunch and some pretty impressive present opening. No pictures were taking during this even since it is quite chaotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Christmas Day picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0P04iMjj0k/TwMaHL_GQmI/AAAAAAAAF1s/1cot8ZOT9hk/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693423064705286754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0P04iMjj0k/TwMaHL_GQmI/AAAAAAAAF1s/1cot8ZOT9hk/s400/IMG_1487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the Foley Cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7tSPDFgMgU/TwMaGxJ10JI/AAAAAAAAF1g/M5x2M1T8e64/s1600/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693423057502589074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7tSPDFgMgU/TwMaGxJ10JI/AAAAAAAAF1g/M5x2M1T8e64/s400/IMG_1488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with our two trouble makers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVO3jnVGYIU/TwMaFrx_QQI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/PYQP-IAwSoM/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693423038880497922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVO3jnVGYIU/TwMaFrx_QQI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/PYQP-IAwSoM/s400/IMG_1484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was so generous. The boys got some clothes, new toys, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, a sleeping pad (made by Carissa and I) and a new stocking for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;. PLUS an overstuffed stocking full of fun stuff! Below is a picture of the kids loving their sleeping pads. It was a quite perfect arrangement. The kids opened their sleeping pads last and loved them. Immediately took them into the other room to watch a movie leaving us adults to open our gifts in peace! Jonathan got some new seat covers for his Jeep, which he immediately went and installed and I got some new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b93ZydUKf8I/TwMaFR4-XjI/AAAAAAAAF1E/w9VrKDAHFjE/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693423031930478130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b93ZydUKf8I/TwMaFR4-XjI/AAAAAAAAF1E/w9VrKDAHFjE/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; even fell asleep on Jonathan since we didn't have a pack n play or a crib for him! A Christmas miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN-0RVhHU3I/TwMaFJsktXI/AAAAAAAAF08/q1AUY0_Jhzo/s1600/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693423029730981234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN-0RVhHU3I/TwMaFJsktXI/AAAAAAAAF08/q1AUY0_Jhzo/s400/IMG_1491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we headed home to let the dogs out and to drop off and pick up some presents. I can't confirm or deny that naps among most were taken, before we headed to Papa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foleys&lt;/span&gt; for our last festivity! Spoiled once again. The stocking BAG was a present in itself and the boys got some little people sets from Grandma Janet and Papa Foley. Then for the surprise of the day! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puccinis&lt;/span&gt; MADE each kid their very own Adirondack chair...from scratch! They are AMAZING! I need to get a picture of them sitting in them and post it soon! What an amazing Christmas and a great start to 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhINLpOOwuM/TwMYBTF4JoI/AAAAAAAAFzc/koGmE5fkkOY/s1600/45Weeks%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693420764510299778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhINLpOOwuM/TwMYBTF4JoI/AAAAAAAAFzc/koGmE5fkkOY/s400/45Weeks%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three little ones in their Christmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;! They are getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QOyCNMPOt4/TwMYBIaby1I/AAAAAAAAFzQ/hIbxlPxUiqk/s1600/45Weeks%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693420761643731794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QOyCNMPOt4/TwMYBIaby1I/AAAAAAAAFzQ/hIbxlPxUiqk/s400/45Weeks%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a crazy and busy Christmas but we are so fortunate for such an amazing family to share they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; with! Our kids are so loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-6357802622710199509?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6357802622710199509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=6357802622710199509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6357802622710199509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6357802622710199509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-day-foley-style.html' title='Christmas Day-Foley Style'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0P04iMjj0k/TwMaHL_GQmI/AAAAAAAAF1s/1cot8ZOT9hk/s72-c/IMG_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8946227447062563410</id><published>2012-01-03T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:50:53.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>We came home Christmas eve and got our cookies out for Santa. Then we had a bit of a meltdown when we told Jackson that our elf, Jingle, has to go back to the North Pole with Santa when he came that night. Well, our boy Jackson was not too happy about that. He gave us some great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crocodile&lt;/span&gt; tears but we did eventually get him to say good bye to Jingle and I think he understands that he will be coming back to our house next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was a mad rush at our house. We had to eat breakfast, shower, get dressed, open presents, finish up wrapping some presents, and cook a bit of food all before 9! Good thing our kids get us up bright and early! We actually ended up leaving before our scheduled time, with the help of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; not really taking his morning nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was super excited to see all the presents under the tree and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; could really care less. Jackson didn't want to open any other present than his dragon from Santa. He kept saying, "which one is the dragon?" It just so happened that the very last present was actually his dragon. He was SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cute picture before the opening began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XjytNak7zQ/TwG-nyfKtBI/AAAAAAAAFy4/QbZXNrtDn9o/s1600/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693040994749690898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XjytNak7zQ/TwG-nyfKtBI/AAAAAAAAFy4/QbZXNrtDn9o/s400/IMG_0867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81RBclDY9Gg/TwG-nkDRZrI/AAAAAAAAFys/eRJF7FlpeDo/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693040990874592946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81RBclDY9Gg/TwG-nkDRZrI/AAAAAAAAFys/eRJF7FlpeDo/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan giving the girls their Christmas present! They loved their bones and chewed on them all morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17mDzarqNIQ/TwG-mlQfSsI/AAAAAAAAFyg/iMY1ZNoBQCY/s1600/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693040974018595522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17mDzarqNIQ/TwG-mlQfSsI/AAAAAAAAFyg/iMY1ZNoBQCY/s400/IMG_0873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan trying to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; to open at least one of his presents. What &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;happend&lt;/span&gt; to 'kids this age just love the wrapping paper?' Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;. He just wanted to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aimFQP0UtvY/TwG-mN_8QbI/AAAAAAAAFyU/4Qjy3uYge_g/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693040967775175090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aimFQP0UtvY/TwG-mN_8QbI/AAAAAAAAFyU/4Qjy3uYge_g/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; DRAGON!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nai9i_c_xlc/TwG-l73QUEI/AAAAAAAAFyI/qPH_5Ft5mHU/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693040962906902594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nai9i_c_xlc/TwG-l73QUEI/AAAAAAAAFyI/qPH_5Ft5mHU/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys got some shoes, clothes, a car garage for their new toy cars, some art stuff, a new towel for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, some dress up outfits, and a transformer that is almost even too hard for Jonathan to play with (but he HAD to get one for Jack). The dragon was by far Jack's favorite, but is beginning to be my least favorite. He wants to play dragon and knight ALL THE TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8946227447062563410?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8946227447062563410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8946227447062563410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8946227447062563410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8946227447062563410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XjytNak7zQ/TwG-nyfKtBI/AAAAAAAAFy4/QbZXNrtDn9o/s72-c/IMG_0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2677688881026436835</id><published>2012-01-01T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:05:47.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve is the big day at the Heil house. Jackson was pumped to get over there to see if the reindeer ate the carrots and we were excited for another packed day with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could your Christmas not be merry with that smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geqCNzICUrU/TwC8nD1PPcI/AAAAAAAAFwY/4_oH1R2S4GY/s1600/IMG_9854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757308225830338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geqCNzICUrU/TwC8nD1PPcI/AAAAAAAAFwY/4_oH1R2S4GY/s400/IMG_9854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving me some Adelyn! Addie had three outfit changes that day, this tutu being her first 'morning' outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HL46veFfeIY/TwC8l-QmaxI/AAAAAAAAFwM/cNz_rV-eXQQ/s1600/IMG_9852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757289550113554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HL46veFfeIY/TwC8l-QmaxI/AAAAAAAAFwM/cNz_rV-eXQQ/s400/IMG_9852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Brad and Kristen finally caught Brayden's 'cool' non-wave hi on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHBRG0G-DqQ/TwC9cSI9lhI/AAAAAAAAFx8/V4hpyF6PT00/s1600/IMG_9888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692758222599722514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHBRG0G-DqQ/TwC9cSI9lhI/AAAAAAAAFx8/V4hpyF6PT00/s400/IMG_9888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the traditions begin. To start the day we read the story of baby Jesus. It talks about his birth and that today is his birthday. Then Jackson and my mom go and find all the hidden baby Jesus' around the house and put them in their appropriate mangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y05CNVgZHgU/TwC9cZpR4AI/AAAAAAAAFxw/dwKTcwtnUPk/s1600/IMG_9876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692758224614318082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y05CNVgZHgU/TwC9cZpR4AI/AAAAAAAAFxw/dwKTcwtnUPk/s400/IMG_9876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we sing Happy Birthday to Jesus and blow out the candle on the cake (this year being a muffin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SE5b0YMMsBY/TwC9G27gT3I/AAAAAAAAFxg/R-JYZvOw-B8/s1600/IMG_9882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757854518267762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SE5b0YMMsBY/TwC9G27gT3I/AAAAAAAAFxg/R-JYZvOw-B8/s400/IMG_9882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THEN, my mom reads the card that Rudolf writes and brings to each kid. This was a tradition of ours when we were younger that all started when one year all I asked for was a letter from Rudolf and the tradition continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson's letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1r34HxnHQk/TwC9GxGO2II/AAAAAAAAFxY/eHN6RAsP7E4/s1600/IMG_9885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757852952647810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1r34HxnHQk/TwC9GxGO2II/AAAAAAAAFxY/eHN6RAsP7E4/s400/IMG_9885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden's letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo4NpFFTOWU/TwC9F7jozAI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/y0DD8CoKDJE/s1600/IMG_9893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757838580468738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo4NpFFTOWU/TwC9F7jozAI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/y0DD8CoKDJE/s400/IMG_9893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally presents! The kids were spoiled as always. Brayden got books, a helicopter with balls, some clothes, an interactive soccer ball, a puzzle, and more! Jackson got a whole new wardrobe, some art supplies, 3 Poingo books and the pen (this is a really cool interactive book), and a whole dress up knight outfit complete with sword, shield, homemade helmet, and puppet dragon! It was a hit to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden and his song book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgQzi8sDlaI/TwC9F0RImWI/AAAAAAAAFw8/oc2M4joLGWQ/s1600/IMG_9914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757836623812962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgQzi8sDlaI/TwC9F0RImWI/AAAAAAAAFw8/oc2M4joLGWQ/s400/IMG_9914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (and Carissa) made Addie a sleeping mat. She is a little young for it but showed us that she knows what to do. She immediately put her head down and took a little rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VewLQHnh0Es/TwC9FtcQuNI/AAAAAAAAFw0/vMICFUt0tso/s1600/IMG_9921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757834791434450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VewLQHnh0Es/TwC9FtcQuNI/AAAAAAAAFw0/vMICFUt0tso/s400/IMG_9921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight Jackson fighting his dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tRr8rxFUqM/TwC8nXXGPVI/AAAAAAAAFwg/ozbPGRPqgMg/s1600/IMG_9944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757313468120402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tRr8rxFUqM/TwC8nXXGPVI/AAAAAAAAFwg/ozbPGRPqgMg/s400/IMG_9944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came naps and a very peaceful adult brunch. Then came stockings and church. The boys went in the nursery and loved it! Jackson cried when we came to pick him up to bring him back for communion and the last song with the candles, Silent Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then came home and took some family pictures had a light dinner and the kids opened their stockings. The presents just seemed never ending! It was a fantastic day with the Heil's and Hoffmans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family picture attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1TQEafStuk/TwC8lpLdO_I/AAAAAAAAFv8/HnJLXp4kaa4/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757283891395570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1TQEafStuk/TwC8lpLdO_I/AAAAAAAAFv8/HnJLXp4kaa4/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever growing Heil family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MglpMLgZDXo/TwC8lZc_3sI/AAAAAAAAFv0/t95Z3mlH0TY/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692757279670001346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MglpMLgZDXo/TwC8lZc_3sI/AAAAAAAAFv0/t95Z3mlH0TY/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFgkxewRfVo/TwHxk4FFBQI/AAAAAAAAFzE/k--l4uIXXuc/s1600/IMG_9991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693097019804288258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFgkxewRfVo/TwHxk4FFBQI/AAAAAAAAFzE/k--l4uIXXuc/s400/IMG_9991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-2677688881026436835?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2677688881026436835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2677688881026436835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2677688881026436835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2677688881026436835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geqCNzICUrU/TwC8nD1PPcI/AAAAAAAAFwY/4_oH1R2S4GY/s72-c/IMG_9854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-1459629520121701442</id><published>2012-01-01T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:53:38.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it begins...</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2o11 was a marathon of food, family and presents! Not only was Christmas day (Sunday) packed full but so was Christmas Eve (Saturday) and Christmas Eves Eve (Friday). We were no stop but made it through with smiles on our faces (most of the time), even with all of us getting the dreaded cold at some point during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Christmas Eves Eve, started our festivities. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoffmans&lt;/span&gt; made it into town late the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nigth&lt;/span&gt; before and we were super excited to get over my parents to see them. We spent the day at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil's&lt;/span&gt; hanging out, going shopping kid free, eating a wonderful Christmas dinner and the adults opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; and Brady sharing some Cheerios. They were too cute together and I loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; them interact. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; taught Addie to crawl and I sure hope Addie taught &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; to chill out a bit. Addie is SO easy going and just an all around happy baby. Definitely the complete opposite of our two boys. We just walk into the room and you can feel the energy level rise to an uncontrollable level. We need more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Addies&lt;/span&gt; to calm it down a bit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BP5nXtel5Y/TwCyK08FYxI/AAAAAAAAFvo/RyFyx3GKBNo/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745828075397906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BP5nXtel5Y/TwCyK08FYxI/AAAAAAAAFvo/RyFyx3GKBNo/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack showing Addie some cousin love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vP-7cT3-nI/TwCyKiqZleI/AAAAAAAAFvc/G7vYCLFWHS4/s1600/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745823169385954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vP-7cT3-nI/TwCyKiqZleI/AAAAAAAAFvc/G7vYCLFWHS4/s400/IMG_1475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is always so good at starting (and keeping) traditions. More on that later, but this year she started a new one with Jackson and the other two can join in next year. Santa came to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; house one day early so the night before he came, Jackson and my mom hung carrots in the backyard for the reindeer. Jackson thought it was so cool and was even more excited to come back the next morning and see that some of the carrots were eaten (thanks to my dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4gVIjkvi-g/TwCyKEXVY3I/AAAAAAAAFvQ/qKRw-0kZyho/s1600/IMG_9751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745815036355442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4gVIjkvi-g/TwCyKEXVY3I/AAAAAAAAFvQ/qKRw-0kZyho/s400/IMG_9751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDYhAN1KFOo/TwCyJ77X1sI/AAAAAAAAFvE/0MsO1pQJwgM/s1600/IMG_9756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745812771591874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDYhAN1KFOo/TwCyJ77X1sI/AAAAAAAAFvE/0MsO1pQJwgM/s400/IMG_9756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy1fKJmuV5k/TwCxhj8L1HI/AAAAAAAAFu4/UddI349QAYs/s1600/IMG_9761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745119137780850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy1fKJmuV5k/TwCxhj8L1HI/AAAAAAAAFu4/UddI349QAYs/s400/IMG_9761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson waiting patiently for dinner to start. The funny thing is, he is the first to sit down and want to eat and then is the first to be done and want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745103677022290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rvTrWcMBoA/TwCxgqWDYFI/AAAAAAAAFus/m9AXYExHeWM/s400/IMG_9787.JPG" /&gt;Getting a little curious while waiting. He didn't know Brad was watching him try to blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vahgZUvV6_8/TwCxgp-u-VI/AAAAAAAAFuc/VK2gD4Tfwj8/s1600/IMG_9793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745103579216210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vahgZUvV6_8/TwCxgp-u-VI/AAAAAAAAFuc/VK2gD4Tfwj8/s400/IMG_9793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents who made the two day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; Christmas marathon just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQrwLeZDxcc/TwCxgXZJ7UI/AAAAAAAAFuU/rVuxXXoXE-Y/s1600/IMG_9800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745098589760834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQrwLeZDxcc/TwCxgXZJ7UI/AAAAAAAAFuU/rVuxXXoXE-Y/s400/IMG_9800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to presents. The adults opened most of their presents that evening because the next day (Christmas Eve) was way to packed to get it in...and it was! We gave my parents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blackhawks&lt;/span&gt; tickets and as always, my parents were more than generous. I got a day at Lifetime Fitness complete with child care, a massage, pool time and some time with my mom! I can't wait to pick a date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3FcdcGv3vY/TwCwXGqpzsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/KW7qhtn10SU/s1600/IMG_9826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692743839969300162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3FcdcGv3vY/TwCwXGqpzsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/KW7qhtn10SU/s400/IMG_9826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture just cracks me up! Jack, trouble as usual, trying on my mom's new yoga shirt and then there's Addie, just chilling in the background.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbS_FO67PY4/TwCwWHvtQmI/AAAAAAAAFt8/xoFw7vuDjEo/s1600/IMG_9837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692743823079064162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbS_FO67PY4/TwCwWHvtQmI/AAAAAAAAFt8/xoFw7vuDjEo/s400/IMG_9837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Brady was tired and sick because he chilled with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt; for quite a bit! And you all know, this NEVER happens. He is an on-the-go kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvR5F_M1RLs/TwCwV0w-LrI/AAAAAAAAFtw/bIxMWa74Kr8/s1600/IMG_9843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692743817984093874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvR5F_M1RLs/TwCwV0w-LrI/AAAAAAAAFtw/bIxMWa74Kr8/s400/IMG_9843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post, Christmas Eve at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil's&lt;/span&gt;! I know, I told you it was a Marathon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-1459629520121701442?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1459629520121701442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=1459629520121701442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1459629520121701442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1459629520121701442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-it-begins.html' title='And it begins...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BP5nXtel5Y/TwCyK08FYxI/AAAAAAAAFvo/RyFyx3GKBNo/s72-c/IMG_1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3663035297050644271</id><published>2011-12-22T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:34:49.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden is 9 months!</title><content type='html'>This past month has been absolutely crazy. Not only did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; celebrate Thanksgiving, my birthday, and a few Christmas festivities, but he has really taken off! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has learned how to crawl (the real thing) and is all over the place! He is a much happier baby now that he can actually get to the places he wants to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EQHDvKBaYo/TvNV7RG4HQI/AAAAAAAAFso/DUDmR97nGxU/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688985230991957250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EQHDvKBaYo/TvNV7RG4HQI/AAAAAAAAFso/DUDmR97nGxU/s400/IMG_0816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has been up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is an eating machine. He will pretty much eat anything, but to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; style, will only eat them in the order he wants to eat them. For example, he could have a plate full of food but will whine till Cheerios are poured on his plate. Then he would eat a few and then go back to his regular food. He does this too with his water. He will not eat one more bite until he gets that sip. He is really into blueberries, chicken nuggets, Cheerios (still) and cheese. He also loves sausage in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is still our early bird. Getting up in the 5s. He takes a total of 3-3.5 hr naps during the day but the length of his two naps vary daily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to drink water and now can drink his bottle sitting up. Very convenient when needing to drink his bottle on the go in the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; knows the word no, and will listen most of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can clap and way hi. Well, his wave is just a too cool hand in the air. There is no waving involved. He also loves to give hi fives and will giggle like crazy when we give him one or two.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; LOVES to cruise the walls and will walk around our entire house just using the walls, going in and out of the bathroom to do it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He also LOVES to push things. We don't really have a baby walker but he will use anything that moves and push it around the house. He gets very frustrated when he runs into a wall and can't push it anymore, but has learned in the past few days to move around to the other side and just put it back to where he came from. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a crawler. Carissa and I took the boys to the pool a few weeks back and they both pretty much left the pool crawling. I need to remember that for next time when I want to encourage crawling and not army crawling. He likes to crawl and is getting pretty fast at it, but will choose cruising over crawling any day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mind the car and will often watch is big brother Jackson. I also have found them holding hands in the back seat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still takes 4 bottles a day but often does not finish his middle of the day bottles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't like to take pictures. He is too busy now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can entertain himself for much longer periods of time now that he can crawl and seems to be more interested in toys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has a new name...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babyzilla&lt;/span&gt;. He loves to destroy the train table, among other things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a WHINER! He is just a loud kid and will whine all day long, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56z_4PLkrQI/TvNW1eKzZzI/AAAAAAAAFtk/SLsEL_b32Pk/s1600/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688986230930499378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56z_4PLkrQI/TvNW1eKzZzI/AAAAAAAAFtk/SLsEL_b32Pk/s400/IMG_0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcv0qXtKli8/TvNW0vtLHBI/AAAAAAAAFtY/6aBEZdGohXM/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688986218458192914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcv0qXtKli8/TvNW0vtLHBI/AAAAAAAAFtY/6aBEZdGohXM/s400/IMG_1461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb91eP2lkAY/TvNW0QtW1sI/AAAAAAAAFtM/qhqmv_OpWz8/s1600/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688986210137462466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb91eP2lkAY/TvNW0QtW1sI/AAAAAAAAFtM/qhqmv_OpWz8/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjeMJ5uhHuQ/TvNV7lPODsI/AAAAAAAAFs0/fMCO9_tfczw/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688985236395658946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjeMJ5uhHuQ/TvNV7lPODsI/AAAAAAAAFs0/fMCO9_tfczw/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EQHDvKBaYo/TvNV7RG4HQI/AAAAAAAAFso/DUDmR97nGxU/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yb8HzGH4ct0/TvNV6vzY2PI/AAAAAAAAFsc/FrmErtGGC78/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688985222051846386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yb8HzGH4ct0/TvNV6vzY2PI/AAAAAAAAFsc/FrmErtGGC78/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hb5POiZ7Hl4/TvNV6d-ubFI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/-KYeayxkvng/s1600/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688985217267559506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hb5POiZ7Hl4/TvNV6d-ubFI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/-KYeayxkvng/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; 9 month appointment went smoothly. He just has a lot of dry skin around his nose and eyes so we need to keep an eye on that. He got one shot and had a very delayed cry but it didn't last long. He is meeting all his milestones and is doing just great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; Weight: 19 lbs 7 oz (33%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6BatMJkaXo/TvNQ5t5BxDI/AAAAAAAAFsE/Nc8J_ra2bCU/s1600/B-weight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688979706800620594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6BatMJkaXo/TvNQ5t5BxDI/AAAAAAAAFsE/Nc8J_ra2bCU/s400/B-weight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; Height: 29 1/2 in (95%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Head: 95%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Fo1NcB3HY/TvNQ5g2ISEI/AAAAAAAAFr4/vVHSqHEETlw/s1600/B-height.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688979703298803778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Fo1NcB3HY/TvNQ5g2ISEI/AAAAAAAAFr4/vVHSqHEETlw/s400/B-height.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what our tall and skinny boy has been up to the past month! As always, we love him and just can't imagine our lives with out this little boy that brings a lot of noise (and love) to our family.&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/5499211577901145572-3663035297050644271?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3663035297050644271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3663035297050644271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3663035297050644271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3663035297050644271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/12/brayden-is-9-months.html' title='Brayden is 9 months!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EQHDvKBaYo/TvNV7RG4HQI/AAAAAAAAFso/DUDmR97nGxU/s72-c/IMG_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2238696335582321124</id><published>2011-12-07T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:48:12.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa!</title><content type='html'>This year Santa has become more real to Jackson. We have been talking about him and then we finally went to meet him and ask him for a gift. Up till the day we went, Jackson was going to ask Santa for a plane but then last minute changed his mind to dragons and has been sticking to it. Hopefully Santa can come through....dragons are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The yearly Santa picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson was in awe with Santa and actually told him what he wanted when Santa asked him and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; didn't really seem to mind him....this year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spsXsZWceCo/TuAVJo43FwI/AAAAAAAAFrs/dpi25qMkJp0/s1600/img088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683565985080481538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spsXsZWceCo/TuAVJo43FwI/AAAAAAAAFrs/dpi25qMkJp0/s400/img088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we have done every year, we went to see Santa with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uberts&lt;/span&gt;. Here is Jack and Tyler checking out their height compared to the polar bear. They have a lot of growing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Shfb1jSipIE/TuAVJNL9E7I/AAAAAAAAFrg/VPTBrUy_8PM/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683565977644372914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Shfb1jSipIE/TuAVJNL9E7I/AAAAAAAAFrg/VPTBrUy_8PM/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let you into the 'snow room' right before you meet Santa. Why? They were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; with all this fake snow that was impossible to take off. But hey, they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNPVmC-MQEs/TuAVIjYFeDI/AAAAAAAAFrU/2MWC4VegWY0/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683565966420965426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNPVmC-MQEs/TuAVIjYFeDI/AAAAAAAAFrU/2MWC4VegWY0/s400/IMG_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tolerating&lt;/span&gt; the 'snow.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObsVSmOHdxQ/TuAVIc0w1eI/AAAAAAAAFrI/QdkDHFRRUYQ/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683565964662199778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObsVSmOHdxQ/TuAVIc0w1eI/AAAAAAAAFrI/QdkDHFRRUYQ/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also have to note that this year Jingle the elf made his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; at our house. Jackson enjoys finding Jingle every morning and we love to remind Jackson that Jingle is watching him and reporting back to Santa at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-2238696335582321124?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2238696335582321124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2238696335582321124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2238696335582321124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2238696335582321124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa.html' title='Santa!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spsXsZWceCo/TuAVJo43FwI/AAAAAAAAFrs/dpi25qMkJp0/s72-c/img088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8300496073064363370</id><published>2011-12-04T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:51:58.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack is 2.5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jackson is 2 1/2! Boy how time flies when you are a kid. He seems older (and smarter) by the day! We love him to pieces and he never fails to make us laugh on a daily basis. Seriously, how could it get any better than this?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgft-RhKaj0/Tto1ydrTooI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/be4TNP1e-QY/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681913020957303426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgft-RhKaj0/Tto1ydrTooI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/be4TNP1e-QY/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 2 1/2 Jackson....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVES: Dragons, dinosaurs, trains, cars, bugs, eating (sweets and snacks), holding his brother's hand, playing with his dad, being outside, playing doctor, babies (real and fake), watching movies or shows (his favorite being Curious George,The Cat in the Hat and Super Why), playing on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;, swimming and taking a bath, helping us with anything we do, walking Bella and hunting for dragons on our walk, playing monster when he gets out of the bath, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daddy's&lt;/span&gt; car, playing hide and seek, and the word WHY? Oh how he loves to ask "Why?" over and over and over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EATS: BALONEY AND CHEESE. If he could have this at any and all meals he would be one happy camper. He also loves all breakfast food and is lately into breakfast burritos. He is slowing enjoying more vegetables and will eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cucumbers&lt;/span&gt;, carrots and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cauliflower&lt;/span&gt;. He loves all sweets and snacks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; fruit snacks. He would drink milk all day and can't go to be without his water. Dinner is still not his meal and most nights only takes a few bites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SLEEPS: From about 7/730pm to around 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. He take a nap every day for about 2 hours but has been known to play in his bed before naps for over an hour. He can go without a nap and would want to every day. We are not ready for that yet. He still does not get out of his bed and will call for us in the morning or wait quietly until we come and check on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS GETTING SMARTER: He knows the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ABCs&lt;/span&gt; and can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; all the letters and most of the sounds. He can count to 20 but will always leave 19 out. He knows most of his colors (he gets black and brown mixed up) and knows what a circle is and maybe a few others? He is starting to color more in the lines but can't cut with scissors. He LOVES books and wants us to read and read and read to him every night. We pick out books from the library every week and recently they have been dragon books. He really wants to go to school but I think it is partly because he thinks he will be riding a school bus there. He knows what a stop sign is and knows to stop at red lights and go at green. He is becoming more and more aware of things and places we have been and will often tell me that we have been there before or that he likes that place. Most of the time in the car he will point a direction and tell me that we need to go that way to the place we are going. Most of the time he is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ATTITUDE: Jackson is mostly a very happy kid. He will always tell me that "he likes this place" or " that (insert food/toy/person) is my favorite." He absolutely adores his brother and wants to play with him all day long. He loves to go and get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; when he wakes up from his nap and it is so fun to walk in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; room and see them just having fun together (Jackson is often jumping in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; crib and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is just going along for the ride). He will give us kisses and hugs when we ask him for one and always wants to snuggle up on our laps when watching a show or movie. He is the most outgoing little boy. He will go up to anyone and talk to them and tell them that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is his brother. He is so proud! He is known to go out to people that I know and that he has just met and sit on their lap and give them a hug. He loves all kids and will seek out playmates anywhere. He loves to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; with friends and looks forward to them now. Just recently Jackson has started to defy us a little more. He will tell us no and will definitely let us know when he doesn't like things. We have had a few meltdowns when trying to leave somewhere but this has happened when he was tired. He knows where timeout is and will go there when you say timeout to him. Although he loves his brother, he does often hit him and push him down, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; other things, but will often run up to tell us right away and then off he goes to time out. The other day I walked by and he told me that he stepped on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; hand and began to show me. Off to time out he went, not understanding why that was a bad thing to do. After his timeout I told him that that hurts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and he asked "why?" I said, "do you want me to show you?" And he said yes and I stepped on his hand. He was not too happy about that but I don't think he will be stepping on any more hands lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HATES: Taking pictures (unless its with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;), eating veggies, eating dinner, dark rooms, sitting still, taking naps, and not being able to play with his brother because he got in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many pictures of Jackson because that is one of the things that he hates but here are a few recent ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack helping me celebrate my 29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB2rEObEnGI/Tto15Qy-3vI/AAAAAAAAFqA/cyuQOzhSllU/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681913137758920434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB2rEObEnGI/Tto15Qy-3vI/AAAAAAAAFqA/cyuQOzhSllU/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack and his pal Tyler waiting to see Santa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2KBM9tjHPw/Tto1y-lmbEI/AAAAAAAAFpk/ILd3BLCQt_w/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681913029791738946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2KBM9tjHPw/Tto1y-lmbEI/AAAAAAAAFpk/ILd3BLCQt_w/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sure does love his brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfxEvrqWfpI/Tto1ykSAdRI/AAAAAAAAFpc/PTBKkyywtlk/s1600/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681913022730237202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfxEvrqWfpI/Tto1ykSAdRI/AAAAAAAAFpc/PTBKkyywtlk/s400/IMG_0718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw this one is since this is something that he does ALL the time. He loves to hold baby hands and he l0&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ves&lt;/span&gt; to put them up by his mouth. Don't ask me why but this is something he has done since we brought Brady home. He has yet to bite them. I think he is just trying to kiss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682328622146644354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PztRf06k0yg/TtuvxowV6YI/AAAAAAAAFq4/bOin8qmsqBc/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile. Always with his eyes closed. A problem he gets from his mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v0TPyVl6RXA/TtuvxBAcgoI/AAAAAAAAFqw/oC7Mk3URSbc/s1600/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682328611476767362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v0TPyVl6RXA/TtuvxBAcgoI/AAAAAAAAFqw/oC7Mk3URSbc/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of most of the pictures I try to take of Jack these days. Angry faced or trying to cover up his face because he hates his picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kayGi43Uek/Ttuvw6_fbHI/AAAAAAAAFqk/kA37o7QCUes/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682328609862151282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kayGi43Uek/Ttuvw6_fbHI/AAAAAAAAFqk/kA37o7QCUes/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson on a warmer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcR4Nd6lCxo/TtuvwdugjtI/AAAAAAAAFqY/trzMY_Bc6Bk/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp9dC1RCqn4/TtuvwOPPk0I/AAAAAAAAFqM/VwRUk4UHAmc/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682328597848625986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp9dC1RCqn4/TtuvwOPPk0I/AAAAAAAAFqM/VwRUk4UHAmc/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's our big guy at 2.5! It is so amazing how much he learns every day and how happy he is in his little world! We are sure proud of him and love him more and more! How did we get so lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8300496073064363370?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8300496073064363370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8300496073064363370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8300496073064363370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8300496073064363370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/12/jack-is-25.html' title='Jack is 2.5!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgft-RhKaj0/Tto1ydrTooI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/be4TNP1e-QY/s72-c/IMG_0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-1700614635869202615</id><published>2011-12-01T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:30:57.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 before 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is the first day of the last year in my 20s! Not only is it my birthday, it is my sister Kristen's too! We have shared every birthday together and so much more, but this past year was extra special because we shared having our little miracles together. It was so fun being pregnant and having our kids only 10 days apart! I will miss giving her a hug on her birthday but we both know that I will give her a nice wake up call at 6:10AM (my time!) to be the first to wish her Happy Birthday the minute she turns 29! Happy Birthday Kristen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks before we met our little nuggets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfRyhNi0iJ8/TtbfPK-ZG2I/AAAAAAAAFog/WE5dIM5AN4c/s1600/DSCN1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680973431711538018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfRyhNi0iJ8/TtbfPK-ZG2I/AAAAAAAAFog/WE5dIM5AN4c/s400/DSCN1649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen with my newest love bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6CwANPdn7I/TtbfQdtKn2I/AAAAAAAAFo4/Gnn37R5J-VI/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680973453919428450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6CwANPdn7I/TtbfQdtKn2I/AAAAAAAAFo4/Gnn37R5J-VI/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me with her little love bug! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgGtvyrtpGc/TtbmixhteQI/AAAAAAAAFpE/og4yevrdBCI/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680981465059129602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgGtvyrtpGc/TtbmixhteQI/AAAAAAAAFpE/og4yevrdBCI/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To celebrate my LAST year in the 20s I have put together a list of things I want accomplish before I hit that big milestone in my life....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Hopefully have another little miracle....maybe a girl this time?&lt;br /&gt;2. Run a half marathon. This one might be hard if #1 happens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the perfect new car.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to knit.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read 12 books and read every night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;6. Turn the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; off for a whole month. This will most likely happen in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;7. Organize my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; and listen to music more often.&lt;br /&gt;8. Take the dogs for a walk everyday for a whole month (which will hopefully start a habit)&lt;br /&gt;9. Paint all the trim in the house. (I know this is a no fun one, but I will feel MUCH better after it is done.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Join a farm share.&lt;br /&gt;11. Redecorate one room in my house....possibly the dinning room?&lt;br /&gt;12. Pray.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do something out of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; zone...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TBD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit one place on my travel TO-DO list.&lt;br /&gt;15. Make two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; projects a month...probably should start to make a list for this one...&lt;br /&gt;16. Complete my very own Project 365 book (which very well might turn into Project 52).&lt;br /&gt;17. Date my husband every month...just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;18. Plan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;19. Create a family mission statement and hang it in our home.&lt;br /&gt;20. Go one month without being negative. Think positive! I'm going to be YES girl!&lt;br /&gt;21. Friends Friday!&lt;br /&gt;22. Get dressed everyday for a month...hair, makeup, the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shebang&lt;/span&gt;! Make it a habit?&lt;br /&gt;23. Have our family portraits taken.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do one special thing for my kids everyday.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vist&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoffmans&lt;/span&gt; in Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;26. Be healthy. Fit is not a destination, its a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;27. Start a new holiday tradition every holiday.&lt;br /&gt;28. Visit my Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;29. ????? (any suggestions?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it! Maybe when I complete one, I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt; it checked off and with a little story just to keep me honest. Here's to my last year in my 20s!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/5499211577901145572-1700614635869202615?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1700614635869202615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=1700614635869202615' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1700614635869202615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1700614635869202615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/29-before-30.html' title='29 before 30'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfRyhNi0iJ8/TtbfPK-ZG2I/AAAAAAAAFog/WE5dIM5AN4c/s72-c/DSCN1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7549616170558763187</id><published>2011-11-29T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:55:20.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib Standing</title><content type='html'>It happened. And it keeps happening. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has discovered he now can stand in his crib. Not a big deal you say? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; quite the opposite. Now nap/bed time has gone from gently placing him on his belly and then sleep (maybe a few whines here and there) to gently placing him on his belly and then silence and then crying. We then find him standing in his crib crying for his pacifier that he has now thrown out of his crib. It is a fun game. We are lucky that at the moment there is only one round of this and after we put him down on his belly again, he gets the idea that he needs to go to sleep. He is a standing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maching&lt;/span&gt; lately. He LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv_MG39pzgw/TtWX0cRSWQI/AAAAAAAAFoU/2muh_6ip1Ww/s1600/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680613432195438850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv_MG39pzgw/TtWX0cRSWQI/AAAAAAAAFoU/2muh_6ip1Ww/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kid absolutely loves to stand. He will prefer it over any and all things. He now is getting pretty good at cruising and will cruise over crawling any day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has recently started to scale the walls and move along a room. He is still a very noisy mover and I mostly have learned to block it out, but it always surprises me that when I look up he is across the room. Will he ever decide to crawl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6fQalVCVbY/TtWXz0o4s3I/AAAAAAAAFoI/8BgXDTM7wXA/s1600/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680613421557003122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6fQalVCVbY/TtWXz0o4s3I/AAAAAAAAFoI/8BgXDTM7wXA/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two loves. It would be a perfect picture if Jack could just OPEN HIS EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xIElgf6M4nk/TtWXzuBNjQI/AAAAAAAAFn8/tE5a3aO1pWk/s1600/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680613419779984642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xIElgf6M4nk/TtWXzuBNjQI/AAAAAAAAFn8/tE5a3aO1pWk/s400/IMG_1372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-7549616170558763187?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7549616170558763187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7549616170558763187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7549616170558763187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7549616170558763187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/crib-standing.html' title='Crib Standing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv_MG39pzgw/TtWX0cRSWQI/AAAAAAAAFoU/2muh_6ip1Ww/s72-c/IMG_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-6069684069345727635</id><published>2011-11-27T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:51:34.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>We were lucky to have four Thanksgiving events this week. It started last Sunday with Jonathan's mom's Thanksgiving and ended today at Jonathan's dads. Here is a little recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy's Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the biggest and craziest. Here is where Brayden had his first taste of meat. He didn't love it but he didn't hate it. His meal also included sweet potatoes, mac and cheese, and a biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyWItojXq00/TtLiEg8O10I/AAAAAAAAFns/cnwz9bynsbc/s1600/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679850647257536322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyWItojXq00/TtLiEg8O10I/AAAAAAAAFns/cnwz9bynsbc/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJNhG59rjg8/TtLiEcmYDHI/AAAAAAAAFnk/xDLE79KBHEQ/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679850646092123250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJNhG59rjg8/TtLiEcmYDHI/AAAAAAAAFnk/xDLE79KBHEQ/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden sure loves his water. He drinks it like his dad...tons of it and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlkCi09hqjw/TtLiEEduk5I/AAAAAAAAFnY/8l2sQPfhQbs/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679850639613399954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlkCi09hqjw/TtLiEEduk5I/AAAAAAAAFnY/8l2sQPfhQbs/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden and his cousin, Dylan, having some fun together. I think Dylan just wants to climb up on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13cAiRMGrFo/TtLiD9M04uI/AAAAAAAAFnM/FqmCZHWdfbw/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679850637663462114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13cAiRMGrFo/TtLiD9M04uI/AAAAAAAAFnM/FqmCZHWdfbw/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heil Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was very low key. It took place at my house, but that is about all that I did. My parents brought over most of the food and did most of the cooking. The boys took really long naps and pretty much woke up when we were ready to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gigi and Papa with Brayden on his first Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBT7YBfSLg4/TtLhL_OP3oI/AAAAAAAAFnA/Rnwmm_PILW4/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849676133621378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBT7YBfSLg4/TtLhL_OP3oI/AAAAAAAAFnA/Rnwmm_PILW4/s400/IMG_1341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30xB0Q1vvM0/TtLhL429Z9I/AAAAAAAAFmw/xxaRNhsXgp0/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849674425329618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30xB0Q1vvM0/TtLhL429Z9I/AAAAAAAAFmw/xxaRNhsXgp0/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and his Thanksgiving meal. He pretty much wanted nothing to do with it but definitely perked up for ice cream and some of the sweet potato pie Gigi made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uNunGozBEg/TtLhLIjqr3I/AAAAAAAAFmo/Z3V2usUglHA/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849661459509106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uNunGozBEg/TtLhLIjqr3I/AAAAAAAAFmo/Z3V2usUglHA/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving from the Foleys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVpY7NjSvpU/TtLhKg0jvbI/AAAAAAAAFmc/0q28iAOPBlQ/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849650792938930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVpY7NjSvpU/TtLhKg0jvbI/AAAAAAAAFmc/0q28iAOPBlQ/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foley Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last Thanksgiving today at John and Janet's. It started out with the most amazing brunch I have had in a long time and ended with Subway sandwiches. As much as I love Thanksgiving food, it was a nice change of pace. We crashed at their house for most of the day and it was easy because the kids were entertained for most of the time and we got to relax a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our annual Foley Family Thanksgiving picture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7-rJyc80Xk/TtLhKnS4V9I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/XAwYVk5kC5s/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849652530730962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7-rJyc80Xk/TtLhKnS4V9I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/XAwYVk5kC5s/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! We are so thankful for our family and friends, our health, and of course, you! We have sure been blessed in 2011!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-6069684069345727635?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6069684069345727635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=6069684069345727635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6069684069345727635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6069684069345727635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyWItojXq00/TtLiEg8O10I/AAAAAAAAFns/cnwz9bynsbc/s72-c/IMG_1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7164103475960233296</id><published>2011-11-21T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:27:52.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocho! (months, that is...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVF24fibuG0/Tsu-SmUQA2I/AAAAAAAAFmA/k9nuMn-QZSc/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677840981963047778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVF24fibuG0/Tsu-SmUQA2I/AAAAAAAAFmA/k9nuMn-QZSc/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brayden Jame is 8 months! Time is just flying by. He still is keeping us on our toes but when he is happy, he is HAPPY! He has the best smile, and we can always get him to giggle by tickling him or when Jackson blows raspberries on his naked belly. My favorite time of day is when he wakes up and he first sees me. I always get the biggest smile and his legs and arms are going 100 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0wYomoRQ4/Tsu-SJWPnUI/AAAAAAAAFl4/vEyO0g3TolA/s1600/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677840974186782018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0wYomoRQ4/Tsu-SJWPnUI/AAAAAAAAFl4/vEyO0g3TolA/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWadD5tMPxw/Tsu-RwYHCcI/AAAAAAAAFls/LUBkoWQNgrM/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677840967483722178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWadD5tMPxw/Tsu-RwYHCcI/AAAAAAAAFls/LUBkoWQNgrM/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is an average sleeper. He will take 2 (sometimes 3) naps a day, one being 2 hrs and the other a little bit shorter. He goes to bed at 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and sleeps till sometimes in the 5s. We were having a hard time with the time change for a bit waking up in the 4s, but I hope we are past that stage. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to be held and never likes to be alone. We can sometimes sneak out of the room but if he sees us it is all over. He is now also getting upset when anyone leaves the room, let it be Jackson or his aunt or anyone. I hope this gets better as his crawling gets better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; first reaction to anything is crying. It is not fun, but Jonathan and I are beginning to let him know that it is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but telling him no and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhhhing&lt;/span&gt; him. If we catch him early enough he mostly calms down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; loves his brother and Jackson still loves playing with him. It is so cute when the interact in the car. Just today, I learned that Jackson can now reach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and hold his hand. And we all know that Jackson loves to hold hands. He also sings and talks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; just loves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is getting better at army crawling and has taken a few crawls on all fours. More often than not he whines while he crawls. I just think he is frustrated he can't get to what he wants fast enough. But in more exciting news, we have now caught him a few times starting to explore by himself. One time he actually crawled out of a room looking for me. It's been a long time coming! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsA_TKgQfd4/Tsq0O_9aAHI/AAAAAAAAFlg/SE_-eIixvS4/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548450034090098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsA_TKgQfd4/Tsq0O_9aAHI/AAAAAAAAFlg/SE_-eIixvS4/s400/IMG_1131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; loves to stand and is improving every day. He will cruise around the furniture but his favorite game of all time is to drop something while he is standing and then reaching down and picking it up again and again. He will sometimes just lean down to touch the floor if he doesn't have a toy to play with. I think he just thinks he is so cool when he does it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yoGdYsx-Wc/Tsq0OjvpY-I/AAAAAAAAFlU/Gnz-lG4ZA2M/s1600/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548442460185570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yoGdYsx-Wc/Tsq0OjvpY-I/AAAAAAAAFlU/Gnz-lG4ZA2M/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aykt9bOPpUU/Tsq0N_bc-jI/AAAAAAAAFlI/AI2maNHjhT4/s1600/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548432711809586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aykt9bOPpUU/Tsq0N_bc-jI/AAAAAAAAFlI/AI2maNHjhT4/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; now is eating anything that we eat and three meals a day. He still gets four bottles a day.. morning (8oz), night (8oz) and two 6 oz after naps. He often doesn't finish one of his midday bottles. Some foods that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has had include: cheese, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt;, all veggies, all fruits, toast with jelly, turkey, noodles, mac and cheese, and different crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; all time favorite food is CHEERIOS! He will eat those all day if he could. And he is actually quite when he eats, so it is definitely my go to when I need a little peace in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves water and can use a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup without assistance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2e6mXIMAjA/Tsq0NlAKwYI/AAAAAAAAFk4/11UE2KVgelA/s1600/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548425618047362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2e6mXIMAjA/Tsq0NlAKwYI/AAAAAAAAFk4/11UE2KVgelA/s400/IMG_1189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; usually wears size 12 months clothes and size 3 diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; the car and is the quietest he is all day when we are driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He cannot or will not sleep anywhere other than his crib. He will sleep in the car but the minute we stop he wakes up. I am very thankful, though, that he will transfer to his crib and go back to sleep. I have yet to see him fall asleep in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; and will occasionally fall asleep in someones arms if he is really, really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His favorite toys include, Sophie the giraffe, cars, balls, and anything that he can stand and hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is beginning to like his jumper and can really get going in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is in a big boy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; for almost a month now and loves to sit in carts and in high chairs when we are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; gives open mouth kisses when I ask and pucker up. He definitely does lean in for a kiss. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; loves the bath and the pool but now just wants to stand up in the tub so his baths are getting shorter and shorter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNBUJ0wCN6c/Tsq0NdJTUfI/AAAAAAAAFkw/vaKP7Zd8a4E/s1600/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548423508873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNBUJ0wCN6c/Tsq0NdJTUfI/AAAAAAAAFkw/vaKP7Zd8a4E/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has four teeth, and I think he is on his way to getting two more. The top middle two! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is now attempting to climb up stairs. He made it up the first few stairs (under our watch) and then wasn't quite sure what to do next.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves his pacifier and will use it all day. He is just so loud in general that I have no problem letting him use it to just quiet him down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He knows his name and will turn to you when you say it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 8 months Brayden! You bring so much love into this house and we cherish every smile you give us! So excited to see where month 9 will take you! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5499211577901145572-7164103475960233296?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7164103475960233296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7164103475960233296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7164103475960233296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7164103475960233296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/ocho-months-that-is.html' title='Ocho! (months, that is...)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVF24fibuG0/Tsu-SmUQA2I/AAAAAAAAFmA/k9nuMn-QZSc/s72-c/IMG_0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7946336422596053818</id><published>2011-11-18T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:42:32.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's November and we went swimming not once, but twice this week! The boys LOVE the water and I love that it is pretty shallow (for the most part) and there are life guards. All of this makes it very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;manageable&lt;/span&gt; to bring two kids to the pool, especially one that has absolutely no fear of the water and always manages to make his way across the entire pool from me. I also LOVE that they both take amazing naps after their swimming sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We met Jen and Tyler in Arlington Heights for their tot swim. Jackson and Tyler had fun going down the slide. Good thing Jen snapped this picture before we went to the pool since the boys were in constant movement once their little feet hit the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_LUJRmXiQw/Tsa_s_xC71I/AAAAAAAAFkg/BkVmj2duk60/s1600/nov%2Bfun%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676435160099385170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_LUJRmXiQw/Tsa_s_xC71I/AAAAAAAAFkg/BkVmj2duk60/s400/nov%2Bfun%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we met up with April and her twins Parker and Gen in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt;. We have a pass there for the winter and I know we will probably be going just about every week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gen and Jackson enjoying the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN7e-vvqkw8/Tsa_st-l8QI/AAAAAAAAFkY/uPLyXiktt_c/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676435155324367106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN7e-vvqkw8/Tsa_st-l8QI/AAAAAAAAFkY/uPLyXiktt_c/s400/IMG_1284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker and Jack kept busy playing with the water toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4uuO93DtWg/Tsa_sUU4x3I/AAAAAAAAFkM/gaeEUzaS0zQ/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676435148438554482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4uuO93DtWg/Tsa_sUU4x3I/AAAAAAAAFkM/gaeEUzaS0zQ/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; spent most of the time in my arms or being pulled through the water, but when he did get a moment to sit, he just loved the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npz4u-begmM/Tsa_beSsCMI/AAAAAAAAFj8/32dD7Mxfmm4/s1600/IMG_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676434859055909058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npz4u-begmM/Tsa_beSsCMI/AAAAAAAAFj8/32dD7Mxfmm4/s400/IMG_1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang all playing together in the shallow end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqUANL_KctA/Tsa_a322iLI/AAAAAAAAFjo/VoTTn1o7VkU/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676434848738609330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqUANL_KctA/Tsa_a322iLI/AAAAAAAAFjo/VoTTn1o7VkU/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; finally got a hold of a toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xacA8InE93Y/Tsa_aTNHfqI/AAAAAAAAFjc/k9kcQUxOAwQ/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676434838899883682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xacA8InE93Y/Tsa_aTNHfqI/AAAAAAAAFjc/k9kcQUxOAwQ/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done and ready for a long nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bk6eTdvrNdY/Tsa_aIt8DlI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/ZxDhBJA5_y8/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676434836084756050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bk6eTdvrNdY/Tsa_aIt8DlI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/ZxDhBJA5_y8/s400/IMG_1294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-7946336422596053818?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7946336422596053818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7946336422596053818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7946336422596053818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7946336422596053818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-swim.html' title='November Swim'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_LUJRmXiQw/Tsa_s_xC71I/AAAAAAAAFkg/BkVmj2duk60/s72-c/nov%2Bfun%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7940153483934232965</id><published>2011-11-17T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:17:55.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese's fifth birthday festival</title><content type='html'>Reese's 5th birthday was a hit. It was the first party that Jackson actually understood what the whole thing was about. It was also the first party that we actually felt comfortable letting Jackson just roam and knew he wouldn't get into too much trouble. I can't wait till all our kids have this freedom...we have awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival/carnival/circus came complete with games, cotton candy, a face painting/balloon making lady, prizes and all the carnival food you could ask for. We were entertained all night and were the last to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The newest 5 year old and the balloon lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hpZ78T6a4E/TsUTvUkbCCI/AAAAAAAAFjE/7rG-OSXm3IU/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675964609066633250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hpZ78T6a4E/TsUTvUkbCCI/AAAAAAAAFjE/7rG-OSXm3IU/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson asking for his favorite thing...a sucker! Not sure why he got one, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just look at the crowd of kids! Reese is sure loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ijFrZO_Ib0/TsUTvKZEDLI/AAAAAAAAFi4/ewl7QIcs5JA/s1600/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675964606334635186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ijFrZO_Ib0/TsUTvKZEDLI/AAAAAAAAFi4/ewl7QIcs5JA/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Godson, Blake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heJsjajnsuY/TsUTuxVxgSI/AAAAAAAAFis/8afizwkssow/s1600/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675964599609950498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heJsjajnsuY/TsUTuxVxgSI/AAAAAAAAFis/8afizwkssow/s400/IMG_1210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery playing bozo buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvhlx1QX_I0/TsUSndaT0KI/AAAAAAAAFig/O1S7P2_w5fs/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675963374489555106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvhlx1QX_I0/TsUSndaT0KI/AAAAAAAAFig/O1S7P2_w5fs/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has been obsessed with dragons and it couldn't be more perfect that he got a dragon on his face! He was SO happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate and Jackson were dragon twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hh9p-EH2MsQ/TsUSmpQABAI/AAAAAAAAFiY/m7USzpv4B-o/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675963360487670786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hh9p-EH2MsQ/TsUSmpQABAI/AAAAAAAAFiY/m7USzpv4B-o/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson showing off his dragon moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFsc3ykpcmo/TsUSmhmzVRI/AAAAAAAAFiE/oDjPHtRctac/s1600/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675963358435824914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFsc3ykpcmo/TsUSmhmzVRI/AAAAAAAAFiE/oDjPHtRctac/s400/IMG_1223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery the cute bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1428sy29Et8/TsUSmJCuZaI/AAAAAAAAFh8/3lEQ6xtaT0E/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675963351842055586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1428sy29Et8/TsUSmJCuZaI/AAAAAAAAFh8/3lEQ6xtaT0E/s400/IMG_1225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Reese here is opening our present to her. It was a hit, to say the least. I can't take all the credit. Jenny told me what to get and I just added a little twist....some make up. Perfect for Reese, maybe not for the parents involved. But that's what aunts are for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HaquSzaB8k/TsUSl93EUtI/AAAAAAAAFhw/Ffxz_LbBzAA/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675963348840370898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HaquSzaB8k/TsUSl93EUtI/AAAAAAAAFhw/Ffxz_LbBzAA/s400/IMG_1226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-7940153483934232965?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7940153483934232965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7940153483934232965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7940153483934232965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7940153483934232965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/reeses-fifth-birthday-festival.html' title='Reese&apos;s fifth birthday festival'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hpZ78T6a4E/TsUTvUkbCCI/AAAAAAAAFjE/7rG-OSXm3IU/s72-c/IMG_1207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-6587086322509909187</id><published>2011-11-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:24:43.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping our LONG (and dark) nights busy</title><content type='html'>Since the time change our days have become LONG. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; likes to get up in the 4s and Jackson usually in the 5s! I can deal with Jackson's early rising because we usually are up anyway to get in a workout but there is no way I'm getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; out of his crib until I see a 5 on the clock BUT that doesn't mean that he isn't awake.... and I'm awake. He first wakes up happy (and with me now being a mommy sleeper, I am awake) then after about 20-30 minutes of happy talk, the whining starts. I usually go in around then to pop in the pacifier but has it ever worked, nope. Then we play the 10 minute game, you know, the one where he cries for a bit then I go in and turn him on his belly and give him his pacifier AGAIN and this happens over and over until I see a 5 on the clock and nicely nudge my sleeping husband to get up with him so I can have a few minutes of trying to go back to sleep before we start our workout around 530. I am just at a loss of what to do about this...but this charade makes our days really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the clock hits 5PM I try my darn hardest to have dinner on the table to Jonathan HAS to stop working. He loves his job and will work all night if I let him but the kids want to see/play with him and I need a few hours shared kiddo time. We have a routine for our evening family hours and I often wonder how other families spend their night together. I know this routine will change very quickly when the kids are in school and have activity after activity, so I am trying to enjoy it while it lasts. After we eat the yummy and elaborate (ha) dinner that I made and we have cleaned up, we usually just play. Jackson is thrilled to have someone other than his mom to play with, so Jonathan usually does the playing and I usually do the holding/entertaining of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes we try to switch things up by actually going out of the house at night for a walk or an errand but only if we are feeling crazy! Then we usually do a bath and the kids are in bed around 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. The nights now seem even longer because it gets dark so early and we are trying so hard to think of things to do but we usually just end up spending our time playing. Though, we have to admit our nights sometimes consists of movie and popcorn time and the recent favorite of Jackson is How to Train Your Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other ways we tried to keep busy at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a trip to the mall and the boys played on the trucks and cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POtBPpEOEOw/Tr7DKPuy9nI/AAAAAAAAFhY/j8MlEUs198I/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674187161322321522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POtBPpEOEOw/Tr7DKPuy9nI/AAAAAAAAFhY/j8MlEUs198I/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan thought it would be a good idea to actually PAY for one of the rides. Two things wrong with that. 1) Now Jackson will always ask for money to ride one. 2) About 2 seconds after the $1 ride started Jackson wanted to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NCShJsTWR4/Tr7DJtStbUI/AAAAAAAAFhM/v55WJ2WCmqo/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674187152077712706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NCShJsTWR4/Tr7DJtStbUI/AAAAAAAAFhM/v55WJ2WCmqo/s400/IMG_1145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers play together. It usually first starts out nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUHjayXgCoc/Tr7DJBfKUaI/AAAAAAAAFhA/X1rx4HYa3kk/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674187140318777762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUHjayXgCoc/Tr7DJBfKUaI/AAAAAAAAFhA/X1rx4HYa3kk/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jackson wants to hug his brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOY4KC5J3y4/Tr7DI_WXtOI/AAAAAAAAFg0/DMnPtkZdHbw/s1600/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674187139745035490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOY4KC5J3y4/Tr7DI_WXtOI/AAAAAAAAFg0/DMnPtkZdHbw/s400/IMG_1169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; gets Jackson back by tackling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk4xoI-DaCo/Tr7DIqf0vuI/AAAAAAAAFgo/SpiX5YVboPM/s1600/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674187134147542754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk4xoI-DaCo/Tr7DIqf0vuI/AAAAAAAAFgo/SpiX5YVboPM/s400/IMG_1172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to play on all three levels of our house to keep things interesting. We were playing trains one night (which I have recently learned that trains are Jonathan's least favorite thing to do) while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was playing with his reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4VAA7i-Yws/Tr7Cj7LBk8I/AAAAAAAAFgc/NxHCmEn8AxU/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674186502968546242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4VAA7i-Yws/Tr7Cj7LBk8I/AAAAAAAAFgc/NxHCmEn8AxU/s400/IMG_1179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found my craft box from my teaching days and found these beads. Thanks, again, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt; we now are practicing our fine motor skills by threading the beads on the stick and we throw in some color recognition too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson's concentration face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4ugBTWZDQI/Tr7CjIt_GSI/AAAAAAAAFgE/d5jdAzWvM20/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674186489424976162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4ugBTWZDQI/Tr7CjIt_GSI/AAAAAAAAFgE/d5jdAzWvM20/s400/IMG_1181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I did it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4494N1Rj9o/Tr7CizbXDyI/AAAAAAAAFf0/uIhbATeC_AM/s1600/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674186483709710114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4494N1Rj9o/Tr7CizbXDyI/AAAAAAAAFf0/uIhbATeC_AM/s400/IMG_1183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a sun catcher turkey for our window (can you guess what the body of the turkey is made from?) and sun catcher leaves for the grandparents. I think they turned out pretty darn cute. Jackson loved painting with glue and throwing on globs of tissue paper. Another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt; find...I'm a little obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1a8bYyIOqNg/Tr7CioaS9PI/AAAAAAAAFfs/fs6n00AL07Y/s1600/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674186480752456946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1a8bYyIOqNg/Tr7CioaS9PI/AAAAAAAAFfs/fs6n00AL07Y/s400/IMG_1200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves to play hid and seek. He loves to find his dad who is usually the one hiding, but still needs help with the concept of looking for places that they really could actually be hiding in. However, most of all, Jackson loves to be the one hiding, but it is always really easy to find him. He ALWAYS hides in the exact same place where he just found the hider. I think we need to work on our creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVbg967sBLY/Tr_DZEzmQKI/AAAAAAAAFhk/O88d3EFZAY8/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674468891064418466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVbg967sBLY/Tr_DZEzmQKI/AAAAAAAAFhk/O88d3EFZAY8/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That pretty much sums up the evenings in the Foley house. It is just the begining of the winter and we are already going stir crazy! Got any good ideas that we can add to our list!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-6587086322509909187?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6587086322509909187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=6587086322509909187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6587086322509909187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6587086322509909187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/keeping-busy.html' title='Keeping our LONG (and dark) nights busy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POtBPpEOEOw/Tr7DKPuy9nI/AAAAAAAAFhY/j8MlEUs198I/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7607991109012779768</id><published>2011-11-03T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:00:24.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy November!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NH5Wt7RTAE/TrM2ifX95OI/AAAAAAAAFfg/3JPkfuwrs34/s1600/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think most people are actually happy that their calenders say November. The beauty of fall is over, it is going to get MUCH colder, and Christmas just seems to far away to get me excited. BUT the beginning of November hasn't been too bad. The first two days of November were beautiful and unexpected. Today not so much...colder and rainy, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and I got outside yesterday to get some leave pictures. I have been waiting and waiting for our leaves to turn and fall but nothing. We have had a little action in the past few days but I knew the rain was coming so I had to deal with the little pile that Jonathan graciously raked for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;-his hair helps him fit right in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670923478125542482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfrL9N5ZvdE/TrMq24YYfFI/AAAAAAAAFfI/dNqabFyaDrk/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SK8K8XXURM/TrMq2kxL5BI/AAAAAAAAFe8/dCsnJqyDhPI/s1600/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670923472860865554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SK8K8XXURM/TrMq2kxL5BI/AAAAAAAAFe8/dCsnJqyDhPI/s400/IMG_0774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is a crawler. He can, and I emphasise the CAN, crawl when he wants to. It's an army crawl but he would much rather whine and get moved by me when I just can't take it anymore. He is the loudest crawler I know. He is just noisy in general, but when on his belly, he just doesn't stop whining! I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt; it. He is actually really good at it but gives up really easily after about two or three push/pulls. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is also starting to pull up on things, but often needs a tiny bit of assistance, however, today the boys were in the bath and the next thing we know, he was standing! I just think that is the craziest (and hardest considering the slippage factor) place to pick for his first official stand! But there he was. I think we was a little surprised too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQGnEAxdAyA/TrMq2GN60DI/AAAAAAAAFew/P-ulSPEHDdg/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670923464659882034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQGnEAxdAyA/TrMq2GN60DI/AAAAAAAAFew/P-ulSPEHDdg/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson still loves his brother. He will not ever hesitate to stop what he is doing to tell anyone that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is his brother. The other day he ran halfway down the sidewalk yelling "that is my brother" to our neighbors who were playing with him. It is so darn cute. Jackson also still loves to play with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; but he is beginning to realize that he actually needs to share with him and take turns. The other day we were all riding the giraffe and when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was taking his turn Jackson would go over in the corner or climb on the couch and start to pout. I would look over and his head would be down with a pout on his face and he would not hesitate to tell me that he was sad. When it was Jack's turn again, he would pop right up and take his turn. It's all totally an act, and I know we should work on expressing his emotions without pouting but it is so darn funny to me. Here are the boys when Jackson decided he wanted to share his turn with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;. They both just love each other so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-Jil92vHrg/TrMq16jMJ9I/AAAAAAAAFek/25wm0ypAs7o/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670923461527873490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-Jil92vHrg/TrMq16jMJ9I/AAAAAAAAFek/25wm0ypAs7o/s400/IMG_1122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that guy! He just loves to stand! We winterized the garage and backyard the other day and I decided to clean up and bring in the walker. Jackson loved this when he was Brady's age and I'm hoping it will keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; attention this winter. The only difference is that Jackson loved to be in the walker and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; just wants to stand behind it and walk with it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-IMmYUm2Bw/TrMq1tWKCWI/AAAAAAAAFeY/Rz6WRt0d_6I/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670923457983547746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-IMmYUm2Bw/TrMq1tWKCWI/AAAAAAAAFeY/Rz6WRt0d_6I/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving is often over looked in many homes, including ours but this year I decided to make sure that Jackson had a little bit of Thanksgiving in the month of November. We made a Thanksgiving turkey and Jackson tells us at dinner every night what his is thankful for. I'm not sure if he gets the whole thankful thing, so we use the word love. What do you love, Jackson? The first two days he came up with Kristen and Dave and tonight he loves trucks. It will be interesting to see what the rest of the month will bring. Funny, though, Jonathan did tell Jackson that he can always pick his daddy one night. "Planting the seed" according to Jonathan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nxdSqLPIaA/TrMxN55UuzI/AAAAAAAAFfU/qVfeJoLbadk/s1600/IMG_20111102_180513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670930470738901810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nxdSqLPIaA/TrMxN55UuzI/AAAAAAAAFfU/qVfeJoLbadk/s400/IMG_20111102_180513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, a new habit. Every night during Jackson's bedtime story, both dogs have decided they want in on the action and jump up on the bed. Usually Jackson wants them to leave when we leave but tonight he decided that Coda should stay. I thought that he would stay up playing with her, but he surprised me and just gave her a few pats and that's it. I went up there and asked if he wanted her to leave but he just petted her and said "no, this is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;. I also want to note that Jackson has really been into walking Bella. Our dogs are not great walkers but for some reason, when Jackson is walking Bella she says right with him and even stops when he stops. It's crazy but it's like she knows to be gentle when he's holding her leash. When Jackson was born I couldn't wait to see the relationship that he would form with his dogs, and now I get to witness everyday the love he has for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NH5Wt7RTAE/TrM2ifX95OI/AAAAAAAAFfg/3JPkfuwrs34/s1600/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670936321955063010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NH5Wt7RTAE/TrM2ifX95OI/AAAAAAAAFfg/3JPkfuwrs34/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-7607991109012779768?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7607991109012779768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7607991109012779768' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7607991109012779768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7607991109012779768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-november.html' title='Happy November!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfrL9N5ZvdE/TrMq24YYfFI/AAAAAAAAFfI/dNqabFyaDrk/s72-c/IMG_0753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2841746506719833986</id><published>2011-11-01T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:54:55.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For me usually being such a Halloween Debbie Downer, our Halloween weekend turned out pretty fun! Our Halloween started about 9 months ago when we took our trip to Universal Florida and found the THING 1 and THING 2 shirts for the boys. After some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ebaying&lt;/span&gt;, trips to the costume store and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JoAnns&lt;/span&gt;, and a little cutting and gluing, our costumes were complete....Mr. and Mrs. Cat in the Hat and their sidekicks Thing 1 and Thing 2! This was the first Foley Theme Halloween and I am pleased with the results! We practically lived in these costumes all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Going backwards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween. Our neighborhood sure does it right on Halloween. It was packed with kids (and adults) in great costumes. Neighbors gave out swords, full candy bars, had bonfires on their driveways, and the houses were fully decked out. If you are looking for a neighborhood to trick or treat in, this is it! It has become a tradition now to have all the cousins over to enjoy this great day together. We are all always dressed up and we did not disappoint this year! I think we were the best (and biggest) looking group out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Foley family with a little Cat in the Hat action...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016532206365954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7w-gug0f30/Tq_x_rjArQI/AAAAAAAAFds/eIrJwskyPlg/s400/IMG_1088.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Staniak&lt;/span&gt; family took us to Never, Never Land.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-al12pXy-tQY/Tq_x3-aSZhI/AAAAAAAAFdU/ZQYE89kIDu4/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016399831098898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-al12pXy-tQY/Tq_x3-aSZhI/AAAAAAAAFdU/ZQYE89kIDu4/s400/IMG_1090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thommes&lt;/span&gt;' family did it up with the Wizard of Oz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cK2LLeZzZBw/Tq_x3MhOPgI/AAAAAAAAFdI/yxRuCtXdIns/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016386438413826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cK2LLeZzZBw/Tq_x3MhOPgI/AAAAAAAAFdI/yxRuCtXdIns/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Connelly&lt;/span&gt; family had a bit of Disney in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWAtFXXxbFI/Tq_x2kYbf-I/AAAAAAAAFc8/T4cj0fHeXyY/s1600/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016375664115682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWAtFXXxbFI/Tq_x2kYbf-I/AAAAAAAAFc8/T4cj0fHeXyY/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IjEF0QOO98/Tq_x4ql3PKI/AAAAAAAAFdg/NugnHRPv5cg/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016411690810530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IjEF0QOO98/Tq_x4ql3PKI/AAAAAAAAFdg/NugnHRPv5cg/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those snakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZn2_jyqcos/Tq_x2d43jKI/AAAAAAAAFcw/m1jZqH6AFbo/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016373921123490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZn2_jyqcos/Tq_x2d43jKI/AAAAAAAAFcw/m1jZqH6AFbo/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, we went to the Chicago Botanic Gardens to trick or treat in their train garden. They decked out the trains with spiders, webs, bugs, and had some treats (even a potted plant) to give away. It turned out to be a bit chilly but Jack didn't mind-he went through the trains twice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyouJdYusN8/Tq_w9S3y7KI/AAAAAAAAFcU/JryYxTzkAMU/s1600/DSCN2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015391711292578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyouJdYusN8/Tq_w9S3y7KI/AAAAAAAAFcU/JryYxTzkAMU/s400/DSCN2298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; and the boys. Jack was too into Thomas to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwRhhOs3dM/Tq_w789tN-I/AAAAAAAAFcM/cUbQqztRC1E/s1600/DSCN2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015368650635234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwRhhOs3dM/Tq_w789tN-I/AAAAAAAAFcM/cUbQqztRC1E/s400/DSCN2301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle John and Cheryl were nice enough to meet up with us. Jack and John both have a fun time together checking out and playing with trains so this was just perfect for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGZsRXjwRIc/Tq_2kPOrk-I/AAAAAAAAFeA/fkDjy767kgE/s1600/DSCN2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670021558306575330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGZsRXjwRIc/Tq_2kPOrk-I/AAAAAAAAFeA/fkDjy767kgE/s400/DSCN2306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their mums were AMAZING! I need to get some tricks from them since I seem to kill all of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTJwgaWPOfQ/Tq_w7PN_NRI/AAAAAAAAFb8/HA_EMnb-HcA/s1600/DSCN2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015356370892050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTJwgaWPOfQ/Tq_w7PN_NRI/AAAAAAAAFb8/HA_EMnb-HcA/s400/DSCN2307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night we made it over to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kieffers&lt;/span&gt; for their Halloween party. This party was totally decked out. I don't know how Kristin does it! It was better than any 1st birthday I have ever been too. The decorations, the food, the dance floor were all amazing and fall themed. There were even little witch broom gift bags for the kids! So cool! We had a great time hanging out with Mickey (Travis), Minnie (Kristin) and Goofy (Tate) and all of their friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonathan and Jack enjoying a Halloween cake pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx2KJBzeldM/Tq_xEA3QicI/AAAAAAAAFck/X74ZUUMPXlo/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015507136285122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx2KJBzeldM/Tq_xEA3QicI/AAAAAAAAFck/X74ZUUMPXlo/s400/IMG_1036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poTuyvSjaIM/Tq_2kSMTTPI/AAAAAAAAFeM/95QW8PMCfdM/s1600/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670021559101902066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poTuyvSjaIM/Tq_2kSMTTPI/AAAAAAAAFeM/95QW8PMCfdM/s400/IMG_1023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the kiddos! Jack is in there somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a bunch. You should have seen them on the dance floor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKmCVODS7m8/Tq_w6QfOyoI/AAAAAAAAFbw/DVFv7fmK4dk/s1600/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015339531782786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKmCVODS7m8/Tq_w6QfOyoI/AAAAAAAAFbw/DVFv7fmK4dk/s400/IMG_1034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them! They were the best THINGS around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qgCNac__DY/Tq_w6Af9BaI/AAAAAAAAFbk/iHnERvHZCMk/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015335239845282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qgCNac__DY/Tq_w6Af9BaI/AAAAAAAAFbk/iHnERvHZCMk/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-2841746506719833986?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2841746506719833986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2841746506719833986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2841746506719833986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2841746506719833986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7w-gug0f30/Tq_x_rjArQI/AAAAAAAAFds/eIrJwskyPlg/s72-c/IMG_1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-9098443409668068337</id><published>2011-10-28T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:31:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As we all know, Brayden does not like to be on his belly. Currently his preferred position is standing. He loves to play with toys on the couch while he stands. Who knows. Anyway, if he doesn't do belly time he will not be crawling anytime soon. I needed to think of something that will entice him to move that little belly. Another love of Brayden's lately is finger foods. Screw the bottles and baby food. This kid could sit in his high chair all day just eating Cheerios, or like foods. So the light bulb went off this morning and I decided to mix the two and wooolah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f8a7c0f0a065c189" 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://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df8a7c0f0a065c189%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5679E801F52F8111FE3E72AB405BA6DC8CFAD596.68EC3B9AD37AB74873648F8EB88FC0870D317E7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8a7c0f0a065c189%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2bvTN7271HdXVBawD6iku1IyITQ&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://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df8a7c0f0a065c189%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5679E801F52F8111FE3E72AB405BA6DC8CFAD596.68EC3B9AD37AB74873648F8EB88FC0870D317E7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8a7c0f0a065c189%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2bvTN7271HdXVBawD6iku1IyITQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE'S ON THE MOVE! I'm not sure how I feel about it and at the moment he will probably not do this on his own, but we are going down a slippery slope. Is baby proofing in our future?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-9098443409668068337?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9098443409668068337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=9098443409668068337' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/9098443409668068337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/9098443409668068337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/moving.html' title='MOVING!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8025970186821211722</id><published>2011-10-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:07:05.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZunsiPnOb4/TqhMQm-pd-I/AAAAAAAAFXg/uLly2CIHkCQ/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667863979270698978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZunsiPnOb4/TqhMQm-pd-I/AAAAAAAAFXg/uLly2CIHkCQ/s400/IMG_0725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wk8GPwxGJys/TqhMQEpNHXI/AAAAAAAAFXY/_GpNmur-A0Q/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667863970053954930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wk8GPwxGJys/TqhMQEpNHXI/AAAAAAAAFXY/_GpNmur-A0Q/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-8T65KHEPY/TqhMP6fDIgI/AAAAAAAAFXM/9U3zU4rgO_o/s1600/IMG_20111025_163816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667863967327003138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-8T65KHEPY/TqhMP6fDIgI/AAAAAAAAFXM/9U3zU4rgO_o/s400/IMG_20111025_163816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8025970186821211722?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8025970186821211722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8025970186821211722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8025970186821211722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8025970186821211722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-little-pumpkin.html' title='Our little pumpkin'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZunsiPnOb4/TqhMQm-pd-I/AAAAAAAAFXg/uLly2CIHkCQ/s72-c/IMG_0725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5718624852089333329</id><published>2011-10-24T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:05:05.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Fun</title><content type='html'>We headed back to the pumpkin farm after church this past Sunday. It was a quick trip-we just needed to get a pumpkin. So we were in and out. Then we went home and even though it's totally not my thing, we did a little Halloween decorating around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack picked out the perfect pumpkin, though we did almost buy a $25 super sized pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDyPndb4Fps/TqVf9dMqxfI/AAAAAAAAFXA/D4e3qMSRlzM/s1600/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667041215530059250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDyPndb4Fps/TqVf9dMqxfI/AAAAAAAAFXA/D4e3qMSRlzM/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brady boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n40rVnr6dao/TqVfbwjz1eI/AAAAAAAAFW0/VvwcVNrWRXw/s1600/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667040636611843554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n40rVnr6dao/TqVfbwjz1eI/AAAAAAAAFW0/VvwcVNrWRXw/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan and Jackson working on the pumpkin guts.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--73NVWaYwQQ/TqVfCIjK4iI/AAAAAAAAFWY/U5_xzrBmbCw/s1600/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667040196375011874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--73NVWaYwQQ/TqVfCIjK4iI/AAAAAAAAFWY/U5_xzrBmbCw/s400/IMG_0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum. This is pretty much the extent of what Jackson would do. He wasn't the biggest fan of the slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw-VzmKJsnY/TqVfB3pWoHI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/2rDnTd6kynk/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667040191837544562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw-VzmKJsnY/TqVfB3pWoHI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/2rDnTd6kynk/s400/IMG_0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-i91acyRMM/TqVfBppbtmI/AAAAAAAAFWE/Olej2eMrdwo/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667040188079781474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-i91acyRMM/TqVfBppbtmI/AAAAAAAAFWE/Olej2eMrdwo/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on getting all the seeds. We roasted them and they are so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlDODxk0P_M/TqVfBUxh8BI/AAAAAAAAFV4/V4Up25KKaKQ/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667040182476599314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlDODxk0P_M/TqVfBUxh8BI/AAAAAAAAFV4/V4Up25KKaKQ/s400/IMG_0978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan was our master carver. Jackson picked out the design...ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNTrhmMA4qg/TqVfBCRbITI/AAAAAAAAFVs/Kd0WQKF5hyM/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667040177510097202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNTrhmMA4qg/TqVfBCRbITI/AAAAAAAAFVs/Kd0WQKF5hyM/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIW5mIOrjqQ/TqVebNI9OfI/AAAAAAAAFVg/MmESkHuQ5y8/s1600/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667039527592344050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIW5mIOrjqQ/TqVebNI9OfI/AAAAAAAAFVg/MmESkHuQ5y8/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also kept busy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dressing like a witch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDeYqUr1d5Y/TqVea3YsUkI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/mnNAlb_nxWQ/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667039521752764994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDeYqUr1d5Y/TqVea3YsUkI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/mnNAlb_nxWQ/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing in the leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(our big tree has yet to turn and drop it's leaves but we are waiting anxiously for some leaf pile playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ5IjqUjR7Q/TqVeal-uAqI/AAAAAAAAFVI/ZnehZMZlLzE/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667039517080421026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ5IjqUjR7Q/TqVeal-uAqI/AAAAAAAAFVI/ZnehZMZlLzE/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little decoration with spider webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gNvsYJ3KpA/TqVeaIx09mI/AAAAAAAAFU8/Rkxmi8tisOI/s1600/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667039509241722466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gNvsYJ3KpA/TqVeaIx09mI/AAAAAAAAFU8/Rkxmi8tisOI/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;finshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lib2CaRAec/TqVeZ20HjQI/AAAAAAAAFUw/w5E63HtYMfE/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667039504419491074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lib2CaRAec/TqVeZ20HjQI/AAAAAAAAFUw/w5E63HtYMfE/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is now set for Halloween which is exactly a week away. Now we need to get on those costumes, food, candy and our fingers are crossed for some nice weather for a cousin trick-or-treating gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5718624852089333329?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5718624852089333329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5718624852089333329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5718624852089333329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5718624852089333329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Fun'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDyPndb4Fps/TqVf9dMqxfI/AAAAAAAAFXA/D4e3qMSRlzM/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8591010164988338259</id><published>2011-10-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:02:37.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ2gVmzPCcc/TqLmhSJ3D5I/AAAAAAAAFUY/nDM370qWFBo/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666344740668772242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ2gVmzPCcc/TqLmhSJ3D5I/AAAAAAAAFUY/nDM370qWFBo/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Brayden has been up to in the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has been eating like a champ. I make him 4 6-8oz bottles but he often does not finish them because all he wants is FOOD. He eats twice a day (because I'm lazy and won't feed him more). He eats pureed food mixed with either yogert or cereal and loves to pick up puffs and Cheerios and stuffs them into his mouth. He still is working on the pincher grasp. I think this month we will work on more table food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wears 9 or 12 month shirts and 6 month bottoms. He is still our tall skinny guy with a HUGE head. It's been fun looking for winter hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeps is pretty much the same. His naps have seemed to get longer but will often wake up in the wee mornings talking to himself and if I get him he will immediately go back to sleep in my arms. Probably need to stop this, but I love the cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is not a cuddler unless he is sleeping. He needs to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still has no interest in crawling. Probably because I am a sucker and move him around because I am so tired of hearing him cry/whine. Or because he doesn't need to because Jack always brings him toys to play with. Or because he LOVES to sit and I rarely put him on his belly. I have to admit it's kinda nice not to have him crawling. Things will definitely get interesting fast when that starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brayden loves to stand and is trying so hard to do so anywhere and everywhere. He often tries to use small toys to try to stand and will end up falling over onto the floor. He will also try to move a bit when he is standing. It is so cute to watch him concentrate and move those little feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He needs to be in a big boy carseat. He is officially too tall for the infant and needs to be moved. I need to get on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wears size two diapers but 3s at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has two (almost three) teeth! About 10 days after his 6 month appointment they popped through. I thought there was only one, but then that night when I was showing Jonathan he found two in there! His first two were the bottom middle and the newest one coming through is his top left fang! His smile just got 100% better with those pearly whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to smile....or whine...or cry. I would say that about 20% of his awake time he is content. He is still a needy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to be in someones arms and has yet to show favoritism. He just wants to be loved but will often watch me if being held by anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brayden has had his first fever. He has been sick for the past few weeks but the fever the past few days. It even got up to 105.4! Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brayden is getting better at turning around in circles on his belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He also loves to take rides in the wagon. He just chills with his feet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is a talker and says "mama" and "dada" but not towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to be tickled under the neck or on the upper thigh. This is the only time we can get him to really laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1QZ-si_LG8/TqLoUwKgqQI/AAAAAAAAFUk/4NiE47GpfOU/s1600/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666346724409518338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1QZ-si_LG8/TqLoUwKgqQI/AAAAAAAAFUk/4NiE47GpfOU/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIPOkKHEFTc/TqG2-7WZTfI/AAAAAAAAFT0/mM18rkWO7a4/s1600/IMG_20111020_150346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666010998408564210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIPOkKHEFTc/TqG2-7WZTfI/AAAAAAAAFT0/mM18rkWO7a4/s400/IMG_20111020_150346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESXbC8cLojQ/TqG2_9qzfXI/AAAAAAAAFUM/vTW4ShlaKYg/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666011016210906482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESXbC8cLojQ/TqG2_9qzfXI/AAAAAAAAFUM/vTW4ShlaKYg/s400/IMG_0655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZiq6J28QPY/TqG2_O9ZCUI/AAAAAAAAFUE/_qqCBu2pWOw/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666011003672398146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZiq6J28QPY/TqG2_O9ZCUI/AAAAAAAAFUE/_qqCBu2pWOw/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love you Brayden! You are so special to everyone in this family. We can't wait to see what you will surprise us with next month! Maybe some crawling, more talking, more eating? Oh, the life of a baby!&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/5499211577901145572-8591010164988338259?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8591010164988338259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8591010164988338259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8591010164988338259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8591010164988338259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-months-old.html' title='7 months old!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ2gVmzPCcc/TqLmhSJ3D5I/AAAAAAAAFUY/nDM370qWFBo/s72-c/IMG_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3453700203758329865</id><published>2011-10-20T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:47:18.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Tuesday entertainment</title><content type='html'>A beautiful and huge tree was cut down this past Tuesday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of our neighbors, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rorks&lt;/span&gt;, house. This led to us being stuck in our house but with great entertainment for about two hours. Dana and Gavin came over since they were pretty much kicked out of their house and we all enjoyed watching the demolition together. There were all kinds of trucks, "guys" (workers), and chainsaws. It was really interesting watching it all come down. That evening we took Jonathan to view the tree and snapped a few pictures to really show how massive it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; looking lost on the stump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p43Qs1KMajU/TqCFkLFyt_I/AAAAAAAAFTk/y09CIiw_wpQ/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675187730954226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p43Qs1KMajU/TqCFkLFyt_I/AAAAAAAAFTk/y09CIiw_wpQ/s400/IMG_0680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pq-OZq_-bpo/TqCFjlkLo7I/AAAAAAAAFTY/hSb7hi7toHc/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675177657869234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pq-OZq_-bpo/TqCFjlkLo7I/AAAAAAAAFTY/hSb7hi7toHc/s400/IMG_0684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtUl3nlmJVM/TqCFjXrl0NI/AAAAAAAAFTM/Qp-KZ6imiQ0/s1600/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675173930848466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtUl3nlmJVM/TqCFjXrl0NI/AAAAAAAAFTM/Qp-KZ6imiQ0/s400/IMG_0685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show you how big it really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyv0ZRDjiQw/TqCFjQdODxI/AAAAAAAAFTE/EYHBiGGJ0AM/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675171991523090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyv0ZRDjiQw/TqCFjQdODxI/AAAAAAAAFTE/EYHBiGGJ0AM/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-3453700203758329865?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3453700203758329865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3453700203758329865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3453700203758329865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3453700203758329865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-tuesday-entertainment.html' title='A little Tuesday entertainment'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p43Qs1KMajU/TqCFkLFyt_I/AAAAAAAAFTk/y09CIiw_wpQ/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-4517565862862172158</id><published>2011-10-14T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:42:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny October</title><content type='html'>October is in full swing and we are as busy as we were in the summer. Aren't things supposed to slow down in the fall? The weather has been amazing, so maybe that is tricking us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I start with the recap, I just HAD to throw in this picture. He is just so darn cute to me! This was taken when we actually had fall weather for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXa7wEjCBV0/TpgxrdfBvOI/AAAAAAAAFS0/Y9hGZEYm4tY/s1600/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663331154137300194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXa7wEjCBV0/TpgxrdfBvOI/AAAAAAAAFS0/Y9hGZEYm4tY/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristen came into town and as usual, we had the days booked to the max. We saw Amber, Carissa, the Foley cousins, our Uncle John, our high school friend Carrie and her baby Abbi, and we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gobberts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crabtree&lt;/span&gt; Nature Center (which was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; really neat), and our parents house for dinner one night. We just couldn't get enough of Kristen and Addie before they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep on Kristen, which is super rare for him. Now he has given Kristen AND Jenny the pleasure of his cuddles. What about his mom?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyVpAAOxKw8/Tpgxq9WRWVI/AAAAAAAAFSs/8Uqjv0y7irI/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663331145510639954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyVpAAOxKw8/Tpgxq9WRWVI/AAAAAAAAFSs/8Uqjv0y7irI/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crabtree&lt;/span&gt; Nature Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62l9g0O0RmI/Tpgxp3kIp5I/AAAAAAAAFSg/k8uM5WHWe2Q/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663331126778308498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62l9g0O0RmI/Tpgxp3kIp5I/AAAAAAAAFSg/k8uM5WHWe2Q/s400/IMG_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson holding a fuzzy caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c31NBnsvdnY/TpgxpcnaVDI/AAAAAAAAFSU/5lUvXpneb_s/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663331119544292402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c31NBnsvdnY/TpgxpcnaVDI/AAAAAAAAFSU/5lUvXpneb_s/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting cuddles from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzitA4aKRTE/Tpgxotrnr8I/AAAAAAAAFSI/PGDLV6-Pzy0/s1600/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663331106945478594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzitA4aKRTE/Tpgxotrnr8I/AAAAAAAAFSI/PGDLV6-Pzy0/s400/IMG_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the four littlest ones all born in a different month. Dylan (Feb.), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; (March), Addie (April) and Logan (May). It was nice to get a girl in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wU0EWCWqmrg/TpgwjonK7bI/AAAAAAAAFR0/xGf9pHugGAw/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663329920173665714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wU0EWCWqmrg/TpgwjonK7bI/AAAAAAAAFR0/xGf9pHugGAw/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUnoCD4itrI/TpgwjOxjKII/AAAAAAAAFRk/wY4bAdujA2M/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663329913237874818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUnoCD4itrI/TpgwjOxjKII/AAAAAAAAFRk/wY4bAdujA2M/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has been LOVING his food. He will scarf down a bottle and then just sit and whine for food! I don't think he is even hungry but he will just eat and eat. We are working on picking up his food and he is getting better and better everyday. I just throw a whole bunch of Cheerios on his tray and he goes to town. They usually end up all over, with only a few in his mouth. Along with store bought and homemade baby food, he has had Mum-Mums (recommended by Jenny), teething &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt;, Puffs, Cheerios, and any fruit or veggie that I have lying around that I put in his mesh food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teether&lt;/span&gt; thing. He often gags but it's a learning process, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is for Dave. A young &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apprentice&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkTM1LhHVgM/TpgwinRFPkI/AAAAAAAAFRY/IsirY4yLB-c/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663329902632713794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkTM1LhHVgM/TpgwinRFPkI/AAAAAAAAFRY/IsirY4yLB-c/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; now holds all of his bottles and can regularly be found playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XqzKJwb59g/Tpgvz1guzVI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/QSCXnaluc5U/s1600/IMG_9409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663329099002596690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XqzKJwb59g/Tpgvz1guzVI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/QSCXnaluc5U/s400/IMG_9409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum-Mums are his favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6rhaQz7Mh8/TpgvzRR3h5I/AAAAAAAAFQw/Aa5a5VY-fH8/s1600/IMG_9408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663329089276577682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6rhaQz7Mh8/TpgvzRR3h5I/AAAAAAAAFQw/Aa5a5VY-fH8/s400/IMG_9408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second attempt of homemade baby food! He is definitely going to turn orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhxxF7oRFNA/Tpgvy5fL2KI/AAAAAAAAFQk/JgLNGRM5HHM/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663329082889984162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhxxF7oRFNA/Tpgvy5fL2KI/AAAAAAAAFQk/JgLNGRM5HHM/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; has been standing a lot lately. He loves it and can hold on for quite a while now. He has also been know to cruise a bit. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; wobbly but he gets the job done when he is determined. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crawling&lt;/span&gt; is not on his agenda. He just does the whole superman thing and cries when things are put out of his reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv_yCtt6jdw/TpgvVb28i0I/AAAAAAAAFQY/pbcT4Qk2bpc/s1600/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663328576720374594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv_yCtt6jdw/TpgvVb28i0I/AAAAAAAAFQY/pbcT4Qk2bpc/s400/IMG_0774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luSGInrK570/TpgvU0DUgGI/AAAAAAAAFQM/WcPLaaKZpF0/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663328566034858082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luSGInrK570/TpgvU0DUgGI/AAAAAAAAFQM/WcPLaaKZpF0/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Kristen left Saturday, we raced home, packed and headed out to Toledo. It was a quick drive. It was fun to see Grandma Janet's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PaPa's&lt;/span&gt; new place and hang out with them. We made a trip to Cedar Point and met up with some cousins. It was a long day but beautiful! It was a nice day away from the kids (thanks John and Janet)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the crazy coaster that went up 420 ft and 120mph! It was only 14 seconds long but it was scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWuEge7MlIo/TpgvUZKng_I/AAAAAAAAFQA/LtcqpQMSrps/s1600/IMG_20111009_114728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663328558817706994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWuEge7MlIo/TpgvUZKng_I/AAAAAAAAFQA/LtcqpQMSrps/s400/IMG_20111009_114728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get any pictures from our trip but here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; on our ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ki6xkGX7dc/TpgvTlFUOMI/AAAAAAAAFP0/ObvosJiGLAc/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663328544836827330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ki6xkGX7dc/TpgvTlFUOMI/AAAAAAAAFP0/ObvosJiGLAc/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Jack on the way home. He was sick and tired of the sun getting in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxauLDljL9k/TpgvS5ytdZI/AAAAAAAAFPo/cQrr3vN4dZI/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663328533216064914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxauLDljL9k/TpgvS5ytdZI/AAAAAAAAFPo/cQrr3vN4dZI/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-4517565862862172158?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4517565862862172158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=4517565862862172158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4517565862862172158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4517565862862172158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunny-october.html' title='Sunny October'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXa7wEjCBV0/TpgxrdfBvOI/AAAAAAAAFS0/Y9hGZEYm4tY/s72-c/IMG_0768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-485802900145686403</id><published>2011-10-07T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:53:45.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goebbert's Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>We made our annual trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goebberts&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. This year was extra special because Kristen and Addie was in town to join us, along with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt;. We will probably make it back again this year because we didn't end up getting a pumpkin, but it was a fun first experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSLL2ebLAk8/To8AkCJdzNI/AAAAAAAAFPI/QddgrAChb9A/s1600/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743875679866066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSLL2ebLAk8/To8AkCJdzNI/AAAAAAAAFPI/QddgrAChb9A/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever so popular pumpkin shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson getting a little silly with his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zMhYRRYens/To8AjpMtJhI/AAAAAAAAFPA/9uU6h0Vw5cE/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743868982568466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zMhYRRYens/To8AjpMtJhI/AAAAAAAAFPA/9uU6h0Vw5cE/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big smile from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDuG_BJwd4Q/To8AjCASo8I/AAAAAAAAFO4/nVjVMEvKrxE/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743858461516738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDuG_BJwd4Q/To8AjCASo8I/AAAAAAAAFO4/nVjVMEvKrxE/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31i7paNHqPo/To8AiopcsNI/AAAAAAAAFOw/H5gO76X-HjQ/s1600/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743851654820050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31i7paNHqPo/To8AiopcsNI/AAAAAAAAFOw/H5gO76X-HjQ/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie pie Addie, just taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x79fxYIeK7o/To7_-G64WeI/AAAAAAAAFOo/UlCv-OfSJS4/s1600/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743224125839842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x79fxYIeK7o/To7_-G64WeI/AAAAAAAAFOo/UlCv-OfSJS4/s400/IMG_0824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't say we didn't try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pX6xr1XWl1Y/To7_9R7JguI/AAAAAAAAFOg/gVaJ5n_38WQ/s1600/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743209899885282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pX6xr1XWl1Y/To7_9R7JguI/AAAAAAAAFOg/gVaJ5n_38WQ/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson seemed to remember his cousins riding the camel last year and just HAD to have his turn this year. I kept asking him if he was sure since it cost $5!! But he kept insisting he was sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jueKQjCJyqg/To7_8uqT07I/AAAAAAAAFOY/Rh4ynQ4CMeY/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743200434017202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jueKQjCJyqg/To7_8uqT07I/AAAAAAAAFOY/Rh4ynQ4CMeY/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; spy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13ug9IyD2E8/To7_8Cc9aMI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/6blCiiQNdQo/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743188566862018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13ug9IyD2E8/To7_8Cc9aMI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/6blCiiQNdQo/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His big brother riding the camel all by himself! Jack loved it and wouldn't stop talking about it all day! Now his favorite animal is...you guessed it....a camel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBoD2ow68XM/To7_7qqZ6QI/AAAAAAAAFOI/j73ej4rdwao/s1600/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743182180804866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBoD2ow68XM/To7_7qqZ6QI/AAAAAAAAFOI/j73ej4rdwao/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall this fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCuDbkS97SU/To7_C51JuZI/AAAAAAAAFOA/0khmaeyy7cI/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660742206999869842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCuDbkS97SU/To7_C51JuZI/AAAAAAAAFOA/0khmaeyy7cI/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXMZGcKOPAY/To7_CdlubbI/AAAAAAAAFN4/u4gIyxWLUy4/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660742199418973618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXMZGcKOPAY/To7_CdlubbI/AAAAAAAAFN4/u4gIyxWLUy4/s400/IMG_0850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XztdHrqlW8A/To7_B1za4SI/AAAAAAAAFNw/Sn1473Yn5Ok/s1600/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660742188738994466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XztdHrqlW8A/To7_B1za4SI/AAAAAAAAFNw/Sn1473Yn5Ok/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins hanging out in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6dyUv5NrB4/To7_BUOrtmI/AAAAAAAAFNo/-zvSZtiSDhg/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660742179726538338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6dyUv5NrB4/To7_BUOrtmI/AAAAAAAAFNo/-zvSZtiSDhg/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pumpkin ate Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WJ3mRlk9X4/To7_A1Qg4OI/AAAAAAAAFNg/Gc7cBCRQ70c/s1600/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660742171412717794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WJ3mRlk9X4/To7_A1Qg4OI/AAAAAAAAFNg/Gc7cBCRQ70c/s400/IMG_0862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; loving her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;! It's not often she gets to hold all three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbmLDYy8LJQ/To8DTTJu_vI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/oqWX4ghGtnQ/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660746886721502962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbmLDYy8LJQ/To8DTTJu_vI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/oqWX4ghGtnQ/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-485802900145686403?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/485802900145686403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=485802900145686403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/485802900145686403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/485802900145686403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/goebberts-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Goebbert&apos;s Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSLL2ebLAk8/To8AkCJdzNI/AAAAAAAAFPI/QddgrAChb9A/s72-c/IMG_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2769420913900001451</id><published>2011-10-02T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:35:05.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden is Baptized</title><content type='html'>Today our baby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; James, was Baptized. He now has started his journey learning about and trusting in God. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is so lucky to have not only such wonderful Godparents, Jenny and Ryan, but a pretty amazing family to help him grow into the man we all know he could be. Driving home after his baptism all I could think about is that we are so blessed for having such an amazing family. I know they would do anything for him (and us) and even though the Baptism service was a marathon one, they all stuck it out and supported our little man today. He might not know it yet, or maybe he does, but he is one lucky guy. Thank you to all of our family who love our little guy so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is your day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rAw6LcUZyM/TojU2OEZWGI/AAAAAAAAFNY/TsJfubo5QhE/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659006959745587298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rAw6LcUZyM/TojU2OEZWGI/AAAAAAAAFNY/TsJfubo5QhE/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godmother Jenny getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; ready for his bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EfD_EZdc1w/TojRqZBGHPI/AAAAAAAAFM4/uJtPmHeY1JU/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003457991220466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EfD_EZdc1w/TojRqZBGHPI/AAAAAAAAFM4/uJtPmHeY1JU/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg7Ov9Re7CI/TojRoxEYGgI/AAAAAAAAFMw/A4KAXVCuWwQ/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003430087694850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg7Ov9Re7CI/TojRoxEYGgI/AAAAAAAAFMw/A4KAXVCuWwQ/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick prayer before getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-we6JETjnZTQ/TojRdXkqhiI/AAAAAAAAFMo/A2bAJHL5pIw/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003234265237026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-we6JETjnZTQ/TojRdXkqhiI/AAAAAAAAFMo/A2bAJHL5pIw/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godparents getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; ready for his big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_lO19qai-m4/TojRdEfax_I/AAAAAAAAFMg/Zrhs346JfJM/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003229142960114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_lO19qai-m4/TojRdEfax_I/AAAAAAAAFMg/Zrhs346JfJM/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; with his new parents, Jenny and Ryan. Like the hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iGaQ901Xm0/TojRc42ZgsI/AAAAAAAAFMY/wcBWPyNDGqI/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003226018120386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iGaQ901Xm0/TojRc42ZgsI/AAAAAAAAFMY/wcBWPyNDGqI/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; with his Grandma Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;This picture just seemed so angelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7poVXg_Meac/TojRcVkvQQI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/GRRNLvMrfJs/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003216548806914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7poVXg_Meac/TojRcVkvQQI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/GRRNLvMrfJs/s400/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; checking out his cake. He still has six months till his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; birthday but he couldn't wait to get his hands in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4FuzlC0LSs/TojROE5F4uI/AAAAAAAAFMA/5nTtvYGeQBM/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002971552604898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4FuzlC0LSs/TojROE5F4uI/AAAAAAAAFMA/5nTtvYGeQBM/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; hanging out with his pal Dylan waiting for the service to start. Could these two look any more different?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sHzRogwOQM/TojRNj1p0gI/AAAAAAAAFL4/TZ9cABHSryE/s1600/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002962679812610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sHzRogwOQM/TojRNj1p0gI/AAAAAAAAFL4/TZ9cABHSryE/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main event. He was sound asleep on Jenny about two seconds before the water was poured on him. Let's just say, he had quite an awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESzHMNfMAlE/TojRNZhMrjI/AAAAAAAAFLw/I1331ebSMBs/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002959909662258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESzHMNfMAlE/TojRNZhMrjI/AAAAAAAAFLw/I1331ebSMBs/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was so lucky to have so many people come to share this special day with him. He is so loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jTu6f0nZ6w/TojRNJ_DtCI/AAAAAAAAFLo/Si1BEN9-ohw/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002955739935778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jTu6f0nZ6w/TojRNJ_DtCI/AAAAAAAAFLo/Si1BEN9-ohw/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8WmIwGspHY/TojRM3XvskI/AAAAAAAAFLg/H5_-6B_rxYM/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002950743208514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8WmIwGspHY/TojRM3XvskI/AAAAAAAAFLg/H5_-6B_rxYM/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Janet and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8eyLI8HWRU/TojQs2mppnI/AAAAAAAAFLY/nq-N32JcOyY/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002400781477490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8eyLI8HWRU/TojQs2mppnI/AAAAAAAAFLY/nq-N32JcOyY/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Grandma Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx-tjAlhQhg/TojQstS89vI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/NfbSFnDJPAU/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002398282938098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx-tjAlhQhg/TojQstS89vI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/NfbSFnDJPAU/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thommes&lt;/span&gt;' Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUr_DIgbQhI/TojQsZuKAkI/AAAAAAAAFLI/fk6SOxDSiZc/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002393028330050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUr_DIgbQhI/TojQsZuKAkI/AAAAAAAAFLI/fk6SOxDSiZc/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Connelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Familky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSBUDuqh1CI/TojQsNSjAeI/AAAAAAAAFLA/IEwVuvMYcK4/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002389691302370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSBUDuqh1CI/TojQsNSjAeI/AAAAAAAAFLA/IEwVuvMYcK4/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Staniak&lt;/span&gt; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiYaGA9qW2g/TojQrur_6cI/AAAAAAAAFK4/XyLJZQ6CafY/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659002381476555202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiYaGA9qW2g/TojQrur_6cI/AAAAAAAAFK4/XyLJZQ6CafY/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foley Family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCHQG83P2nM/TojRq3_0MdI/AAAAAAAAFNA/8zYtY0qwKZo/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659003466307350994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCHQG83P2nM/TojRq3_0MdI/AAAAAAAAFNA/8zYtY0qwKZo/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Christening Day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; James. You are so special to everyone who knows you, especially God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX_n-2DykyE/TojSYY711eI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/eTJVpmmxffI/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659004248243164642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX_n-2DykyE/TojSYY711eI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/eTJVpmmxffI/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever believes and is baptized shall be saved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark 16:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-2769420913900001451?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2769420913900001451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2769420913900001451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2769420913900001451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2769420913900001451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/10/brayden-is-baptized.html' title='Brayden is Baptized'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rAw6LcUZyM/TojU2OEZWGI/AAAAAAAAFNY/TsJfubo5QhE/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3404778351106244721</id><published>2011-09-29T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T12:53:00.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This n' That</title><content type='html'>The days are getting shorter (but seem SO much longer) and colder and we are trying to find things to keep us busy. Here is what we have been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some how with some shared clothing, we have matching shirts! Man. It is hard to get a good picture of two kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehkp1_U0gQU/ToIsEEwbVPI/AAAAAAAAFKI/lqx740yKvmQ/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132530438722802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehkp1_U0gQU/ToIsEEwbVPI/AAAAAAAAFKI/lqx740yKvmQ/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potty Training. It is a daily issue in this house. He had a really bad day not too long ago that made me think I was crazy to do this already, but seems to be doing much much better since then. We have either no accidents or just one a day. #2 is still hard. I need to catch him in the act and then race him to the potty. He also tries to hold for days. Here he is eating his poop reward, a donut. Do you think he liked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-J1ZWcVHpA/ToIsDpSpRFI/AAAAAAAAFKA/Ozswi3cvmUw/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132523066049618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-J1ZWcVHpA/ToIsDpSpRFI/AAAAAAAAFKA/Ozswi3cvmUw/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legos are what is cool in the Foley house these days. Jonathan brought back his old Legos from his moms house the other day and it was a hit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyGLQaN9ZJ0/ToIsDUV6L1I/AAAAAAAAFJ4/LFieltG3gqk/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132517442596690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyGLQaN9ZJ0/ToIsDUV6L1I/AAAAAAAAFJ4/LFieltG3gqk/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack painted with apples. Messy but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtyY7PYw2Ew/ToIsC3ANfUI/AAAAAAAAFJw/fRufAyidKow/s1600/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132509566958914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtyY7PYw2Ew/ToIsC3ANfUI/AAAAAAAAFJw/fRufAyidKow/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2SZ_DQjUWc/ToIsCq7W5uI/AAAAAAAAFJo/pm8cUtBP7Kk/s1600/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132506325378786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2SZ_DQjUWc/ToIsCq7W5uI/AAAAAAAAFJo/pm8cUtBP7Kk/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pinterest find...we made a parking garage out of file folders for Jackson's cars. He plays with it everyday. I had to pick this picture because he is doing his happy dance that we just hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DadnmYIiSQk/ToIqZ1rAFsI/AAAAAAAAFJg/PR_waER_5_k/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130705323300546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DadnmYIiSQk/ToIqZ1rAFsI/AAAAAAAAFJg/PR_waER_5_k/s400/IMG_0662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden likes to play too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uiiVMwuBY0/ToIqZkqvIsI/AAAAAAAAFJY/FuDjR6rCV9M/s1600/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130700758786754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uiiVMwuBY0/ToIqZkqvIsI/AAAAAAAAFJY/FuDjR6rCV9M/s400/IMG_0666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to pizza one night and Brayden sat in his first highchair! What a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-7A2XtcDGg/ToIqZIq3faI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/lIVXGMNIGuU/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130693243141538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-7A2XtcDGg/ToIqZIq3faI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/lIVXGMNIGuU/s400/IMG_0667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson pulled Brayden around the neighborhood for a good 45 minutes! He was so proud of himself and Brayden was happy the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ymXJGOdDJ8/ToIqYgUxqxI/AAAAAAAAFJI/AmCfabwPMPM/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130682413067026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ymXJGOdDJ8/ToIqYgUxqxI/AAAAAAAAFJI/AmCfabwPMPM/s400/IMG_0684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CztwUop8muw/ToIqX5if1DI/AAAAAAAAFJA/AgD_9atJLZ0/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130672001635378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CztwUop8muw/ToIqX5if1DI/AAAAAAAAFJA/AgD_9atJLZ0/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-3404778351106244721?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3404778351106244721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3404778351106244721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3404778351106244721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3404778351106244721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-n-that.html' title='This n&apos; That'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehkp1_U0gQU/ToIsEEwbVPI/AAAAAAAAFKI/lqx740yKvmQ/s72-c/IMG_0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-400930246960552974</id><published>2011-09-28T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:17:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's First Sleepover-Dylan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND his cousin, Dylan, had a B.L.A.S.T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UH1q2AwjSWk/ToInVdht_EI/AAAAAAAAFI4/w8k-jiaIt68/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657127331587554370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UH1q2AwjSWk/ToInVdht_EI/AAAAAAAAFI4/w8k-jiaIt68/s400/IMG_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In all seriousness, Dylan did have a good time, Brayden enjoyed playing with Dylan, and Jackson LOVED having another baby in the house-now he had four hands to hold/kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See...happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epJmqRfBZts/ToInU_akDRI/AAAAAAAAFIw/Rg8dt0WJIPA/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657127323504479506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epJmqRfBZts/ToInU_akDRI/AAAAAAAAFIw/Rg8dt0WJIPA/s400/IMG_0706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing together with half awake/half sleeping Jonathan. Should he be holding two babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80LNRGa7jBM/ToInUWbh_nI/AAAAAAAAFIo/3UsDTTb0l8o/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657127312502685298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80LNRGa7jBM/ToInUWbh_nI/AAAAAAAAFIo/3UsDTTb0l8o/s400/IMG_0399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsQA3OiAtJo/ToInUHFPPsI/AAAAAAAAFIg/i5-Nrrn4WfA/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657127308382650050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsQA3OiAtJo/ToInUHFPPsI/AAAAAAAAFIg/i5-Nrrn4WfA/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan loved to try to "get" Brayden and Jackson. Brayden wasn't that big of a fan, but Jackson loved Dylan giving him kisses along with pulling his hair and ears. Jack always went in for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnBCl-Spt7M/ToIm4tbbjKI/AAAAAAAAFIY/F5Dc05TXDvI/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657126837639941282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnBCl-Spt7M/ToIm4tbbjKI/AAAAAAAAFIY/F5Dc05TXDvI/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having breakfast together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt9K-5kAyC4/ToIm4IEReUI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/g50Nur6xkvY/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657126827610700098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt9K-5kAyC4/ToIm4IEReUI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/g50Nur6xkvY/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Dylan fell asleep at the party, Brayden didn't know what to do with himself which lead him to "drink" to pass the time! I think Jack had his first "drink" at a Rork party as well! Those crazy Rork parties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzY2Kkv-i3k/ToIm3zQ-NkI/AAAAAAAAFII/oDs8aL6k4rc/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657126822026819138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzY2Kkv-i3k/ToIm3zQ-NkI/AAAAAAAAFII/oDs8aL6k4rc/s400/IMG_0709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-400930246960552974?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/400930246960552974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=400930246960552974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/400930246960552974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/400930246960552974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/braydens-first-sleepover-dylan.html' title='Brayden&apos;s First Sleepover-Dylan!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UH1q2AwjSWk/ToInVdht_EI/AAAAAAAAFI4/w8k-jiaIt68/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2064928371802572818</id><published>2011-09-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:09:33.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupage Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>We met up with Jen and Tyler at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dupage&lt;/span&gt; Children's Museum in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naperville&lt;/span&gt;. Every time we go to a children's museum (I've been twice, ha) I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; every time. I don't know if it is because I have such high expectations, or if it is just too crowded, or if Jackson is too young but I am always walking out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I paid that much for it. I think the main thing is that Jackson needs to be a bit older to actually enjoy the activities by himself AND for more than 5 seconds. Don't get me wrong, he had fun and was entertained the whole time, but most of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; were geared towards older kids. I don't know if I could say that I like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DuPage&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt; children's museum better (there are good things about each) but I would go back to both when Jack gets a bit older or if we have a really good coupon. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Despite&lt;/span&gt; my attitude, we really did have a good time with Jen and Tyler (as always!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hit up the tool shop first. They HAD to wear the goggles in there because they were working with real nails and hammers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluGf2QMpQ0/ToIcc3lkfQI/AAAAAAAAFGw/fuqBkvGyga0/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115364214209794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluGf2QMpQ0/ToIcc3lkfQI/AAAAAAAAFGw/fuqBkvGyga0/s400/IMG_0714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think they liked the water the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyuRUioS38k/ToIccbP4efI/AAAAAAAAFGo/vQC_kATKDT0/s1600/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115356607052274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyuRUioS38k/ToIccbP4efI/AAAAAAAAFGo/vQC_kATKDT0/s400/IMG_0717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAdNUxL_WOg/ToIcQk5Is7I/AAAAAAAAFGg/QKCcYw6btz4/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115153037570994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAdNUxL_WOg/ToIcQk5Is7I/AAAAAAAAFGg/QKCcYw6btz4/s400/IMG_0720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new train &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt;. My pictures were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; out really bad in there but if you look closely you can see Jack's head peeking out in the back. This was the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;train &lt;/span&gt;picture I got. Jackson loved the trains but tried chasing it around to get a good view. He just didn't understand if you stayed in one spot it would come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLE4jXBX8AM/ToIcQIGPFDI/AAAAAAAAFGY/gYrJ8BW8jnI/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115145307886642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLE4jXBX8AM/ToIcQIGPFDI/AAAAAAAAFGY/gYrJ8BW8jnI/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack and Ty playing with shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXWy7EmnJxA/ToIcPzQuFCI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/ESZX_1bsiT0/s1600/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115139714716706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXWy7EmnJxA/ToIcPzQuFCI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/ESZX_1bsiT0/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were really cool. Glow sticks that you could make pictures with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ugy3WZg_EA/ToIcPHUZU2I/AAAAAAAAFGI/emPR0lkDkXY/s1600/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115127918973794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ugy3WZg_EA/ToIcPHUZU2I/AAAAAAAAFGI/emPR0lkDkXY/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was there for the ride as well. He was a bit needy. I tried feeding him, holding him and getting him to sleep but I think he just wanted to get down to play and move. He did get to stand up and play for a bit and he was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX9fQsZKBCs/ToIcO7NO4YI/AAAAAAAAFGA/02VVzJ49dZU/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657115124667703682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX9fQsZKBCs/ToIcO7NO4YI/AAAAAAAAFGA/02VVzJ49dZU/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-2064928371802572818?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2064928371802572818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2064928371802572818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2064928371802572818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2064928371802572818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/dupage-childrens-museum.html' title='Dupage Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluGf2QMpQ0/ToIcc3lkfQI/AAAAAAAAFGw/fuqBkvGyga0/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3782422057949881977</id><published>2011-09-21T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T06:09:22.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden is a 1/2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSPhXS5IOZ4/TnsxewvT_4I/AAAAAAAAFFs/Gm2cDOt-PfI/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT. A. MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a year later and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is a new man, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;errrr&lt;/span&gt;, baby! He is Mr. Happy (most of the time) and loving life! This past month has brought SO many changes, all good, and we are SO looking forward to the next six months with Mr. Sunshine!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jOdwPByWIM/TnqFjiy5iCI/AAAAAAAAFFE/N4lZHwrcNKA/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jOdwPByWIM/TnqFjiy5iCI/AAAAAAAAFFE/N4lZHwrcNKA/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979127799285794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jOdwPByWIM/TnqFjiy5iCI/AAAAAAAAFFE/N4lZHwrcNKA/s400/IMG_0220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This month &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is Mr. Smiley. He smiles so much because he is just so happy. He gives us the best smiles when he first sees us or someone new walks in the room and gives him an ounce of attention. Oh and the kid has the BIGGEST smile! (see below) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAF0Jw59yco/TnqFjMLlcXI/AAAAAAAAFE8/HfiDDG3w86o/s1600/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979121728811378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAF0Jw59yco/TnqFjMLlcXI/AAAAAAAAFE8/HfiDDG3w86o/s400/IMG_0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves.....sitting up and playing, taking walks in the stroller, his brother, any toy that he can put in his mouth especially his giraffe, his pacifier, his toes, swings (the outdoor type), chewing on fingers, standing up, being held, when people sing to him, and toys with music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LseMSw2FUBI/TnqFkH6SskI/AAAAAAAAFFM/GVc8uxWV1eY/s1600/IMG_20110824_172908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979137762406978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LseMSw2FUBI/TnqFkH6SskI/AAAAAAAAFFM/GVc8uxWV1eY/s400/IMG_20110824_172908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;is now taking baths like a big boy. He loves to sit like his big brother and chew on the bath toys. He loves the water and doesn't mind one bit to get water in his face. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; gets baths every night or every other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBkGKdV-6EI/TnqEjsgBgPI/AAAAAAAAFE0/5NBtQXi5uOs/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654978030892843250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBkGKdV-6EI/TnqEjsgBgPI/AAAAAAAAFE0/5NBtQXi5uOs/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;now wears 6 and 9 month clothes and size 3 diapers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;eats likes a champ. 4 8oz bottles a day (morning, night and after both naps) and eats food twice a day (usually lunch and dinner). He has had sweet potatoes, green beans, peas, pears, bananas, and cereal. When I feed him I have to trap his hands under the tray because he is constantly moving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;like I just said, he is moving non stop during the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves to sit up and it getting really good at it. I don't feel like I have to put stuff behind him anymore and he can usually catch himself. He now hates to be on his belly, and his back is his third favorite position, behind standing and sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYKPL4VcQVU/TnqEjDRX5-I/AAAAAAAAFEs/gaJvhQrcTh4/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654978019825543138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYKPL4VcQVU/TnqEjDRX5-I/AAAAAAAAFEs/gaJvhQrcTh4/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still has NO teeth! but is drooling like crazy and chewing on everything!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a mole/freckle on the top of his head. I feel like it's my fault that he has that, but I try to put a hat on him all the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is still not happy doing anything (except being held) for more than 10 minutes. He will last longer if I am not in view. Once he sees me, it's all over. He's a mamas boy! And I've got to admit that I kinda love holding him since he wasn't all into it when he was younger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAtj53FBsag/TnqEis1EfTI/AAAAAAAAFEk/1EWdGuhJ5YM/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654978013801250098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAtj53FBsag/TnqEis1EfTI/AAAAAAAAFEk/1EWdGuhJ5YM/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is now sleeping through the night. He does like to wake up at 5AM and it ticks me off every morning but then I just remember what it was and I'll take 5AM over that any day. He often will then go back to sleep after some coaxing and sleep till somewhere in the 6's. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; goes to be sometime between 6:30-7PM and usually sleeps in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sleepsack&lt;/span&gt; and always is put down on his belly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1SHqgftYuQ/TnqEhifnZpI/AAAAAAAAFEU/TboZsNox6KA/s1600/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654977993847039634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1SHqgftYuQ/TnqEhifnZpI/AAAAAAAAFEU/TboZsNox6KA/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still has red hair, dark gray eyes, and fair skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is starting to say the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;" sound. Is "mama" in our future?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWvy0vTtLmo/TnqDclrz_lI/AAAAAAAAFEM/T_O7PcKdvZ8/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654976809292529234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWvy0vTtLmo/TnqDclrz_lI/AAAAAAAAFEM/T_O7PcKdvZ8/s400/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;takes two naps that last anywhere between 1-2 hours. They are usually start between 7-8 and 12-1 depending on when he wakes up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;can hold his own bottle! I can't tell you how nice it is to just give him the bottle and then walk away and come back and it be finished. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnGvjgmfsh8/TnqDcCRkS3I/AAAAAAAAFEE/Ujt3hcydN-g/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654976799787207538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnGvjgmfsh8/TnqDcCRkS3I/AAAAAAAAFEE/Ujt3hcydN-g/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the doctor yesterday and he is right on track! Right after I finished telling Dr. Lynch&lt;br /&gt;how well he is doing, I sat him down and as soon as Dr. Lynch started talking to him he looked at me, let out the loudest cry and huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alligator&lt;/span&gt; tears and then cried the whole time. I couldn't believe it! He is usually so good with other people and I have never see then whole stranger anxiety thing with him before. I chalk it up to no nap and a hungry kid and maybe a little scare from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; got three shots (one being the flu shot) and we will be back in 3 months! Goals for our nine month appointment: crawling, cruising, and eating three meals a day with fewer bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weight: 16lbs 4 oz (29%)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFRQH_F06dg/TnqDbg5VnkI/AAAAAAAAFD8/MaftgcEM3RY/s1600/braydenweigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654976790827212354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFRQH_F06dg/TnqDbg5VnkI/AAAAAAAAFD8/MaftgcEM3RY/s400/braydenweigh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brayden's 6 month photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaXpZQZUj9g/TnsxeV-Vd5I/AAAAAAAAFFk/McHgANtU95M/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655168154458224530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaXpZQZUj9g/TnsxeV-Vd5I/AAAAAAAAFFk/McHgANtU95M/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-toU5FumHciY/Tnsxd4DHhLI/AAAAAAAAFFc/QCPBhEVNRq4/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655168146425218226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-toU5FumHciY/Tnsxd4DHhLI/AAAAAAAAFFc/QCPBhEVNRq4/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pKUy5u6ib8/TnsxdoV5IdI/AAAAAAAAFFU/3mKGN-na3Fo/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655168142208999890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pKUy5u6ib8/TnsxdoV5IdI/AAAAAAAAFFU/3mKGN-na3Fo/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 28 1/4 in (95%)&lt;br /&gt;Head: 50% &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSPhXS5IOZ4/TnsxewvT_4I/AAAAAAAAFFs/Gm2cDOt-PfI/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4lWtF4ccWs/TnqDa9ZabHI/AAAAAAAAFDs/aUPi9lqgexo/s1600/len252385005_573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654976781298068594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4lWtF4ccWs/TnqDa9ZabHI/AAAAAAAAFDs/aUPi9lqgexo/s400/len252385005_573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; in a nutshell. He is growing and we are loving every minute of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE HIM!&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/5499211577901145572-3782422057949881977?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3782422057949881977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3782422057949881977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3782422057949881977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3782422057949881977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/brayden-is-12.html' title='Brayden is a 1/2!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jOdwPByWIM/TnqFjiy5iCI/AAAAAAAAFFE/N4lZHwrcNKA/s72-c/IMG_0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-182265858375681223</id><published>2011-09-18T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:06:59.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yK7-DpXD2X4/TnaxciRyTvI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Wxd481OZMH8/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Jackson. You make our days so interesting! We now have entered a new stage in Jackson's life. The WHY stage. It all started yesterday and it has been relentless. In all honesty, I didn't think this stage would come. Jackson was kinda already in this phase always asking, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatya&lt;/span&gt; doing?" But this is just ridiculous! It's only been a day and I'm already over it. (I can already hear Jackson asking, "why?" ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQQIyYtwSqQ/TnahkIKjffI/AAAAAAAAFDc/8bf5F_rfEyY/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653884024249351666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQQIyYtwSqQ/TnahkIKjffI/AAAAAAAAFDc/8bf5F_rfEyY/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson is now 2 and 1/3 years old and I thought that I should do a little update on him. He LOVES to be outside. He is getting much better on his balance bike and likes to ride bikes with his dad and would ride all the way to the park if he could (he also often walks all the way there and back). His favorite thing to do outside is to mow the lawn (especially if dad is mowing too) and look for bugs. If he could, he would wear his rain boots all day. Jackson has also taken an interest in playing with his soccer ball/football/basketball and even got a huge bump on the back of his head when playing soccer with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schaumburg&lt;/span&gt; festival showing off his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eEMBA6-PSw/Tnag1Rq1FfI/AAAAAAAAFDU/BrJUbdShKXE/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653883219346789874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eEMBA6-PSw/Tnag1Rq1FfI/AAAAAAAAFDU/BrJUbdShKXE/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has gotten so smart in the last few months. He can recognize most of the letters of the alphabet and their sounds (thanks to the Leapfrog movie from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Staniaks&lt;/span&gt;) and can count to 13 by himself and 30 with us. He knows most of his colors (his favorite is probably purple) and we are working on his shapes. He loves to read and is talking up a storm. He with stop anything that he is doing when a song comes on and either sings or dances and is really into the movie, The Lion King. He loves to play with his cars, trains, tools, and Play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doh&lt;/span&gt; and is getting into coloring (preferring plain paper over coloring books). Jackson's imagination has exploded in the past weeks and loves to play make believe. Just today he was fishing with his dad in the kitchen. He also loves to help with anything that we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOnfDXxa0lw/Tnag1JFbD0I/AAAAAAAAFDM/CXq2pd-VWPU/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653883217042411330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOnfDXxa0lw/Tnag1JFbD0I/AAAAAAAAFDM/CXq2pd-VWPU/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is having so much fun playing with his friends, and always looks across the street and asks for Ian and Gavin. He gets excited when we mention that he is going to play with anyone and is getting much better at sharing (sometimes) and group play (especially with his cousins and Noah leading the pack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_iyUjybbdQ/Tnag0iVbmkI/AAAAAAAAFDE/_VuwGPBN6WQ/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653883206640572994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_iyUjybbdQ/Tnag0iVbmkI/AAAAAAAAFDE/_VuwGPBN6WQ/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson hates to take pictures and the only reason we got the next one was because he was actually taking the picture and then viewing it. Jackson looks so loving in this picture and he is. He will always give us a hug and a kiss and is now telling us he loves us at random times during the day. I melt every time. It is so darn cute and come at the most random times. If we ever get hurt he will kiss our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt; and will always say "Sorry. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;." if he does anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPPY3NULn7M/Tnag0VQb2VI/AAAAAAAAFC8/jnAR6bIjdJo/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653883203129956690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPPY3NULn7M/Tnag0VQb2VI/AAAAAAAAFC8/jnAR6bIjdJo/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yK7-DpXD2X4/TnaxciRyTvI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Wxd481OZMH8/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653901486006095602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yK7-DpXD2X4/TnaxciRyTvI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Wxd481OZMH8/s400/IMG_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves his dad and wants to be just like him. He is totally a mini Jonathan. Still loves watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and movies, but now has taking a liking to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ipad&lt;/span&gt; and can navigate it probably better than me. He absolutely loves to play hide and seek and will always hide in the exact same spot where he just found Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDcKRHSF8tc/Tnag0P__hQI/AAAAAAAAFC0/LaKzdZLCRVc/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653883201718813954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDcKRHSF8tc/Tnag0P__hQI/AAAAAAAAFC0/LaKzdZLCRVc/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught Jackson that when someone says "stop it" you need to stop what you are doing and he now turns that back onto me. He makes the best fake sad face and there are multiple times during the day that I just have to turn away from him and laugh when trying to discipline him. He knows where the time out spot is and goes to it when asked and stays there (finally). He is a much better listener and loves to walk when out shopping and will follow me around instead of running off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTF1FJLPzuY/TnaeIzxXgTI/AAAAAAAAFCA/iKib3-BwO1I/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653880256383648050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTF1FJLPzuY/TnaeIzxXgTI/AAAAAAAAFCA/iKib3-BwO1I/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson is a pretty easy going guy and will protest things, but give in very easily. He just goes with the flow. Below is a picture of him the other night just hanging out with a crooked hat with not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlJ5h8K570k/TnaeIUckEbI/AAAAAAAAFB4/imvyk9bBj8c/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653880247974891954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlJ5h8K570k/TnaeIUckEbI/AAAAAAAAFB4/imvyk9bBj8c/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson absolutely adores his brother. I love, love, love that he loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; so much. Anyone that know Jackson, the first thing he goes for is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; hand. He loves to hold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; hand and pull it towards his mouth to, in my opinion, kiss it. He now tries to play with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and is learning how to share. He even sings to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; when he is crying and his favorite thing to do it to go and get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; when he wakes up from his nap. You will often find him in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; crib just hanging out with his brother. Jackson calls &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, brother, and I love how he says it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8GDl66Mgxw/TnaeHoWaMmI/AAAAAAAAFBo/P5zgas-XNYA/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653880236137919074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8GDl66Mgxw/TnaeHoWaMmI/AAAAAAAAFBo/P5zgas-XNYA/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRn4tzIx3aE/TnaeHOHZg1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/CkofkKo9Gkw/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653880229095637842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRn4tzIx3aE/TnaeHOHZg1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/CkofkKo9Gkw/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson brings us so much joy and laughter to our days. It is so exciting and amazing to watch him grow up. It literally gets better every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-182265858375681223?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/182265858375681223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=182265858375681223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/182265858375681223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/182265858375681223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQQIyYtwSqQ/TnahkIKjffI/AAAAAAAAFDc/8bf5F_rfEyY/s72-c/IMG_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7128108190266312701</id><published>2011-09-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:41:07.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new BIG BOY!</title><content type='html'>That's right! Jackson is now a BIG BOY! We decided to take the plunge and start potty training Sunday. It is now the end of day 3 and we are doing good! I don't know if I can say he is totally potty trained but we are getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this adventure was kinda a random thing. I had originally planned on training him this summer when it was nice out but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a challenge and for my sanity I didn't need two challenges on my hands. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is now a 100% new baby so I started thinking about it again. Then Jackson started to HATE the potty. He started to say things like, "I want to be a baby" and "I don't like underwear. I like diapers." How was a going to train a BOY? Let alone a BOY that cried every time we even talked about the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how it started but sometime last week I was browsing through my June 2009 baby board on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I usually never go on this one anymore and spend my time on my March 2011 board) and came across some potty training posts. One thing that kept coming up was the website 3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daypottingtraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It got me intrigued and I browsed the site and then eventually bought the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am a total nut for programs that offer you step by step directions for anything so this was right up my alley. I read the program and decided that I was going to start on Monday. Then my Sunday 5 AM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt; call came (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and I was up. I got to thinking. We had nothing going on all day so why not start today? I would then have Day 1 (probably the worst of the 3) with my right hand man, Jonathan. I ran to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to gather our supplies (underwear, M&amp;amp;Ms, stickers, some poop prizes) and waited for Jackson and Jonathan to wake up. I couldn't believe it but they both slept till 8AM!!! First time ever. Anyway, we ate breakfast and then got to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-We took Jackson upstairs and the memory nut I am, I just NEEDED to get a picture of Jackson wearing his last diaper. He totally protested. I finally got one (nice and full from the night) and then we told him that we were going to take off his last diaper and that he was now a BIG BOY and would wear underwear. TOTAL MELTDOWN. Great start. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r037ZAs-R4/Tm_3X1LtF9I/AAAAAAAAFBY/xIDVbBgcFoQ/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652008046158485458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r037ZAs-R4/Tm_3X1LtF9I/AAAAAAAAFBY/xIDVbBgcFoQ/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wrestled his diaper off and underwear on and then distracted him by leading him on a diaper hunt. We went around the house collecting all the left over Jackson diapers and "threw them away." They are now hiding in our basement. Anyone would be crazy to actually throw away clean, unused diapers!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0UUdUx_eLY/Tm_3XagQqPI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/5RfT2Beyz2A/s1600/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652008038996945138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0UUdUx_eLY/Tm_3XagQqPI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/5RfT2Beyz2A/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the bathroom. We showed him his potty and told him what we expected of him. Then we showed him the stickers and M&amp;amp;Ms he would earn when he went on the potty. We even placed in view a few toys that he would earn when he pooped in the potty! All Jackson wanted to do was leave the bathroom. He wanted nothing to do with it. As you can see, he came to like it. Look at all those stickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IttRz4uKZ6k/Tm_3W0N1KjI/AAAAAAAAFBI/jRTBHmjyd3E/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652008028719098418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IttRz4uKZ6k/Tm_3W0N1KjI/AAAAAAAAFBI/jRTBHmjyd3E/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also showed him all the new BIG BOY underwear we bought him. We definitely have a stash! Then the work started. We played and played and drank and drank (juice, of course. Though a nice alcoholic drink would have made this a little more pleasant). And waited. In the first hour he had two little accidents and one big accident. The rest of the day went really well, though we were on him like flies on shit. Constantly reminding him to "tell mommy or daddy when you have to go potty." We also constantly asked him if his underwear was dry. Daddy checked his too and I think this really, really helped. Jackson just wants to be like his daddy. The beginning trips to the potty resulted in just a few dribbles and done, but by the end of the day he was telling us he had to go potty and actually emptying his bladder. He came a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CzapEhvd5s/Tm_3WhUiZUI/AAAAAAAAFBA/P37rS6Iv7r8/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652008023646954818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CzapEhvd5s/Tm_3WhUiZUI/AAAAAAAAFBA/P37rS6Iv7r8/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- Much better. I think we had one major accident, but he was coming upstairs from the basement to try to make it to the potty. He told us several times he had to go but there was still one obstacle we still needed to overcome, pooping. By the end of day 2, our usual daily morning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, had not pooped. I think he was scared and was holding it, if that is even possible. Naps went great and night 1 he woke up dry (but I need to note that we peed twice before bed, woke him up to pee 1 hr after he went to sleep AND woke him up 1 hr before he usual woke). Day 2 night was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but he did pee a little in the morning because I didn't wake him up the 1 hr before his usual wake up time. I think he probably woke up and had to pee and didn't know what to do (Jack still doesn't get out of the bed). But still no poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't he look so old in this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCEr-3lFIQ4/Tm_3V10w4ZI/AAAAAAAAFA4/HAQ0fHJUEhc/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652008011970961810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCEr-3lFIQ4/Tm_3V10w4ZI/AAAAAAAAFA4/HAQ0fHJUEhc/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3- Jack definitely drank less fluids. Popsicle, juice, juice boxes were SO yesterday. We had a great day which started off by POOPING on the potty. He did it and was so excited. However, in the next hour it was followed by two small poops in his underwear, but it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZzlVmHlBuM/Tm_zxfcJMaI/AAAAAAAAFAw/Qes9lVtktLs/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652004088951943586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZzlVmHlBuM/Tm_zxfcJMaI/AAAAAAAAFAw/Qes9lVtktLs/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, but I had capture it! It's a BIG milestone!&lt;br /&gt;He also loved his new truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb_wBpY0qh8/Tm_zwWD1RZI/AAAAAAAAFAg/6IDIw6H9fAk/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652004069254186386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb_wBpY0qh8/Tm_zwWD1RZI/AAAAAAAAFAg/6IDIw6H9fAk/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of day 3 was completed with a lot of playing at the house. I was SO going stir crazy since we have been stuck in the house for three LONG days. Jack and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are so cute together. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just loves to watch his big brother play and Jack loves to try and play with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He wants &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do anything that he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack and Brady playing with the puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFK1TBa0eSo/Tm_zvzeGdAI/AAAAAAAAFAY/FaATarSZU-A/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652004059969123330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFK1TBa0eSo/Tm_zvzeGdAI/AAAAAAAAFAY/FaATarSZU-A/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Day 3 I just HAD to get out of the house. We went outside to paint the sidewalk with water. The neighbors came over to paint and play with us. We were outside for over an hour and a half and I just kept waiting for the accident to happen. I kept reminding Jack to tell me and then he did! We are making progress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTTXkBYm6GM/Tm_zvUfPjkI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/Uv9jUaZdcBI/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652004051652415042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTTXkBYm6GM/Tm_zvUfPjkI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/Uv9jUaZdcBI/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is now the end of Day 3. Is Jackson potty trained? I wouldn't go that far, but we are a heck of a lot closer then we were on Sunday morning. He doesn't cry when going on the potty. He tells us when he needs to go and he actually likes to wear underwear. No more diapers for JACK! He is now our BIG BOY! We still need to actually wear pants over our underwear, venture outside more, take a car ride, be confident that he can actually make it to the potty when we are out, give him a little more room when playing and not have to constantly watch him, and have more consistency with a dry bed at naps and night time. I know we still have quite a long road ahead of us but we started down it and will make it to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so proud of our Jackson! &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/5499211577901145572-7128108190266312701?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7128108190266312701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7128108190266312701' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7128108190266312701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7128108190266312701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-new-big-boy.html' title='Our new BIG BOY!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r037ZAs-R4/Tm_3X1LtF9I/AAAAAAAAFBY/xIDVbBgcFoQ/s72-c/IMG_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-4008564120334406487</id><published>2011-09-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:33:03.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden EATS!!!!</title><content type='html'>For over a month now we have been trying to get Brayden on solid food. He has wanted nothing to do with it. So last week I decided that I was just going to feed him 1-2X a day and even if I only got a spoonful in his mouth, he was bound to catch on at some point. So I stuck with it (through the whining and clenched lips) and today he finally ate!!! I was SO proud of him (the little things, right?). Today he finally decided that he would actually open his mouth and eat. So we are calling today Brayden's "first" time eating solid foods. We pretty much skipped over the cereal and green vegetable and went right to a sweet vegetable to entice him to eat. We'll back tract at some point, but HE'S EATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting to eat his SECOND round of sweet potatoes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOJAiDKflfk/TmaxBmDeJTI/AAAAAAAAFAI/E3EJl0ArzLo/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649397423535957298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOJAiDKflfk/TmaxBmDeJTI/AAAAAAAAFAI/E3EJl0ArzLo/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I think I'm going to like this!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hu0u95yy27I/TmaxBHzl2oI/AAAAAAAAFAA/iokcH0rSJsg/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649397415416289922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hu0u95yy27I/TmaxBHzl2oI/AAAAAAAAFAA/iokcH0rSJsg/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stop bothering me! I'm eating"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649397411516803218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjIVPWlBTi8/TmaxA5R4aJI/AAAAAAAAE_4/HsCJtdzrx8k/s400/IMG_0505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(A lot of orange going on in that picture.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtBGuiSlibU/TmaxAfiOf_I/AAAAAAAAE_w/O4-bVD7lxG0/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649397404606038002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtBGuiSlibU/TmaxAfiOf_I/AAAAAAAAE_w/O4-bVD7lxG0/s400/IMG_0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jackson's first food experience click &lt;a href="http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-yes-please.html"&gt;here!&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/5499211577901145572-4008564120334406487?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4008564120334406487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=4008564120334406487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4008564120334406487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4008564120334406487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/brayden-eats.html' title='Brayden EATS!!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOJAiDKflfk/TmaxBmDeJTI/AAAAAAAAFAI/E3EJl0ArzLo/s72-c/IMG_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-4474420271655242734</id><published>2011-09-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:46:39.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randall Oaks Park</title><content type='html'>We met up with Parker and Gen (and April) to explore Randall Oaks. We went to the petting zoo, had a picnic and played on the playground. The kids had a blast and play so nicely together. It was a hot day but we were loving it since we know there won't be many more of them this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three amigos loved the petting zoo so much I only got this one picture of their adorable faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqQDLxua2Bc/Tl_CM-e-ozI/AAAAAAAAE_o/9NzwJ9P0Fmg/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445985933042482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqQDLxua2Bc/Tl_CM-e-ozI/AAAAAAAAE_o/9NzwJ9P0Fmg/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson feeding the goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twyksZUkylM/Tl_CMo6S9_I/AAAAAAAAE_g/RrboeSfYHhU/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445980142041074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twyksZUkylM/Tl_CMo6S9_I/AAAAAAAAE_g/RrboeSfYHhU/s400/IMG_0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker, Gen and Jack deciding if they like the goat or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iB2my2u-trs/Tl_CMBJPhnI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/2M3luu4CVS8/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445969467311730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iB2my2u-trs/Tl_CMBJPhnI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/2M3luu4CVS8/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A GIRL! But in the mean time I'll borrow Gen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anyday&lt;/span&gt;! She was my little helper with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;...holding his hand, feeding him his bottle, pushing the stroller. She is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkpbbl4wFBA/Tl_Bxct_nhI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/-dRQoRREDrk/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445513012747794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkpbbl4wFBA/Tl_Bxct_nhI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/-dRQoRREDrk/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf-RZnim7F0/Tl_Bw2dagpI/AAAAAAAAE_I/1OcWY2Rd-Rg/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445502742659730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf-RZnim7F0/Tl_Bw2dagpI/AAAAAAAAE_I/1OcWY2Rd-Rg/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen and Parker had no fear when feeding the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Mb1HykiT4/Tl_BwvHrFhI/AAAAAAAAE_A/yLhX9BMvNVY/s1600/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445500772423186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Mb1HykiT4/Tl_BwvHrFhI/AAAAAAAAE_A/yLhX9BMvNVY/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack on the other hand would rather just run around and look at all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgJ4mBEyTlE/Tl_BwBTxB4I/AAAAAAAAE-4/_sBtpsaiM4U/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445488475113346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgJ4mBEyTlE/Tl_BwBTxB4I/AAAAAAAAE-4/_sBtpsaiM4U/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY0aEwFvLP0/Tl_Bvz0EB2I/AAAAAAAAE-w/LHY9KV904CQ/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647445484852479842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY0aEwFvLP0/Tl_Bvz0EB2I/AAAAAAAAE-w/LHY9KV904CQ/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-4474420271655242734?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4474420271655242734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=4474420271655242734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4474420271655242734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4474420271655242734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/randall-oaks-park.html' title='Randall Oaks Park'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqQDLxua2Bc/Tl_CM-e-ozI/AAAAAAAAE_o/9NzwJ9P0Fmg/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5338858281475046203</id><published>2011-08-30T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:44:37.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Tuesday</title><content type='html'>This morning we got right to playing. Jackson wanted to play with his dinosaurs and after we put them together, he decided that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; should "play" one. It is beginning to get a lot easier for these two to play together since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is getting pretty good at sitting (he has gone up to 15 min without toppling over but when he eventually does topple it is somewhat dramatic!). Jackson is beginning to have more imagination play (he pretended his spoon was a plane at breakfast) so it was really fun to watch him direct the dinosaur play with his brother. The dinosaurs went on walks and talked and even had a dinosaur fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; checking out the dinosaur Jackson and I built for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDx0oYco9n0/TlzmEVF4A0I/AAAAAAAAE-g/7uXIbTRm0xE/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646640994871411522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDx0oYco9n0/TlzmEVF4A0I/AAAAAAAAE-g/7uXIbTRm0xE/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys with their dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUgH73QFj_I/TlzmEMeSgcI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/CGGi6Hbc9hw/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646640992557892034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUgH73QFj_I/TlzmEMeSgcI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/CGGi6Hbc9hw/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinosaur fight caught in action....growling included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Os6bEC8Y__A/TlzmDwIOWxI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/A7_9HgHoopo/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646640984949152530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Os6bEC8Y__A/TlzmDwIOWxI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/A7_9HgHoopo/s400/IMG_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9twyko_rZE/TlzmDcucqSI/AAAAAAAAE-I/2bH3N7P-CIc/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646640979740764450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9twyko_rZE/TlzmDcucqSI/AAAAAAAAE-I/2bH3N7P-CIc/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was just a tease of these two playing together. I can't wait for more! I think they will be the best of friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5338858281475046203?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5338858281475046203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5338858281475046203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5338858281475046203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5338858281475046203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-another-tuesday.html' title='Just another Tuesday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDx0oYco9n0/TlzmEVF4A0I/AAAAAAAAE-g/7uXIbTRm0xE/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8147515238259115376</id><published>2011-08-26T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:10:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep! My kid!!!! Believe it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at 5AM and was in total disbelief when I looked at the clock. He might not do it again tonight, or next week. but to me this was one amazing night for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, and ME! He has come a LONG way in the past week. They always say with colic, one day you will wake up and it will all be gone. We'll it's definitely not gone (I think he will always be a needy baby) but it is amazing how much better he is. This past Sunday Jonathan and I started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it's a combination of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; feeling better (though he does have a cold) and us cracking down on him but the week went really well. He is on a schedule! He takes 2 two hour naps (@ 8AM and 1PM) and one smaller one in the evening. Just a week ago I was just getting 30 min cat naps from him! And just a week ago we were waking up 2-6 times a night AND getting up at 5AM EVERY morning. What a difference a week can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My happy, rested baby this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgS9YBmLrZc/TleYBJNZ9iI/AAAAAAAAE-A/F45qubqxe-4/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645147803351643682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgS9YBmLrZc/TleYBJNZ9iI/AAAAAAAAE-A/F45qubqxe-4/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqaw1H3ZGks/TleYAmhH8dI/AAAAAAAAE94/9z2iZ_gp3T4/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645147794039108050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqaw1H3ZGks/TleYAmhH8dI/AAAAAAAAE94/9z2iZ_gp3T4/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ONE PROUD &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAMMA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tP2DfZ8Pp-0/TleYAMEQkyI/AAAAAAAAE9w/Fi4dwoTWRU8/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645147786938716962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tP2DfZ8Pp-0/TleYAMEQkyI/AAAAAAAAE9w/Fi4dwoTWRU8/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8147515238259115376?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8147515238259115376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8147515238259115376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8147515238259115376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8147515238259115376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgS9YBmLrZc/TleYBJNZ9iI/AAAAAAAAE-A/F45qubqxe-4/s72-c/IMG_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5071083303665256616</id><published>2011-08-21T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:59:36.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RML12-Ptwlk/TlGrlFoFaYI/AAAAAAAAE9o/5hQx6QOZgqg/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643480461725755778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RML12-Ptwlk/TlGrlFoFaYI/AAAAAAAAE9o/5hQx6QOZgqg/s400/IMG_0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brayden is growing up! Next month he'll be 1/2 year old!!! Unbelievable. This month has been a roller coaster and I think we ended it on the up side. I'm not going to officially say it, but you get my gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month Brayden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;has started sitting. He can now sit for a few minutes. I am still not comfortable plopping him down and walking away but he loves to play in the sitting position.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is totally on formula now. The pumping and supplementing was just getting too much so at the beginning of August we switched to just formula. To tell you the truth, I think he is doing much better on formula than he did on breast milk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;eats every 3-4 hours during the day. He pretty much dictated his schedule during this month. The bottles are 6 oz but he usually only takes 4 oz in the morning and then gradually eats more and more during the day and will take an 8 oz bottle before bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still wakes up multiple times a night. It is always different (he likes to keep us on our toes) but the most normal of nights after a bedtime around 7ish he wakes us up sometime in the 12s (gets a bottle) and 3s and is restless from then on till he gets up for the day around 5AM. He has also been known to wake up every hour. Fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is beginning to love to be held and is pretty content when in your arms....if you are walking around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes his Baby Einstein jumper. He plays with all the toys and turns around like crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still loves to stand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is not quite ready for food. Tried and failed twice now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves bath time and will splash and splash. Has even sat up in the tub and played with some of the toys. He gets a bath most nights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to be swaddles (still) but with the legs out probably due to the fact that the swaddle is not long enough for a 5 month old. Today was the first day without the swaddle. He seemed to do pretty well. He loves to sleep on his belly and it is much easier with free arms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;gives us smiles all day long whenever you look or talk to him or when he's not crying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is happiest outside and in new places. I think he gets bored easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still has pretty red hair and dark blue eyes and super fair skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to take walks, swing in swings outside, be held facing outwards or on my hip, his pacifier (but really doesn't sleep with it), toys that make sounds, and his brother. He was looking at Jackson today in the car and just laughing and laughing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's our little guy in a nutshell. We love the little boy he is turning into! What will next month bring? Maybe some food and some crawling? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjHRB5PvFZE/TlGrkuCklgI/AAAAAAAAE9g/Aq5tZ3CJogM/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643480455394399746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjHRB5PvFZE/TlGrkuCklgI/AAAAAAAAE9g/Aq5tZ3CJogM/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY_FthqmuWk/TlGrkfeOkjI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/YM11VCCHORM/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643480451483865650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY_FthqmuWk/TlGrkfeOkjI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/YM11VCCHORM/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0yAsXPjNU/TlGrjxewauI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/Y9MAn-XnAIE/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643480439138052834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0yAsXPjNU/TlGrjxewauI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/Y9MAn-XnAIE/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5071083303665256616?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5071083303665256616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5071083303665256616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5071083303665256616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5071083303665256616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-months.html' title='5 months!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RML12-Ptwlk/TlGrlFoFaYI/AAAAAAAAE9o/5hQx6QOZgqg/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-1089122603087356180</id><published>2011-08-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:10:47.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's First Movie-Cars 2</title><content type='html'>On a whim (because our other plans fell through due to the rain) we decided to take Jackson to his first movie today. Looking back, it could have been planned a bit better. Like not going during nap time, saving the popcorn for the actual movie instead of chowing it down during the previews or actually going to the movie when it was fairly new so we could go to our cheap theater instead of paying the big bucks at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AMC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barrington&lt;/span&gt; (the only place running the movie at this point). But it was our first movie experience with kids and we will soon learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has been loving the movie Cars so we thought we would take him to Cars 2. He was super excited to see the movie and go on a date with him mom AND dad (while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; got some one on one time with his Grandma Kathy...THANKS!). We loaded him up with all the goodies-popcorn, some candy and the #1 beverage of choice, water. He was in awe of all the lights and signs on our walk to our theater and loved his big comfy seat. How was the movie? Well, Jackson liked about the first hour or so of it and then it was a battle to keep him in his seat watching so we ended up leaving early. At least we tried. Jonathan and I both thought that he would do much better at the theater because he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOVEs&lt;/span&gt; to watch movies at home but maybe he likes the movies that are familiar to him. Who knows. Maybe we'll revisit the theater next summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqk_JNDQFDY/TlAe8hAyDgI/AAAAAAAAE9I/bxbD3D9gdOc/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643044358097866242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqk_JNDQFDY/TlAe8hAyDgI/AAAAAAAAE9I/bxbD3D9gdOc/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxNnvMsIpL4/TlAe8bra4TI/AAAAAAAAE9A/a53KYxjL_1I/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643044356666089778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxNnvMsIpL4/TlAe8bra4TI/AAAAAAAAE9A/a53KYxjL_1I/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdFzqidodwU/TlAe74FZI8I/AAAAAAAAE84/9c-CbBtfgEc/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643044347111351234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdFzqidodwU/TlAe74FZI8I/AAAAAAAAE84/9c-CbBtfgEc/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alseep&lt;/span&gt; instantly as we pulled out of the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIRCi9NqAcQ/TlAe6PFmoSI/AAAAAAAAE8w/BTS1e8gVyNA/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643044318926512418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIRCi9NqAcQ/TlAe6PFmoSI/AAAAAAAAE8w/BTS1e8gVyNA/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-1089122603087356180?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1089122603087356180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=1089122603087356180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1089122603087356180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/1089122603087356180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/jacksons-first-movie-cars-2.html' title='Jackson&apos;s First Movie-Cars 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqk_JNDQFDY/TlAe8hAyDgI/AAAAAAAAE9I/bxbD3D9gdOc/s72-c/IMG_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5176099019858834579</id><published>2011-08-17T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:26:13.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brayden Saga</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, we have quite a fussy, little sleeping baby on our hands over here. Don't get me wrong, it IS getting better. He now will calm down when held AND moving. We have tried everything...different bottles, multiple formulas, different feeding schedules, more and less attention, more and less sleep, reflux medication (Zantac), gas drops, Colic Calm in his bottles, different feeding and sleeping positions, different people. The list goes on and on. I feel like we have tried everything and he is still hurting and in pain. My last (and final) resort was to take him to a GI doctor. I just needed that reassurance that nothing more serious was wrong and there was nothing more that I could try or do. Well today was the day and, though, he didn't give us any more insight, I feel much better knowing that I tried everything in my power to help Brayden. I will have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty much the doctor ruled out allergy and twisted intestines and after hearing all of my interventions, diagnosed Brayden with Extreme and Excessive Colic. Pretty much what that means is that for most colic babies they have a few hours at night of crying but he is extreme because it can be all day and the excessive part is due to the fact that most colic babies (8 out of 10) grow out of it by three, maybe four, months and since Brayden seems to be hanging onto that colic into month five, he is excessive. He says that it could last up to one year. There is nothing more we can do. Different bottles? Nope. Different formula? He said to just buy the cheapest. Is he in pain? Definitely according to the doctor, but again, there is nothing we can do. Can I let him cry more? Yep, but it is so hard since I now know he is for sure in pain. And as anyone know, when you are not feeling good all you want is your mom. So I was reassured that holding him might help him and won't spoil him since he is needed the attention due to pain and not just because he is manipulating us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now we are just riding out the storm. Brayden IS getting better and when you are giving him attention (pretty much holding and moving) he is content. I guess I just get to love on our baby for a few more months. Jonathan said, "Five down, seven more to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for more exciting and interesting news...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brayden is about a week away from his 5th month and he is getting stronger and stronger everyday! Check it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We work on sitting everyday now and he is probably adding a few seconds to his time every day before he topples over! Maybe we'll be up to a minute by the five month mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgh1LRERCh8/TkxieexrmbI/AAAAAAAAE8o/bsqrggoCLds/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641992708985428402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgh1LRERCh8/TkxieexrmbI/AAAAAAAAE8o/bsqrggoCLds/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6294693c7960463c" 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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6294693c7960463c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D730718B3B1BA67AEE5DA6422CD69AEAA32588D7C.17C50C903239191E00EA493D673D5FEA11A0256%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6294693c7960463c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqwkPFXHta5KT5KLhs03K2c2TbUE&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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6294693c7960463c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D730718B3B1BA67AEE5DA6422CD69AEAA32588D7C.17C50C903239191E00EA493D673D5FEA11A0256%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6294693c7960463c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqwkPFXHta5KT5KLhs03K2c2TbUE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since birth, Brayden has preferred standing over sitting or lying on his back. He absolutely loves to stand. The other day I figured out that he liked to use his play mat to stand instead of using it like most babies (he also likes to hold on to his crib)! In the video, once he gets his footing he was good to go!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-822QiOhr6lI/TkxieE2Eq9I/AAAAAAAAE8g/B9GUR9sCK9U/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641992702024526802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-822QiOhr6lI/TkxieE2Eq9I/AAAAAAAAE8g/B9GUR9sCK9U/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50070c6b2c209e7c" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50070c6b2c209e7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57C5708E503B28E3026218A83CAE2E1C2EE32313.7E9FF35A03BD201045C2A8BF32821CDE30644009%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50070c6b2c209e7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIIq3vAPoMm8_NJd_6Ns8PRiL31A&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50070c6b2c209e7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57C5708E503B28E3026218A83CAE2E1C2EE32313.7E9FF35A03BD201045C2A8BF32821CDE30644009%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50070c6b2c209e7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIIq3vAPoMm8_NJd_6Ns8PRiL31A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5176099019858834579?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5176099019858834579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5176099019858834579' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5176099019858834579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5176099019858834579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/brayden-saga.html' title='The Brayden Saga'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgh1LRERCh8/TkxieexrmbI/AAAAAAAAE8o/bsqrggoCLds/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7701973589310192700</id><published>2011-08-16T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:06:56.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's Wisconsin House</title><content type='html'>We were SO lucky to be invited to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ubert's&lt;/span&gt; Wisconsin house in Door County. It was BEAUTIFUL! The house was amazing! It was just finished this past May and I couldn't stop telling Jonathan how I felt like I was at a spa! And to top that, they had the most perfect beach for the boys to play on. Tyler and Jackson were in heaven because they had a playmate 24/7. Every morning they would wake up asking for one another and followed each other around all day. We couldn't have wished for a better weekend away. Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uberts&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started out a bit chilly and overcast so we went to the local farmers market, got some amazing raspberry rolls and coffee, and went to the farm. We have been hearing so much about this farm from Tyler and it did not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;. We could of easily spent the whole day there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kittens at the farm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTznHV3Drzg/TkrIMgNbrkI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/u9_i206fXpg/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641541600365227586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTznHV3Drzg/TkrIMgNbrkI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/u9_i206fXpg/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler was an old pro at holding the kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pI7627z_vRQ/TkrIMPariGI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/WKqtEAvOQLE/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641541595857389666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pI7627z_vRQ/TkrIMPariGI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/WKqtEAvOQLE/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to the farm you get to feed the baby goats a bottle of milk. Jackson was not too sure about it at first and like it much better with Jonathan since the goats were pretty hungry for their milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---eGHSMaHqM/TkrHYMthnsI/AAAAAAAAE8I/Cd631z4k26U/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641540701777927874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---eGHSMaHqM/TkrHYMthnsI/AAAAAAAAE8I/Cd631z4k26U/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a few tractor "rides" had by the two trouble makers. I picked this on because they were "driving" the goat around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQvk94DksK0/TkrHXQgVHEI/AAAAAAAAE8A/hOAS_fNDKrk/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641540685616454722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQvk94DksK0/TkrHXQgVHEI/AAAAAAAAE8A/hOAS_fNDKrk/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and the baby chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jF_ziM0QSaI/TkrHW0faU7I/AAAAAAAAE74/BFUQEyYSk0s/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641540678096409522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jF_ziM0QSaI/TkrHW0faU7I/AAAAAAAAE74/BFUQEyYSk0s/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson just dropped the chick so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and I got a turn. *No chicks were harmed under our watch.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krI0qJQQf-4/TkrHWXrh-mI/AAAAAAAAE7w/WMXSMMqUGrs/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641540670362614370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krI0qJQQf-4/TkrHWXrh-mI/AAAAAAAAE7w/WMXSMMqUGrs/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and the little boys feeding the goats and sheep. There were also pigs, cows and horses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3K6B3_D3k0/TkrHVHIMA3I/AAAAAAAAE7o/M6ybmBRB7Qs/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641540648739537778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3K6B3_D3k0/TkrHVHIMA3I/AAAAAAAAE7o/M6ybmBRB7Qs/s400/IMG_0317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hosts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen, Tyler, and Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8ix7VsaZhw/TkrGbJku2-I/AAAAAAAAE7g/SBEoss8JI70/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641539652963720162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8ix7VsaZhw/TkrGbJku2-I/AAAAAAAAE7g/SBEoss8JI70/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave out Brady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEqs0W0k2vg/TkrGatMEthI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/wScAkpmobWE/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641539645344101906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEqs0W0k2vg/TkrGatMEthI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/wScAkpmobWE/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds didn't clear until 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday but that didn't keep us from enjoying the water/sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itTfQhrZsOI/TkrGaJkDARI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/WfxWE7Rjhmw/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641539635780976914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itTfQhrZsOI/TkrGaJkDARI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/WfxWE7Rjhmw/s400/IMG_0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Scott even took Jack and Ty on a few jet ski rides. Jonathan claims that he got up to 45mph with Jackson! That daredevil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlZ2NsOMKP4/TkrGZvLjRlI/AAAAAAAAE7I/j_P1mXkouCE/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641539628698912338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlZ2NsOMKP4/TkrGZvLjRlI/AAAAAAAAE7I/j_P1mXkouCE/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler actually drove his jet ski!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntchFUjgq3k/TkrGZWB0H-I/AAAAAAAAE7A/0dJimYZ3XTM/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641539621947187170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntchFUjgq3k/TkrGZWB0H-I/AAAAAAAAE7A/0dJimYZ3XTM/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most perfect beach! Perfect for just sitting and watching little boys play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3fGFmyJRC4/TkrFYrcP1XI/AAAAAAAAE64/j1sw_FN8bZQ/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641538511003702642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3fGFmyJRC4/TkrFYrcP1XI/AAAAAAAAE64/j1sw_FN8bZQ/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a cool picture of our little guy. He got to enjoy the sun a bit but, as we know, needs to be moved around to keep happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSBGT3Z__I8/TkrFYIcWSrI/AAAAAAAAE6w/ADwBmWWDzG4/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641538501608884914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSBGT3Z__I8/TkrFYIcWSrI/AAAAAAAAE6w/ADwBmWWDzG4/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we took a walk to the lighthouse and then to throw rocks. We even got to see a bit of the sun set over Green Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yW4CwPiDwt8/TkrFXEv0YWI/AAAAAAAAE6o/8bTCpVuBWyk/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641538483436937570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yW4CwPiDwt8/TkrFXEv0YWI/AAAAAAAAE6o/8bTCpVuBWyk/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Throwin&lt;/span&gt;' some rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KrL6-mJTUo/TkrFWipRAhI/AAAAAAAAE6g/fwS7nzEYSJo/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641538474282648082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KrL6-mJTUo/TkrFWipRAhI/AAAAAAAAE6g/fwS7nzEYSJo/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Jack hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXSWPaH77a0/TkrFWBVy-1I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/HC9CJRf1b7M/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641538465342618450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXSWPaH77a0/TkrFWBVy-1I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/HC9CJRf1b7M/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foley Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXpsVBiyHGk/TkrEn-c1G5I/AAAAAAAAE6Q/KQq6pGl-iMI/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641537674292829074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXpsVBiyHGk/TkrEn-c1G5I/AAAAAAAAE6Q/KQq6pGl-iMI/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing! Jackson didn't catch one but Scott did with his first throw out there. Jackson was going to throw it back until he dropped it on the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjpSS7KoJC8/TkrEnXI1fQI/AAAAAAAAE6I/neTJY_e_U8Y/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641537663739985154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjpSS7KoJC8/TkrEnXI1fQI/AAAAAAAAE6I/neTJY_e_U8Y/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The construction workers. The dump &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truck&lt;/span&gt; and digger were in constant use on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gRBu1icMFY0/TkrEmzv3A7I/AAAAAAAAE6A/TM08Nv1sIRs/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641537654239986610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gRBu1icMFY0/TkrEmzv3A7I/AAAAAAAAE6A/TM08Nv1sIRs/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cool dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkEMuZEs9o/TkrEmoyeyaI/AAAAAAAAE54/T5HzOFRlLnY/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641537651298191778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkEMuZEs9o/TkrEmoyeyaI/AAAAAAAAE54/T5HzOFRlLnY/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan took Jackson on a Kayak ride so I had to throw in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; for a quick picture before they left. Jackson favorite part of the ride, chasing the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TR622yHilOE/TkrEmDtzg0I/AAAAAAAAE5w/beNJEEC3Q5g/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641537641346466626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TR622yHilOE/TkrEmDtzg0I/AAAAAAAAE5w/beNJEEC3Q5g/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great trip! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uberts&lt;/span&gt; are so lucky to have such an amazing place to vacation to every weekend! Thank you for sharing it with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-7701973589310192700?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7701973589310192700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=7701973589310192700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7701973589310192700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/7701973589310192700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/tylers-wisconsin-house.html' title='Tyler&apos;s Wisconsin House'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTznHV3Drzg/TkrIMgNbrkI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/u9_i206fXpg/s72-c/IMG_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5031092717097446834</id><published>2011-08-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:32:50.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen's Visit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THnh8wL-uT4/TkGO4-feejI/AAAAAAAAE5o/64ftJ4tZFjU/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our family reunion, Kristen and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; came to visit for a week. It was a bit crazy with two little ones on different schedules but we still managed to have fun and relax. The first weekend Kristen was in town was our 5 year anniversary weekend. We were lucky to have not one, but two nights out. On our actual anniversary Grandma Janet and Papa came to watch the boys and we went for a nice night out at the "fancy" movie theater. We had a really nice dinner there and then relaxed in some very comfy chairs for the movie. The next night, Kristen took the boys over night while Jonathan and I had a night away. It was great to have a uninterrupted dinner out and a full nights sleep. I was going to get a spa service at the hotel but they were all booked, so I took a nap in the morning after breakfast and before we went home. We are so lucky to have so many people who are willing to take our two boys so we can celebrate! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristen's nervous face right before we left. She actually handled them all quite well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRstlwuIz8g/TkGJWeVO4OI/AAAAAAAAE5g/7la3J0eJ-tQ/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638939227636818146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRstlwuIz8g/TkGJWeVO4OI/AAAAAAAAE5g/7la3J0eJ-tQ/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This and That from Kristen's week here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We visited my Uncle John one day for lunch and he showed Jackson the train he got the kids. It was really cool and Jackson had a blast playing with it. This picture is a bit blurry but it is the only one where I got everyone playing...Uncle John, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adely&lt;/span&gt;, Jackson, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSuAvPOSJaU/TkGFzxqY3YI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/90nOBjAWCbk/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935332995521922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSuAvPOSJaU/TkGFzxqY3YI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/90nOBjAWCbk/s400/IMG_0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Backstory&lt;/span&gt; here: Jackson wants to do anything that Jonathan and I are doing. This is how it usually goes..."&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whatya&lt;/span&gt; doing mommy?" I answer with said activity. " I wanna do it too!" and then proceeds to copy either Jonathan or myself. Thus explains the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q6f5EsilgM/TkGFzpTZThI/AAAAAAAAE5I/xgKGx58BjVc/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935330751598098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q6f5EsilgM/TkGFzpTZThI/AAAAAAAAE5I/xgKGx58BjVc/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; needed a turn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mYAanPyjVM/TkGFzaKlR4I/AAAAAAAAE5A/ayFHXvgHln0/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935326688102274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mYAanPyjVM/TkGFzaKlR4I/AAAAAAAAE5A/ayFHXvgHln0/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; couldn't be left out! To say the least, Kristen and I were cracking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXaifjZqPNE/TkGFykYECHI/AAAAAAAAE44/QKIg2A2duGE/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935312249129074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXaifjZqPNE/TkGFykYECHI/AAAAAAAAE44/QKIg2A2duGE/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; sporting My Aunt is the Best shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pYoKnp5doI/TkGFx4CIlTI/AAAAAAAAE4w/M40glC44Qtg/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935300345992498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pYoKnp5doI/TkGFx4CIlTI/AAAAAAAAE4w/M40glC44Qtg/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent some time with my parents. It was great to all be together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VN2SdAOVTD4/TkGE9lRoUTI/AAAAAAAAE4o/1V_nhKat79k/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638934401957515570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VN2SdAOVTD4/TkGE9lRoUTI/AAAAAAAAE4o/1V_nhKat79k/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin's Cove:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids, Kristen and I took a trip to the pool one day. It was beautiful and we had a blast swimming, sliding, and playing in the sand. Jackson is definitely becoming a fish and absolutely loves the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBhaVSQYRys/TkGE9N1d92I/AAAAAAAAE4g/2gF1YF2lr3k/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638934395665381218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBhaVSQYRys/TkGE9N1d92I/AAAAAAAAE4g/2gF1YF2lr3k/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson splashing down the dolphin slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ckC2RKzUZ0/TkGE8ozJpsI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/OHMz9rd3XU4/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638934385723549378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ckC2RKzUZ0/TkGE8ozJpsI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/OHMz9rd3XU4/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristen and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; hanging out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_il0UfOkbc/TkGE8HIiuTI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/QgBKn75f-Wo/s1600/IMG_0166%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638934376686467378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_il0UfOkbc/TkGE8HIiuTI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/QgBKn75f-Wo/s400/IMG_0166%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick picture with my boys before Jackson ran off to take his 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; turn on the yellow slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdThb8-sGKw/TkGE7L3NcyI/AAAAAAAAE4I/iKRc8AXF2hA/s1600/IMG_0169%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638934360776078114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdThb8-sGKw/TkGE7L3NcyI/AAAAAAAAE4I/iKRc8AXF2hA/s400/IMG_0169%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McHenry&lt;/span&gt; County Fair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On one of the last days Kristen was in town we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McHenry&lt;/span&gt; County fair. We went early and it wasn't crowded at all! Then we headed to the Dairy Mart for lunch and off to the Huntley park to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristen hanging out with the little ones while my mom and I took Jackson to see all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MR36F2XaZgc/TkGC0SEzZFI/AAAAAAAAE4A/4r4VRZRiZ10/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638932043161363538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MR36F2XaZgc/TkGC0SEzZFI/AAAAAAAAE4A/4r4VRZRiZ10/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hIwWTnjQ1o/TkGC0LEvpbI/AAAAAAAAE34/zp0XkjDB7vw/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638932041282069938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hIwWTnjQ1o/TkGC0LEvpbI/AAAAAAAAE34/zp0XkjDB7vw/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4y9tIuDYZSY/TkGCzTggy8I/AAAAAAAAE3w/3FPS8CNEF6I/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638932026366151618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4y9tIuDYZSY/TkGCzTggy8I/AAAAAAAAE3w/3FPS8CNEF6I/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cutie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7ZMIxt60bs/TkGCzLdIUII/AAAAAAAAE3o/RV9spKt-wJM/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638932024204480642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7ZMIxt60bs/TkGCzLdIUII/AAAAAAAAE3o/RV9spKt-wJM/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ducks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(we also saw goats and cows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UceAfzy4UUI/TkGCyzcHhAI/AAAAAAAAE3g/lDb9es0JfnY/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638932017757783042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UceAfzy4UUI/TkGCyzcHhAI/AAAAAAAAE3g/lDb9es0JfnY/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we headed over to check out the tractors where Jackson wanted to drive them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGtONTQrNEQ/TkGCeqxSzBI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/SKJV7Wj4Akc/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638931671833299986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGtONTQrNEQ/TkGCeqxSzBI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/SKJV7Wj4Akc/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Qs8vwA3Jc/TkGCd3CWq6I/AAAAAAAAE3Q/IQrY3eo4dtY/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638931657946213282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Qs8vwA3Jc/TkGCd3CWq6I/AAAAAAAAE3Q/IQrY3eo4dtY/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; getting in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuB52tKWGx4/TkGCdi47SVI/AAAAAAAAE3I/0On6sTN15-c/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638931652537960786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuB52tKWGx4/TkGCdi47SVI/AAAAAAAAE3I/0On6sTN15-c/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to check out the horse show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MqsPaHAFB4/TkGCdan3WYI/AAAAAAAAE3A/AI-P9JRitMA/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638931650318915970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MqsPaHAFB4/TkGCdan3WYI/AAAAAAAAE3A/AI-P9JRitMA/s400/IMG_0232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with my little peanut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKmTJDAyiU/TkGCcyrDpGI/AAAAAAAAE24/rvZzgUJGUps/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638931639594886242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTKmTJDAyiU/TkGCcyrDpGI/AAAAAAAAE24/rvZzgUJGUps/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sockers&lt;/span&gt; Reunion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the main reasons Kristen came to IL for an extra week was to attend our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sockers&lt;/span&gt; Reunion. This was the club team Kristen and I played for for most of our middle/high school years. It was so much fun to get together with some of the girls! It had been almost 5 years since our last reunion and there are many more husbands and babies to add to the group. Hopefully it won't be as long till our next reunion and hopefully a few more can join us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are displaying some of our old trophies and plaques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THnh8wL-uT4/TkGO4-feejI/AAAAAAAAE5o/64ftJ4tZFjU/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945317943409202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THnh8wL-uT4/TkGO4-feejI/AAAAAAAAE5o/64ftJ4tZFjU/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5031092717097446834?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5031092717097446834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5031092717097446834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5031092717097446834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5031092717097446834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/kristens-visit.html' title='Kristen&apos;s Visit!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRstlwuIz8g/TkGJWeVO4OI/AAAAAAAAE5g/7la3J0eJ-tQ/s72-c/IMG_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2711971260291977747</id><published>2011-08-09T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T06:50:20.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we wonder why.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this kid still needs to be swaddled to sleep. He is NON STOP MOVEMENT during the day. This is just not a bathtime dance party, it's an all day marathon. He just doesn't stop moving! Ever. Brayden's got a lot of energy, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eaa5990a91d41b8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaa5990a91d41b8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AA24E99D011152DE241E388AE710EEDB3BABA65.30CFC3F8170016CD8AC2A70C5F91B504E11AAF9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaa5990a91d41b8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dov4vTdNvBrne8Af63eW-B7Qjw_4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaa5990a91d41b8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AA24E99D011152DE241E388AE710EEDB3BABA65.30CFC3F8170016CD8AC2A70C5F91B504E11AAF9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaa5990a91d41b8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dov4vTdNvBrne8Af63eW-B7Qjw_4&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/5499211577901145572-2711971260291977747?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2711971260291977747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2711971260291977747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2711971260291977747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2711971260291977747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-we-wonder-why.html' title='And we wonder why.....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8030896471003505345</id><published>2011-08-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:49:06.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Village Azoosment Park</title><content type='html'>Santa's Village decided to open again and since it was right down the road we got a coupon and made the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; over. There was a TON of rides for Jackson to go on and many, many animals to view but the price (without the coupon) was SO overpriced...$16.95!!! per person! Yikes! The place could use some work so we might make a visit back in a few years when they have things more together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trucks! Our first ride stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsLPY9hh_2o/TkF-PLbDMqI/AAAAAAAAE2w/x2YaCO0du0I/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638927007673954978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsLPY9hh_2o/TkF-PLbDMqI/AAAAAAAAE2w/x2YaCO0du0I/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nice plane ride. Jackson picked the orange plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oACCEzdmUc/TkF-Ok9rDKI/AAAAAAAAE2o/CgFVM7yGz3s/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638926997350190242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oACCEzdmUc/TkF-Ok9rDKI/AAAAAAAAE2o/CgFVM7yGz3s/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were one of the first in the park that day so we got a free face paint. Jackson picked Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ-M0luv42M/TkF9z9YrLAI/AAAAAAAAE2g/XRhhkE7ID_c/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638926540049427458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ-M0luv42M/TkF9z9YrLAI/AAAAAAAAE2g/XRhhkE7ID_c/s400/IMG_0131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long and very slow slide that Jackson seemed to never get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjH1LBzuQEU/TkF9zRgzM-I/AAAAAAAAE2Y/OoVb_JGDQzM/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638926528272348130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjH1LBzuQEU/TkF9zRgzM-I/AAAAAAAAE2Y/OoVb_JGDQzM/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles! There were baby ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDwjvDc38Tk/TkF9yx9UDKI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/GTLePZBiuv4/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638926519802006690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDwjvDc38Tk/TkF9yx9UDKI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/GTLePZBiuv4/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Jackson barely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; feeding the goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScgeCfivsYs/TkF9yspxilI/AAAAAAAAE2I/Un91y8FbTH0/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638926518377876050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScgeCfivsYs/TkF9yspxilI/AAAAAAAAE2I/Un91y8FbTH0/s400/IMG_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sleigh ride around the reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFYQao_Gv0o/TkF9ybDrdYI/AAAAAAAAE2A/nz6-flMLBaM/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638926513654691202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFYQao_Gv0o/TkF9ybDrdYI/AAAAAAAAE2A/nz6-flMLBaM/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan almost couldn't stomach this fast, and high, balloon ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWDk2fnvtQg/TkF51esEZXI/AAAAAAAAE1M/7t7fuD1kuUE/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922168122500466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWDk2fnvtQg/TkF51esEZXI/AAAAAAAAE1M/7t7fuD1kuUE/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sure loves to "drive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvDO8r-E4jk/TkF5074vOeI/AAAAAAAAE1E/mXieHazTf_E/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922158780398050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvDO8r-E4jk/TkF5074vOeI/AAAAAAAAE1E/mXieHazTf_E/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a bird room that you could visit and fee the birds. Jackson was in heaven because next to ducks and geese, birds top his favorite animal list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHJqsH4Efkk/TkF50iGIg1I/AAAAAAAAE08/oDJfgTN1M2A/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922151857259346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHJqsH4Efkk/TkF50iGIg1I/AAAAAAAAE08/oDJfgTN1M2A/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VBlZDRaRqu0/TkF50Z7b5ZI/AAAAAAAAE00/mkMS5pWNmF0/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922149664908690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VBlZDRaRqu0/TkF50Z7b5ZI/AAAAAAAAE00/mkMS5pWNmF0/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pony ride on Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UZv-B7a1o9Q/TkF5zwGoU7I/AAAAAAAAE0s/lUF005w66wQ/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922138437571506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UZv-B7a1o9Q/TkF5zwGoU7I/AAAAAAAAE0s/lUF005w66wQ/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8030896471003505345?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8030896471003505345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8030896471003505345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8030896471003505345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8030896471003505345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/santas-village-azoosment-park.html' title='Santa&apos;s Village Azoosment Park'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsLPY9hh_2o/TkF-PLbDMqI/AAAAAAAAE2w/x2YaCO0du0I/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8799409118893602840</id><published>2011-08-03T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:19:57.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water, Water!</title><content type='html'>We spent a lot of time in the water at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; Family Reunion. Jackson was a fish and wanted to be swimming at all times which led to LONG naps! No complaints here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures to tell the story of our time IN Lake Lure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vO1JKP794n0/Tjn-3fmJe6I/AAAAAAAAEz8/G4XJpvRaF_w/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816637958650786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vO1JKP794n0/Tjn-3fmJe6I/AAAAAAAAEz8/G4XJpvRaF_w/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some paddle boat time with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5lAIU4OelM/Tjn-25ALUvI/AAAAAAAAEz0/wPNwJxH9rxg/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816627598840562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5lAIU4OelM/Tjn-25ALUvI/AAAAAAAAEz0/wPNwJxH9rxg/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the boy cousins decided to dive off the high dive. And when that got boring they created different ways to make the plunge. We, girls, had a great time watching their stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fzcwjf5UmU/Tjn-2ZsH90I/AAAAAAAAEzs/kqZVc0R8njQ/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816619193235266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fzcwjf5UmU/Tjn-2ZsH90I/AAAAAAAAEzs/kqZVc0R8njQ/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mom. But I just had to put this one in here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erZ7AytjUGU/Tjn-110I_kI/AAAAAAAAEzk/bH59AYYbkHQ/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816609563180610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erZ7AytjUGU/Tjn-110I_kI/AAAAAAAAEzk/bH59AYYbkHQ/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan was teaching Jackson how to jump into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI3rNNx51RQ/Tjn-1vYd8eI/AAAAAAAAEzc/UuLWZdxbXu8/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816607836500450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI3rNNx51RQ/Tjn-1vYd8eI/AAAAAAAAEzc/UuLWZdxbXu8/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson floating with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-682QSTh1nXw/Tjn9LEOjI9I/AAAAAAAAEzU/5fMMu9DR1Xg/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814775186039762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-682QSTh1nXw/Tjn9LEOjI9I/AAAAAAAAEzU/5fMMu9DR1Xg/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two cutest babies around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cS1B0PJvaK8/Tjn9KhmJdfI/AAAAAAAAEzM/FuRr-55l6NQ/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814765889779186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cS1B0PJvaK8/Tjn9KhmJdfI/AAAAAAAAEzM/FuRr-55l6NQ/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Q5w6m5edE/Tjn9KFxKTsI/AAAAAAAAEzE/0VOqnVirZnc/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814758419779266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Q5w6m5edE/Tjn9KFxKTsI/AAAAAAAAEzE/0VOqnVirZnc/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was right at home "driving" with Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnwZ96vYO3o/Tjn9JhVUE8I/AAAAAAAAEy8/f1Yyrf36vGw/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814748639302594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnwZ96vYO3o/Tjn9JhVUE8I/AAAAAAAAEy8/f1Yyrf36vGw/s400/IMG_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJscpKMUpwU/Tjn9JFl7kcI/AAAAAAAAEy0/oOhu-cFvllo/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814741192806850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJscpKMUpwU/Tjn9JFl7kcI/AAAAAAAAEy0/oOhu-cFvllo/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZGJfKwO9YM/Tjn8ldmLC-I/AAAAAAAAEys/pOYUewO9x4U/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814129160981474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZGJfKwO9YM/Tjn8ldmLC-I/AAAAAAAAEys/pOYUewO9x4U/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen enjoying the ride with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iv6xlO07m84/Tjn8kgYQeNI/AAAAAAAAEyk/ZQFJM3FZoCI/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814112728053970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iv6xlO07m84/Tjn8kgYQeNI/AAAAAAAAEyk/ZQFJM3FZoCI/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving on my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOHg8tgDSOg/Tjn8iSesLdI/AAAAAAAAEyc/Rbp8PcB3d6A/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814074637200850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOHg8tgDSOg/Tjn8iSesLdI/AAAAAAAAEyc/Rbp8PcB3d6A/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;! Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHlMxHAHFOw/Tjn8hxL7_UI/AAAAAAAAEyU/mB6bBndOxrc/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814065700175170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHlMxHAHFOw/Tjn8hxL7_UI/AAAAAAAAEyU/mB6bBndOxrc/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISedvMmXCJs/Tjn8hX4lo_I/AAAAAAAAEyM/h4GoQPiQ9EM/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636814058908132338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISedvMmXCJs/Tjn8hX4lo_I/AAAAAAAAEyM/h4GoQPiQ9EM/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodle Fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrzhS_r4FCs/Tjn8Qvvw2jI/AAAAAAAAEyE/zkE_PO652-o/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636813773255793202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrzhS_r4FCs/Tjn8Qvvw2jI/AAAAAAAAEyE/zkE_PO652-o/s400/IMG_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice family swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woVWzBWOdE8/Tjn8QQcimlI/AAAAAAAAEx8/IyiTRHNXXeM/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636813764853668434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woVWzBWOdE8/Tjn8QQcimlI/AAAAAAAAEx8/IyiTRHNXXeM/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matching ladies, Kaitlyn and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO9oL0LBpAw/Tjn8P2eHyDI/AAAAAAAAEx0/rs-RvR1FGvw/s1600/IMG_0094%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636813757880977458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO9oL0LBpAw/Tjn8P2eHyDI/AAAAAAAAEx0/rs-RvR1FGvw/s400/IMG_0094%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson always on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzlOClbWEJI/Tjn8PQdMSeI/AAAAAAAAExs/CIyZDnFQ4KA/s1600/IMG_0104%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636813747676531170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzlOClbWEJI/Tjn8PQdMSeI/AAAAAAAAExs/CIyZDnFQ4KA/s400/IMG_0104%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8799409118893602840?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8799409118893602840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8799409118893602840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8799409118893602840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8799409118893602840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/water-water-water.html' title='Water, Water, Water!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vO1JKP794n0/Tjn-3fmJe6I/AAAAAAAAEz8/G4XJpvRaF_w/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5544019367802562458</id><published>2011-08-01T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:04:43.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heil Reunion 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; reunion 2011 took place at Lake Lure, North Carolina. Just about everyone made it to this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;momentous&lt;/span&gt; 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; reunion. This year the oldest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; (Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt;) at 95 years young and the youngest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt;) at 3 months old both made the trip out to North Carolina. It was a great time catching up with all the aunts, uncles, and of course, cousins. This year we had to rent two homes to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; everyone. We spent most of the trip hanging out, swimming, boating, diving, playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nertz&lt;/span&gt;, napping, and of course, eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "bigger" house with boat dock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQNRgq-Vehk/TjblGTBW5GI/AAAAAAAAExc/WT0-bIjilsM/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943880048698466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQNRgq-Vehk/TjblGTBW5GI/AAAAAAAAExc/WT0-bIjilsM/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan and I drove all 12 hours to NC at night and arrived early Saturday morning. We hung out with the boys at Chimney Rock until we could check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQRVbhXzwf4/TjblFwa5msI/AAAAAAAAExU/xururckHqLQ/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943870760590018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQRVbhXzwf4/TjblFwa5msI/AAAAAAAAExU/xururckHqLQ/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, we take family pictures. Here is the growing Philip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;(We did get a picture of the ENTIRE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt; family but not with my camera. Hopefully I can get it on here at some point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIEHp6UYctM/TjblFORGc9I/AAAAAAAAExM/RbeNv3kLXcc/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943861592683474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIEHp6UYctM/TjblFORGc9I/AAAAAAAAExM/RbeNv3kLXcc/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The growing Foley Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUVZwBICNio/TjblEry9c2I/AAAAAAAAExE/0KWRCYS7DAc/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943852339458914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUVZwBICNio/TjblEry9c2I/AAAAAAAAExE/0KWRCYS7DAc/s400/IMG_0120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson absolutely adored Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt;. He always wanted her to read to him and even kicked the soccer ball around with her. When we left he didn't even hesitate to run and give her a huge hug goodbye! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ymTCrbm_jg/TjblETEDwvI/AAAAAAAAEw8/ACl43wacKUo/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943845700289266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ymTCrbm_jg/TjblETEDwvI/AAAAAAAAEw8/ACl43wacKUo/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katilyn&lt;/span&gt; loving on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_aBflxS8hE/Tjbku-Mbs1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/u0xmqHNSLnI/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943479321015122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_aBflxS8hE/Tjbku-Mbs1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/u0xmqHNSLnI/s400/IMG_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so fun to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; hang out. This picture just cracks me up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xkaidudWiA/TjbkuV5t-1I/AAAAAAAAEws/LtEYxzAnWUM/s1600/IMG_0077%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943468505103186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xkaidudWiA/TjbkuV5t-1I/AAAAAAAAEws/LtEYxzAnWUM/s400/IMG_0077%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad with the two little ones. It was so nice to hang out with the entire Hoffman family for a while week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvTvwWThFx0/Tjbkt7e7J5I/AAAAAAAAEwk/ROzxeOseUOs/s1600/IMG_0065%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943461413398418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvTvwWThFx0/Tjbkt7e7J5I/AAAAAAAAEwk/ROzxeOseUOs/s400/IMG_0065%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jonathan got some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; time! She was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQqLA62iPCc/TjbktQUxXGI/AAAAAAAAEwc/cO97PLNg0Do/s1600/IMG_0067%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943449828088930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQqLA62iPCc/TjbktQUxXGI/AAAAAAAAEwc/cO97PLNg0Do/s400/IMG_0067%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three cousins! Doesn't Jackson look HUGE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7AnmFQN31c/Tjbks5uDMLI/AAAAAAAAEwU/Ms23PaJtLXE/s1600/IMG_0079%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943443760099506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7AnmFQN31c/Tjbks5uDMLI/AAAAAAAAEwU/Ms23PaJtLXE/s400/IMG_0079%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and out little man waiting on their TV dinner. It was one of the dinner themes of the trip, topped off with a TV trivia night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OILXwXmiwI/TjbkO3m1oWI/AAAAAAAAEwM/G9yxvOn15BE/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635942927796904290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OILXwXmiwI/TjbkO3m1oWI/AAAAAAAAEwM/G9yxvOn15BE/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hanging&lt;/span&gt; out on the deck. It was where we spent most of our mornings since we were up about 4 hours before the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Hu3v3FLsM/TjbkOARLzXI/AAAAAAAAEwE/5R97prDOoe8/s1600/IMG_0092%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635942912942132594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Hu3v3FLsM/TjbkOARLzXI/AAAAAAAAEwE/5R97prDOoe8/s400/IMG_0092%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off my TV dinner with my Uncle Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYaUfDIXoO4/TjbkNZsmkSI/AAAAAAAAEv8/XEQuv4yJmDA/s1600/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635942902588150050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYaUfDIXoO4/TjbkNZsmkSI/AAAAAAAAEv8/XEQuv4yJmDA/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We somehow rigged this LONG table so we could all eat together. Some of our dinners included a seafood boil, TV dinner night, Italian, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; in July. The dinners are always the highlight of the day but this year the after dinner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; were much anticipated. They included a intense &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nertz&lt;/span&gt; tournament, TV trivia night, and decorating the Christmas Tree with homemade "memory" ornaments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VM_xhNbXbeo/TjbkMn93pmI/AAAAAAAAEv0/t7YP7jbupwE/s1600/IMG_6680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635942889238799970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VM_xhNbXbeo/TjbkMn93pmI/AAAAAAAAEv0/t7YP7jbupwE/s400/IMG_6680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; working on tummy time. They spent a lot of time together on the play mat and were often rolling over on each other, holding hands, or kicking one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjlQs1gMOPc/TjbkL8UmXXI/AAAAAAAAEvs/Y5SjyVD2PN0/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635942877522976114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjlQs1gMOPc/TjbkL8UmXXI/AAAAAAAAEvs/Y5SjyVD2PN0/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, we spent most of our time enjoying the lake so stay tuned for some pretty darn cute kids in their bathing suits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5544019367802562458?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5544019367802562458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5544019367802562458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5544019367802562458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5544019367802562458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/heil-reunion-2011.html' title='Heil Reunion 2011'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQNRgq-Vehk/TjblGTBW5GI/AAAAAAAAExc/WT0-bIjilsM/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8319647444961420893</id><published>2011-07-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:38:34.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden is 4 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMTAqQ8BJc/TimBhm3diLI/AAAAAAAAEvk/sGnRVQ89TrE/s1600/CIMG0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW! Our little man is 4 months old! We are STILL trying to figure this guy out and he sure has made our lives interesting, but Brayden has brought us so much joy. I often have to stop and focus on the things that I love about him. To us, he has the best (and biggest) smile, he is so good when we are out and about (which we do A LOT), he loves to cuddle and be held, and he sure is a talker, to name a few. We are excited to see what the next few months will bring...hopefully less crying/screaming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ywXYlOGPm0/TiDoLJZqioI/AAAAAAAAEs0/LTwgjhHXvZM/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754812412889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ywXYlOGPm0/TiDoLJZqioI/AAAAAAAAEs0/LTwgjhHXvZM/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 months Brayden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eats about 5 times a day, each bottle holding 6-7 oz. I still have to supplement and his bottles usually hold about two oz of formula. I am still pumping for many reasons but mostly because he never has been a good eater and I would have to pump anyway after to give him the rest that he wouldn't eat (plus the extra formula) and to up my supply which hasn't really helped (still get 4 oz each time). I am now also feeding him a 6 oz bottle at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;now loves to grab his feet with his hands. He is always pulling up his legs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is still is in 1 diapers and they are not getting any smaller and wear 3-6 month clothes perfectly. I think he is going to be that kid that wears the size that he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;still loves to stand and loves to sit. We are working on building up those abs so he can sit by himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfl1TYwfXtc/TiDn5jR7_sI/AAAAAAAAEsM/WLvluGJZPhs/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754510122155714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfl1TYwfXtc/TiDn5jR7_sI/AAAAAAAAEsM/WLvluGJZPhs/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;gets bored easily and needs to move around so we brought out his jumper and his exosaucer and seems to like them....for five-ten minutes at a time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fk2d7LL1Itg/TiDoKzP3j1I/AAAAAAAAEss/LJ5YrmTkSdU/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754806466219858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fk2d7LL1Itg/TiDoKzP3j1I/AAAAAAAAEss/LJ5YrmTkSdU/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhZrOqWiPoU/TiDoKbdW2ZI/AAAAAAAAEsk/GfQwMQ_DBr4/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754800080345490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhZrOqWiPoU/TiDoKbdW2ZI/AAAAAAAAEsk/GfQwMQ_DBr4/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip7NFD-d92o/TiDn6n4BC4I/AAAAAAAAEsc/2j2JTFHOc2Y/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754528535481218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip7NFD-d92o/TiDn6n4BC4I/AAAAAAAAEsc/2j2JTFHOc2Y/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is still not a sleeper. He still wakes up multiple times a night and is not the best napper. Some days he will take really good naps and some days he will just catnap. He seems to nap the best when out and about in his car seat and in the car. He likes to keep us on our toes at night and has no pattern. Sometimes he goes back to sleep easily and sometimes he is restless. He usually wakes up in the 5s and Jonathan is his best friend during this time. He still likes to be swaddled and sometimes rolls over in his crib and can't roll back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves his brother and is pretty tolerant up to a point. I can't wait till they can play together!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOyc007biGQ/TiD4SywBOoI/AAAAAAAAEs8/Qh3vtw7z-ck/s1600/CIMG0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629772535957633666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOyc007biGQ/TiD4SywBOoI/AAAAAAAAEs8/Qh3vtw7z-ck/s400/CIMG0350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a pretty skinny guy. When will we see those rolls? or will we ever? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754521055324802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1TcwXxJ2WQ/TiDn6MAm6oI/AAAAAAAAEsU/Nzavk4LTePQ/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves to be held. He used to just cry all the time, but now if he is held (usually facing outward or on my hip) he is happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he likes to be on his tummy and is pretty good at it. He does mini push ups and his head is super strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he always puts his hand up to his face when he eats or is falling asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMTAqQ8BJc/TimBhm3diLI/AAAAAAAAEvk/sGnRVQ89TrE/s1600/CIMG0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632175223372351666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMTAqQ8BJc/TimBhm3diLI/AAAAAAAAEvk/sGnRVQ89TrE/s400/CIMG0359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;when put on his back usually rolls to his side, arches his back, strains his neck back and usually rolls over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brayden loves to put his hands in his mouth. Could he be teething? He is also a drooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he has lost most of his red hair. Will it come back red? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gczo0Ip0r0w/TiDn5cNaFZI/AAAAAAAAEsE/VsOkD5Sw2ZM/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754508224107922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gczo0Ip0r0w/TiDn5cNaFZI/AAAAAAAAEsE/VsOkD5Sw2ZM/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;giggles! His brother makes him laugh the hardest, but if you catch him in the right mood, he will give you a good belly laugh...usually if you sing to him or tickle him by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brayden grabs at his toys all the time and really likes to kick the sides of his playmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will always give anyone a smile if you smile at him. If he hadn't see me for a few minutes and sees me again he gives me the biggest smile! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE THIS KID?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z-j6qQ3WOY/TiDn4ziSb6I/AAAAAAAAEr8/IlcOGbQ6zrc/s1600/CIMG0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629754497305833378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z-j6qQ3WOY/TiDn4ziSb6I/AAAAAAAAEr8/IlcOGbQ6zrc/s400/CIMG0346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5499211577901145572-8319647444961420893?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8319647444961420893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8319647444961420893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8319647444961420893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8319647444961420893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/brayden-is-4-months-old.html' title='Brayden is 4 months old!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ywXYlOGPm0/TiDoLJZqioI/AAAAAAAAEs0/LTwgjhHXvZM/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-6098994485336881050</id><published>2011-07-20T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:55:44.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Learned</title><content type='html'>I have now been a mother of two for four LONG months. It has been the most challenging four months of my lifetime. It was nothing like I expected. I thought I had this mother thing down. I thought that I could EASILY handle two kids, boy was I wrong. I was so wrong. These past four months I learned that Jackson eased us into parenthood. Jackson had an easygoing temperament. He made any transition seem easy. He was overall a happy baby and we were happy parents. We thought we could handle two...piece of cake. We could have, if we had another easy going baby, but God had different plans. He gave us Brayden and over the past four months we have learned that he couldn't be more different. Let me just say, I am so glad he is different. I want my boys to be different and their own person but he is sure challenging. It's four months down the line and we STILL can't figure out this kid. I know that we will, but at the moment this "phase" seems never ending. It will get better and we will figure each other out, but it is just so hard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past few months, Brayden has taught me so many things. The biggest being that I was so judgmental and I was SO wrong for being this way. As a parent of an easy going baby, I thought I was literally the best mother in the world. I could get my baby to sleep whenever I wanted him to, I used my "expert" mothering skills to get him to sleep through the night at two months and on a napping schedule at 4 months, no more pacifier-no problem, moving to a big boy bed-no problem. I felt like I was always meant to be a mother, and why not? Look at what I could get my son to do and do so easily. I was so judgmental of parents who couldn't parent as well as me. Your kid doesn't sleep through the night? Your kid still uses a pacifier? You don't have your kid on a napping schedule? I was so critical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am THAT mother. I can't get my son to sleep, ever. He naps when he wants and doesn't go down without a fight. He naps the best in his car seat in the car and wakes up to any and all noises. He cries most of the day and wants to be held all day. And even though I tried my best, he is horrible at breastfeeding. Everything that I was SO good at doing with Jackson, I totally suck at with Brayden. It frustrates me beyond belief but it has taught me to be more humble, to not judge other parents because, more often than not, they are trying their best. It is just the temperament of their child. So for everyone that I previously judged, I am sorry. This second time around, I am a new mother all over and have learned so much. I have learned that even though you try so hard to make things right, you sometimes just need to let it be, give in and let it take its course. This is so unbelievably hard for me since I thrive on schedules and control and, above all, SLEEP. We are going on 18 weeks of 4-6 hours of broken sleep at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to Brayden's 4 month appointment. It was so reassuring to hear that he is behaving like a typical 4 month old. As hard as it is not to compare, Brayden is surrounded by so many good babies, Jackson being one of them. So hearing that Brayden is the normal 4 month old, and all these good babies are the exception to the rule, makes life a little more bearable. As typical as Brayden might be, it is hard and I would not wish this "typical" behavior on any parent. So I celebrate those who have great babies, Jackson being one of them. We were lucky to have at least one happy, easy baby and with that, it has made Brayden's first four months a little better. I know it is nothing that I am doing or not doing that is making Brayden the way he is. It is just the way he is. He is feisty. (Maybe it's the red hair) At least I know that he will grow up and not let anyone push him around-he is one determined little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Brayden I had a lot of empty time in my day that needed to be filled, and believe me, it has been filled. It is overflowing. As crazy as my days (and nights) are, they are also overflowing with love. As much as I hate the crying and hate the lack of sleep, I love Brayden. He has the best smile and every time he flashes that toothless, dimpled grin, I melt and it makes it all worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always heard that parenting will be the hardest thing you will do in your life. Before Brayden, I wasn't so sure. Jackson was easy. Now, however, I agree. But I also agree with the rest of the statement when they say it is the most rewarding. Jackson and Brayden have taught me so much about myself and over the past four months I have learned to not be so judgmental of others, to be more patient than I ever have been in my lifetime, to survive on so little sleep, that it is ok to accept help from others, and that my husband is the absolute perfect person for me. Without Brayden I would have never learned this. So even in his young age, he has taught me so much. Life is hard but without the struggles, the good times would never seem so good and you will not grow as a person. So thank you little son for being yourself. You have actually made me a better parent than I have ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-6098994485336881050?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6098994485336881050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=6098994485336881050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6098994485336881050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/6098994485336881050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-ive-learned.html' title='What I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361107792854968562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-2937829628585341335</id><published>2011-07-20T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:49:10.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's 4 month stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs13TJgEeek/TidmMnmA_9I/AAAAAAAAEvc/s4jmcRusD_c/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582226022989778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs13TJgEeek/TidmMnmA_9I/AAAAAAAAEvc/s4jmcRusD_c/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; to his 4 month doctors appointment today. We still have a baby that doesn't sleep so we are going to try a few different things....a bottle in the middle of the night instead of nursing, crying it out a bit, different formula, and some cereal! She also suggests that we not swaddle him anymore, but we aren't too sure about that but it is good to know that since he is rolling both ways &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; the risks of SIDS decreases dramatically. So, pretty much Dr. Lynch told me that my expectations are too high for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and he sounds like a typical 4 month old. Feed him a little more during the night and she seems to think that we might get 3-4 more hours out of him after that. Otherwise he is looking great and got three shots today, crying during them all. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 14lb 13 oz (50%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSTO2xxriBs/TidmLxmO3oI/AAAAAAAAEvM/PVjYzJXhy6U/s1600/braydenweight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582211528384130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSTO2xxriBs/TidmLxmO3oI/AAAAAAAAEvM/PVjYzJXhy6U/s400/braydenweight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 26 1/4 (90%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Head: 16.5 in (50%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mY5lRrgxSWU/TidmLWx6GzI/AAAAAAAAEvE/EF5_AU6OgHE/s1600/braydenheight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582204329597746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mY5lRrgxSWU/TidmLWx6GzI/AAAAAAAAEvE/EF5_AU6OgHE/s400/braydenheight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is our tall, skinny, smiley boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hVfKkdvTEI/TidmMZYYUfI/AAAAAAAAEvU/Tww6MKoB_vM/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582222207701490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hVfKkdvTEI/TidmMZYYUfI/AAAAAAAAEvU/Tww6MKoB_vM/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; 4 month update in two days!!!!&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/5499211577901145572-2937829628585341335?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2937829628585341335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=2937829628585341335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2937829628585341335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/2937829628585341335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/braydens-4-month-stats.html' title='Brayden&apos;s 4 month stats'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs13TJgEeek/TidmMnmA_9I/AAAAAAAAEvc/s4jmcRusD_c/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-8376887915652339207</id><published>2011-07-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:48:00.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Logan Foley Connelly</title><content type='html'>Sunday, July 17 Logan Foley Connelly was Baptized. Ryan and I were the lucky two that were honored to be his Godparents. He was the perfect baby the whole service. Not making a peep until everything was about over, though we did almost have a diaper disaster, but Mark came to the resucue with a record diaper change right there on the pew. Everyone then went back to the Connellys to celebrate Logans Baptism and Averys 4th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Foley family with Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feKcl3oet0s/TiOTPfG2GfI/AAAAAAAAEu0/2ac1Gzawf_s/s1600/IMG_9992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630505853400783346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feKcl3oet0s/TiOTPfG2GfI/AAAAAAAAEu0/2ac1Gzawf_s/s400/IMG_9992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan with all his parents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czEeQsRoEyI/TiORgAsSkzI/AAAAAAAAEus/t9mywhaCScY/s1600/IMG_9981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503938270860082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czEeQsRoEyI/TiORgAsSkzI/AAAAAAAAEus/t9mywhaCScY/s400/IMG_9981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uaz_a7_Fx5o/TiORfxUOswI/AAAAAAAAEuk/qdix_4CPiNM/s1600/IMG_9984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503934143410946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uaz_a7_Fx5o/TiORfxUOswI/AAAAAAAAEuk/qdix_4CPiNM/s400/IMG_9984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godparents and Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9BCQNUq7U/TiORfN-qMMI/AAAAAAAAEuU/vCWMsgtj6IM/s1600/IMG_9987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503924657696962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9BCQNUq7U/TiORfN-qMMI/AAAAAAAAEuU/vCWMsgtj6IM/s400/IMG_9987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Connelly kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate, Avery, Logan and Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_OrlLiiWpc/TiORe59JkPI/AAAAAAAAEuM/hpVDn-KZvAE/s1600/IMG_9991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503919282655474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_OrlLiiWpc/TiORe59JkPI/AAAAAAAAEuM/hpVDn-KZvAE/s400/IMG_9991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dissapointing Women's World Cup game, we headed over to Tyler Uberts 2nd birthday party. Jackson had so much fun running around and playing that all I got was this one picture of the two trouble makers eating their BLUE cupcakes. They are such buddies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEwO9YfndX0/TiOTxyagieI/AAAAAAAAEu8/93pVv6O8vCg/s1600/IMG_9993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630506442699082210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEwO9YfndX0/TiOTxyagieI/AAAAAAAAEu8/93pVv6O8vCg/s400/IMG_9993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phew! What a day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-8376887915652339207?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8376887915652339207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=8376887915652339207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8376887915652339207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/8376887915652339207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-bless-logan-foley-connelly.html' title='God Bless Logan Foley Connelly'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feKcl3oet0s/TiOTPfG2GfI/AAAAAAAAEu0/2ac1Gzawf_s/s72-c/IMG_9992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-4142981881012318064</id><published>2011-07-17T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:47:21.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Can Be</title><content type='html'>Every year (well, almost) John and Janet throw a great party at their house....Life Can Be. This years Life Can Be party was Marvel themed. As always, we enjoyed ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Captain Underpants and kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzK1Wy0xWLw/TiOOXsRrYjI/AAAAAAAAEuE/ThNbdRVZkqY/s1600/IMG_9976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630500496816693810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzK1Wy0xWLw/TiOOXsRrYjI/AAAAAAAAEuE/ThNbdRVZkqY/s400/IMG_9976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; showing off his first pair of underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IMUNxnRY8o/TiOOXC3BsuI/AAAAAAAAEt8/sPDzAQHJMqs/s1600/IMG_9978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630500485699056354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IMUNxnRY8o/TiOOXC3BsuI/AAAAAAAAEt8/sPDzAQHJMqs/s400/IMG_9978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenny and Ryan made all the kids their shirts. They were ADORABLE. Each shirt had their number in the cousin lineup and "Captain (insert kid name)." What a good looking gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-7p4nJOmaM/TiOOWwgytfI/AAAAAAAAEt0/Ry9dZYv7wFw/s1600/IMG_9980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630500480773961202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-7p4nJOmaM/TiOOWwgytfI/AAAAAAAAEt0/Ry9dZYv7wFw/s400/IMG_9980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-4142981881012318064?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4142981881012318064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=4142981881012318064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4142981881012318064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4142981881012318064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-can-be.html' title='Life Can Be'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzK1Wy0xWLw/TiOOXsRrYjI/AAAAAAAAEuE/ThNbdRVZkqY/s72-c/IMG_9976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5790416880840665267</id><published>2011-07-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:23:42.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES!!!</title><content type='html'>We got Jackson's 2 year pictures and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; 3 month pictures taken today. I think they turned out pretty good considering what happened behind the scenes. Jonathan was gone today and thinking back I don't know what I was thinking when planning pictures when I was a single mom, so I got my dad to come and help me out. THANK GOD! The day started very interesting since 20 minutes before we left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; decided to poop exploded his picture outfit. I was not going to put him in a different outfit so I quickly hand washed his shirt and then threw it in the dryer. When it was time to go, it wasn't quite dry so what do you do? Throw Brayden in his car seat with just a diaper and hang the shirt outside your window on the ride over! That was just the beginning. Jackson wasn't having the photos and neither was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden, especially&lt;/span&gt; when they tried to put him in any sitting/back position, which was pretty much all they wanted to do. Luckily I could get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; to smile but even with cookie and sucker bribes Jackson just loved to bring out his terrible twos. Let me just tell you, it was fun. Then we had to sit down and pick the pictures which took about 40 minutes and thankfully my dad kept Jackson busy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; magically fell asleep on my shoulder. So we ended on a good note and I think we got a few good shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson was the most excited when we offered for him to hold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; on his lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRQgSRovWzY/TiImnVF4TNI/AAAAAAAAEts/6MFszQAf9CQ/s1600/0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630104941285100754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRQgSRovWzY/TiImnVF4TNI/AAAAAAAAEts/6MFszQAf9CQ/s400/0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrS7s7s4lzM/TiImiCOqy6I/AAAAAAAAEtk/14b9WPCqazI/s1600/0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630104850322344866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrS7s7s4lzM/TiImiCOqy6I/AAAAAAAAEtk/14b9WPCqazI/s400/0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so proud! This one is my dad's favorite. He calls him King Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJVzXLsfzlA/TiImhwS5QtI/AAAAAAAAEtc/J5huycqkJBQ/s1600/0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630104845508231890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJVzXLsfzlA/TiImhwS5QtI/AAAAAAAAEtc/J5huycqkJBQ/s400/0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2xshFi-DQs/TiImhXH16bI/AAAAAAAAEtU/Gf0IU84kIQA/s1600/0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630104838750988722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2xshFi-DQs/TiImhXH16bI/AAAAAAAAEtU/Gf0IU84kIQA/s400/0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xbuo0aKDjc/TiImg8Cmf5I/AAAAAAAAEtM/7grKyN0nG9c/s1600/0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630104831481249682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xbuo0aKDjc/TiImg8Cmf5I/AAAAAAAAEtM/7grKyN0nG9c/s400/0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIeao2bSDAs/TiImgh7ar5I/AAAAAAAAEtE/adqZVg7kF1g/s1600/0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630104824471793554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIeao2bSDAs/TiImgh7ar5I/AAAAAAAAEtE/adqZVg7kF1g/s400/0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5499211577901145572-5790416880840665267?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5790416880840665267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5790416880840665267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5790416880840665267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5790416880840665267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures.html' title='PICTURES!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRQgSRovWzY/TiImnVF4TNI/AAAAAAAAEts/6MFszQAf9CQ/s72-c/0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-4124970633028945675</id><published>2011-07-08T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:48:42.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new comparison...</title><content type='html'>I LOVE, LOVE to compare pictures of the two boys. I just don't know if they look alike or totally different. I go back and forth daily. Today when I got home I looked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; sleeping in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; brought me back to a memory of Jackson looking just the same. So I snapped the picture of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and searched for Jack's picture. They funny thing about it, and I have said this all along, is that Jackson was SOOOOO much bigger than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; @ 15 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa9QEy8Gh84/ThdCDN7LlFI/AAAAAAAAEr0/ig_VnBy1hog/s1600/IMG_9969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627038882467648594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa9QEy8Gh84/ThdCDN7LlFI/AAAAAAAAEr0/ig_VnBy1hog/s400/IMG_9969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson @ 6 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and he looks so much bigger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4DsGnqib9c/ThdCCg_3KHI/AAAAAAAAErs/ZZMXfs8goM4/s1600/IMG_5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627038870407686258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4DsGnqib9c/ThdCCg_3KHI/AAAAAAAAErs/ZZMXfs8goM4/s400/IMG_5489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alike or different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-4124970633028945675?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4124970633028945675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=4124970633028945675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4124970633028945675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4124970633028945675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-comparison.html' title='A new comparison...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa9QEy8Gh84/ThdCDN7LlFI/AAAAAAAAEr0/ig_VnBy1hog/s72-c/IMG_9969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-3315569810265051295</id><published>2011-07-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:58:34.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I love 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July! I don't know what it is but to me, it's one magical holiday. We spent the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; up in the UP this year in the little town by our cabin, Alpha. If you drive through this town you would guess that about 100 people actually live there, but there was quite a turnout for their celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and me in my usual red 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July dress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5d9wqlutgoM/ThYECGJAdlI/AAAAAAAAErk/4RLItEWAOik/s1600/IMG_9944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626689218500654674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5d9wqlutgoM/ThYECGJAdlI/AAAAAAAAErk/4RLItEWAOik/s400/IMG_9944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Jackson, Gigi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBHgWPgz9-c/ThYEBaGmNPI/AAAAAAAAErc/VP0QH3bR-Kk/s1600/IMG_9946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626689206679385330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBHgWPgz9-c/ThYEBaGmNPI/AAAAAAAAErc/VP0QH3bR-Kk/s400/IMG_9946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the parade to start. Jackson loved to run and snatch up the candy. It was the perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;length &lt;/span&gt;for a parade. Short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijtGAzfBOSY/ThYDqEYZKvI/AAAAAAAAErM/19x6no__t-U/s1600/IMG_9929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688805711457010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijtGAzfBOSY/ThYDqEYZKvI/AAAAAAAAErM/19x6no__t-U/s400/IMG_9929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hillbilly of a baby. He fit right in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually bought this for Jackson's first 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but ended up having him wear a different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't find the one that Jackson actually wore so we had to resort to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sleeveless&lt;/span&gt; look, but it turned out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACntHX7HLcI/ThYDpnUysgI/AAAAAAAAErE/sImgoA1QA6Q/s1600/IMG_9935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688797911724546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACntHX7HLcI/ThYDpnUysgI/AAAAAAAAErE/sImgoA1QA6Q/s400/IMG_9935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, the town fed everyone free ice cream and Cracker Jacks. Jackson ate his on the bleachers while watching what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqqYo1MfMyo/ThYDpB-8qJI/AAAAAAAAEq8/ThWs8rIhvys/s1600/IMG_9937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688787887990930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqqYo1MfMyo/ThYDpB-8qJI/AAAAAAAAEq8/ThWs8rIhvys/s400/IMG_9937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....a cow pooping. The town had a raffle where you buy a big square on the baseball field and if the cow poops in your square you win $3000! It was quite boring and we don't know who won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83KLuR5XNJc/ThYDos5sajI/AAAAAAAAEq0/ECBRHq0apqk/s1600/IMG_9939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688782228810290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83KLuR5XNJc/ThYDos5sajI/AAAAAAAAEq0/ECBRHq0apqk/s400/IMG_9939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Jackson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa and Jackson checking out the cow....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DHkO_2kOkM/ThYDNDkdMuI/AAAAAAAAEqs/3h5qw8khOSQ/s1600/IMG_9942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688307277411042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DHkO_2kOkM/ThYDNDkdMuI/AAAAAAAAEqs/3h5qw8khOSQ/s400/IMG_9942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...while Gigi entertained &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFP9PtiorM/ThYDMtyX_ZI/AAAAAAAAEqk/3dllQ7i4Fec/s1600/IMG_9941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688301430209938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFP9PtiorM/ThYDMtyX_ZI/AAAAAAAAEqk/3dllQ7i4Fec/s400/IMG_9941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jackson decided to sit back, relax and eat some Cracker Jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8g7jlz_QN9w/ThYDMcGOvyI/AAAAAAAAEqc/4OHKBYvNpH8/s1600/IMG_9948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688296681652002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8g7jlz_QN9w/ThYDMcGOvyI/AAAAAAAAEqc/4OHKBYvNpH8/s400/IMG_9948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the coin scramble and Jackson was having nothing to do with it. We decided that it was because there was only nickels and he wanted quarters. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXaBlxCef10/ThYDL81TZSI/AAAAAAAAEqU/9sqiGLUWUPg/s1600/IMG_9950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688288289154338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXaBlxCef10/ThYDL81TZSI/AAAAAAAAEqU/9sqiGLUWUPg/s400/IMG_9950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; just hung out most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRURLXQnd_c/ThYDLBwFm-I/AAAAAAAAEqM/LcRVo0_GiNY/s1600/IMG_9953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688272429587426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRURLXQnd_c/ThYDLBwFm-I/AAAAAAAAEqM/LcRVo0_GiNY/s400/IMG_9953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we ate some brats and Jackson made some friends. They played chase and ran around for a good 45 min. They also liked to climb on the water tower and we have a little felon on our hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QE-GCmN0Cg/ThYCvx1aZoI/AAAAAAAAEqE/ORPGzlwvtKI/s1600/IMG_9962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626687804300486274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QE-GCmN0Cg/ThYCvx1aZoI/AAAAAAAAEqE/ORPGzlwvtKI/s400/IMG_9962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down for some fireworks. They didn't start till 10 and with Alpha being the small town that it is, they set off about 5 fireworks and then then is a two minute lull for them to reload and then it repeats all over. By 1030 they were still going and we still have to drive the 6 hours home so we took off. It was a great ending to a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMRRTb4ZwpE/ThYCvW7uErI/AAAAAAAAEp8/qivmZu2mvME/s1600/IMG_9964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626687797079184050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMRRTb4ZwpE/ThYCvW7uErI/AAAAAAAAEp8/qivmZu2mvME/s400/IMG_9964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson actually liked the fireworks. There was a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preshow&lt;/span&gt; going on all around us so by the time the real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt; started he was used to them and kinda bored of them and really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaDFnaBDubk/ThYCreZptVI/AAAAAAAAEp0/TGQXM_DQ5Kg/s1600/IMG_9965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626687730364298578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaDFnaBDubk/ThYCreZptVI/AAAAAAAAEp0/TGQXM_DQ5Kg/s400/IMG_9965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not often that Jonathan and I get a picture together, so a blurry one will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m5r3eyRXcM/ThYCoAyT71I/AAAAAAAAEpk/19r852S0i3g/s1600/IMG_9966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626687670875058002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5m5r3eyRXcM/ThYCoAyT71I/AAAAAAAAEpk/19r852S0i3g/s400/IMG_9966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****If you didn't see the deck post, check out below to see the awesome deck my dad and Jonathan built!**** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-3315569810265051295?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3315569810265051295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=3315569810265051295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3315569810265051295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/3315569810265051295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5d9wqlutgoM/ThYECGJAdlI/AAAAAAAAErk/4RLItEWAOik/s72-c/IMG_9944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-5277463058771984120</id><published>2011-07-07T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T05:10:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deck</title><content type='html'>My dad and Jonathan rebuilt the deck when we were up north the past weekend. My dad worked hard on the the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;predeck&lt;/span&gt; work before we got up there, working most days for 6-8 hours and then when we got there Jonathan and my dad worked pretty much all day Friday and Saturday. But they got it done and it looks pretty professional! Way to go guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worker bees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson was ALWAYS so interested in what my dad and Jonathan "were doing" and always wanted to "do it too." He even brought up some of his very own tools to help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gibzJq22oKk/ThWgAj7DNfI/AAAAAAAAEpc/ogTclAYgbTk/s1600/IMG_9861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626579240972662258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gibzJq22oKk/ThWgAj7DNfI/AAAAAAAAEpc/ogTclAYgbTk/s400/IMG_9861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr8EHRwl558/ThWf_0vfMCI/AAAAAAAAEpU/iqFMBgRn2BE/s1600/IMG_9862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626579228307697698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr8EHRwl558/ThWf_0vfMCI/AAAAAAAAEpU/iqFMBgRn2BE/s400/IMG_9862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSjxHgzJ1Ng/ThWf_MUbL7I/AAAAAAAAEpM/4Azj5uaroes/s1600/IMG_9865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626579217456770994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mSjxHgzJ1Ng/ThWf_MUbL7I/AAAAAAAAEpM/4Azj5uaroes/s400/IMG_9865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out on the deck. It used to be only big enough to stand out on but now we can put chairs on it and actually hang out out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOyP-VDSpbE/ThWfqvaMGwI/AAAAAAAAEpE/qQCaEpISJ2g/s1600/IMG_9871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626578866098936578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOyP-VDSpbE/ThWfqvaMGwI/AAAAAAAAEpE/qQCaEpISJ2g/s400/IMG_9871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; thinks his dad and Papa did a pretty darn good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5oTv4OsNYc/ThWfp8hP29I/AAAAAAAAEo8/r3LR_yj1sK8/s1600/IMG_9872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626578852438334418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5oTv4OsNYc/ThWfp8hP29I/AAAAAAAAEo8/r3LR_yj1sK8/s400/IMG_9872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJk-3_GhAaM/ThWfpToWdQI/AAAAAAAAEo0/Z_Lv5Y6zv6M/s1600/IMG_9957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626578841462273282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJk-3_GhAaM/ThWfpToWdQI/AAAAAAAAEo0/Z_Lv5Y6zv6M/s400/IMG_9957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little closer view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kBqI_MZFyY/ThWfot5waGI/AAAAAAAAEos/vioCRZulAJM/s1600/IMG_9958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626578831334729826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kBqI_MZFyY/ThWfot5waGI/AAAAAAAAEos/vioCRZulAJM/s400/IMG_9958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZWWpVv6In4/ThWfnkZSljI/AAAAAAAAEok/NCGBAr5mZQg/s1600/IMG_9959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626578811602769458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZWWpVv6In4/ThWfnkZSljI/AAAAAAAAEok/NCGBAr5mZQg/s400/IMG_9959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great job guys! We can't wait to enjoy it for many more years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-5277463058771984120?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5277463058771984120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=5277463058771984120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5277463058771984120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/5277463058771984120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/deck.html' title='The Deck'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gibzJq22oKk/ThWgAj7DNfI/AAAAAAAAEpc/ogTclAYgbTk/s72-c/IMG_9861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-4328119699240974222</id><published>2011-07-05T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:39:58.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Vacation</title><content type='html'>We took a little trip up north to the UP of Michigan to my parents cabin. It was our first dive with two kids and it went great! The drive didn't seem long at all...about 6 hrs going up and 5 coming back (we made it in record time!). We drove both legs at night so they both slept. Well, I take that back. Jackson stayed awake watching movies till 10:15 on the way up there and then we arrived at the cabin about 30 min later. But on the way home they both slept since we didn't leave until 10:30pm when the fireworks were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time at the cabin! We were busy but relaxed a lot! Jonathan and my dad rebuilt the deck (post to come) while my mom and I took care of the boys. Jackson took some pretty amazing naps since he was worn out from playing outside all day. I really want to go back but Jonathan has a hard time getting away where phones and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; do not work. Maybe I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; first LONG drive. He was ready to go with his cars outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Q6qBGY_TQ/ThMlk15zI_I/AAAAAAAAEoc/NI7wYaUeP_U/s1600/IMG_9857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881674390905842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Q6qBGY_TQ/ThMlk15zI_I/AAAAAAAAEoc/NI7wYaUeP_U/s400/IMG_9857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys in their part of the car. The girls were in the back and we were in the front. Our stuff was pulled in the hitch behind us. It worked out perfectly except we had to take all the stuff off the hitch to get the girls out. So they were stuck until we got there (we didn't make any stops anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGlvFCCKOxs/ThMlke9Um6I/AAAAAAAAEoU/CxRMehnxKxo/s1600/IMG_9860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881668231666594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGlvFCCKOxs/ThMlke9Um6I/AAAAAAAAEoU/CxRMehnxKxo/s400/IMG_9860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took a trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chicagon&lt;/span&gt; Lake one day. The lake has a beach, a slide in the water, a diving board, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;playground&lt;/span&gt; and the best part is that you get to lay on grass and don't have to get all sandy. Jackson was moving non stop and only sat down when we took an ice cream break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWkjtwxYTfA/ThMljvcmZfI/AAAAAAAAEoM/EmksBkZ7tyA/s1600/IMG_9891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881655477954034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWkjtwxYTfA/ThMljvcmZfI/AAAAAAAAEoM/EmksBkZ7tyA/s400/IMG_9891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking in the water with dad!&lt;br /&gt;The water was about waist height for Jackson so he got some freedom to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_GB7iXheMk/ThMljegS9GI/AAAAAAAAEoE/KjxDSM98V20/s1600/IMG_9896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881650930054242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_GB7iXheMk/ThMljegS9GI/AAAAAAAAEoE/KjxDSM98V20/s400/IMG_9896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't so sure about the slide. We pretty much had to push him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAJNP5i-Tu8/ThMli-M6dtI/AAAAAAAAEn8/i0w27_eelSg/s1600/IMG_9899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881642258822866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAJNP5i-Tu8/ThMli-M6dtI/AAAAAAAAEn8/i0w27_eelSg/s400/IMG_9899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaPziqE1O3Q/ThMlE5SkUnI/AAAAAAAAEn0/BtFZACIM5Tk/s1600/IMG_9907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881125544284786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaPziqE1O3Q/ThMlE5SkUnI/AAAAAAAAEn0/BtFZACIM5Tk/s400/IMG_9907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0Nk6VKvdo8/ThMlEJVVEZI/AAAAAAAAEns/w4B5KISkUDY/s1600/IMG_9904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881112670966162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0Nk6VKvdo8/ThMlEJVVEZI/AAAAAAAAEns/w4B5KISkUDY/s400/IMG_9904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Gigi took Jackson for a ride in their floats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZNklnxUkyE/ThMlDkzGX9I/AAAAAAAAEnk/pfylbnKaqWk/s1600/IMG_9916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881102863720402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZNklnxUkyE/ThMlDkzGX9I/AAAAAAAAEnk/pfylbnKaqWk/s400/IMG_9916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Gigi went for a walk and picked some wildflowers for me! Such a sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddQlMZCFXWA/ThMlDDnrZnI/AAAAAAAAEnc/yDSaP_ywa24/s1600/IMG_9890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881093957445234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddQlMZCFXWA/ThMlDDnrZnI/AAAAAAAAEnc/yDSaP_ywa24/s400/IMG_9890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson wanted to do everything Jonathan did....even the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-TJKItgzW0/ThMlCaW7GDI/AAAAAAAAEnU/1JMgWVKNIA0/s1600/IMG_9876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625881082881316914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-TJKItgzW0/ThMlCaW7GDI/AAAAAAAAEnU/1JMgWVKNIA0/s400/IMG_9876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loved to take boat rides. It's pretty much all he talked about the whole trip. That and fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qt3RO2cMOE/ThMkTHCH_BI/AAAAAAAAEnM/Vr4pchhMzlI/s1600/IMG_9869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625880270239955986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qt3RO2cMOE/ThMkTHCH_BI/AAAAAAAAEnM/Vr4pchhMzlI/s400/IMG_9869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our new deck. Jackson was out on the boat with Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zM90XyPXn1g/ThMkSjjElHI/AAAAAAAAEnE/MKEsdY4Znw4/s1600/IMG_9880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625880260714468466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zM90XyPXn1g/ThMkSjjElHI/AAAAAAAAEnE/MKEsdY4Znw4/s400/IMG_9880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson also couldn't stop talking about going fishing! I think he caught something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKK99Pnl5w0/ThMkR7XMIeI/AAAAAAAAEm8/P9z64ensuf8/s1600/IMG_9954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625880249927213538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKK99Pnl5w0/ThMkR7XMIeI/AAAAAAAAEm8/P9z64ensuf8/s400/IMG_9954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. I would cast and Jackson would reel it in. We didn't catch anything. Probably since we went fishing in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCGvHCmtB_A/ThMkQ2K-p2I/AAAAAAAAEm0/cuYWJun64eE/s1600/IMG_9955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625880231353952098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCGvHCmtB_A/ThMkQ2K-p2I/AAAAAAAAEm0/cuYWJun64eE/s400/IMG_9955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some fishing with his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACWI8DJavlo/ThMkQYZrmbI/AAAAAAAAEms/QPW8N8XI4DA/s1600/IMG_9956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625880223362554290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACWI8DJavlo/ThMkQYZrmbI/AAAAAAAAEms/QPW8N8XI4DA/s400/IMG_9956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499211577901145572-4328119699240974222?l=jjfoleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4328119699240974222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499211577901145572&amp;postID=4328119699240974222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4328119699240974222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499211577901145572/posts/default/4328119699240974222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjfoleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-vacation.html' title='A little Vacation'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04999167262303020536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Q6qBGY_TQ/ThMlk15zI_I/AAAAAAAAEoc/NI7wYaUeP_U/s72-c/IMG_9857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499211577901145572.post-7011310416391312686</id><published>2011-06-30T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:03:23.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cool @ the pool</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned before, we have tried to enjoy some water &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; when the days have been nice but it is so hard to capture some pictures when at the pool. Maybe because I always forget to get out the camera, or maybe it's due to the camera getting wet, or really, it could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I am constantly hold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; while chasing Jackson around preventing him from drowning. There is always something. But today I got one step closer to some pool shots. We went to our local pool, Dolphins Cove, with our neighbors, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rorks&lt;/span&gt;. We all had a really fun time, especially in their awesome sand area. It kept the kids busy and the moms got to sun themselves. Fun for everyone. I had to feed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and while I was feeding him decided to grab the camera since he looked to darn stinking cute in his swim outfit not to capture a picture...or two...or three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stretch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLeAcNR75JU/Tgy4f7Gt5HI/AAAAAAAAEmk/yr_L6_mEMl8/s1600/IMG_9853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624072893260227698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLeAcNR75JU/Tgy4f7Gt5HI/AAAAAAAAEmk/yr_L6_mEMl8/s400/IMG_9853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for the pool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at my smiley kid!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2ruHDQ0e-A/Tgy4fUTRiVI/AAAAAAAAEmc/29yY56KImO4/s1600/IMG_9854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624072882843912530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2ruHDQ0e-A/Tgy4fUTRiVI/AAAAAAAAEmc/29yY56KImO4/s400/IMG_9854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txW_n8y4c6c/Tgy4exR9AMI/AAAAAAAAE
