<?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-7596252603447097805</id><updated>2012-01-03T08:10:43.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jones Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-4409668042660593487</id><published>2011-11-22T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:53:03.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow... thats all i can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQHspVlxroI/TsvsaSyxOqI/AAAAAAAABQ4/X_BO9f60k_E/s1600/DSC00994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQHspVlxroI/TsvsaSyxOqI/AAAAAAAABQ4/X_BO9f60k_E/s320/DSC00994.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;reunion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Flaky Family Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghLxepbG_nI/TsvsdXvlHQI/AAAAAAAABRA/92K5jh1F8TI/s1600/DSC01023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghLxepbG_nI/TsvsdXvlHQI/AAAAAAAABRA/92K5jh1F8TI/s320/DSC01023.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FY1eTIw7InM/TsvsuaicBRI/AAAAAAAABRI/06Kf-EuxGGk/s1600/DSC01045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FY1eTIw7InM/TsvsuaicBRI/AAAAAAAABRI/06Kf-EuxGGk/s320/DSC01045.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o6UjhK3OXs/Tsvs4BjY_mI/AAAAAAAABRQ/bN0-AB6yrvs/s1600/DSC01054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o6UjhK3OXs/Tsvs4BjY_mI/AAAAAAAABRQ/bN0-AB6yrvs/s320/DSC01054.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFGTT7c_1T8/TsvtJsg1KdI/AAAAAAAABRY/fol2ZhKkyrE/s1600/DSC01016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFGTT7c_1T8/TsvtJsg1KdI/AAAAAAAABRY/fol2ZhKkyrE/s320/DSC01016.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueuchWwuyP8/TsvtUvHLctI/AAAAAAAABRg/5Qh0d_Z_yE0/s1600/DSC00991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueuchWwuyP8/TsvtUvHLctI/AAAAAAAABRg/5Qh0d_Z_yE0/s320/DSC00991.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Im feeding Brock thinking I have 5 mins to blog...His rooty&amp;nbsp;tooty toot toot reminds me it will be only 2 mins.&amp;nbsp; So ive decided to post&amp;nbsp;my favorite pictures / moments &amp;nbsp;over the past 3 months... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;August...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkb-VxZJpxE/Tsvun79_tZI/AAAAAAAABRw/erAfCaVsp38/s1600/DSC01165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkb-VxZJpxE/Tsvun79_tZI/AAAAAAAABRw/erAfCaVsp38/s320/DSC01165.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;parade&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wj6m6zz1oaw/Tsvus-JjRpI/AAAAAAAABR4/mF7E1WTIWE0/s1600/DSC01190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wj6m6zz1oaw/Tsvus-JjRpI/AAAAAAAABR4/mF7E1WTIWE0/s320/DSC01190.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;rodeo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V4p7pbrhdbI/Tsvu46p3jaI/AAAAAAAABSA/8bJ3hFQPanE/s1600/DSC01198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V4p7pbrhdbI/Tsvu46p3jaI/AAAAAAAABSA/8bJ3hFQPanE/s320/DSC01198.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag_jeHRQXD0/TsvvgKtjwiI/AAAAAAAABSI/iTwHpaoBMKo/s1600/DSC01225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag_jeHRQXD0/TsvvgKtjwiI/AAAAAAAABSI/iTwHpaoBMKo/s320/DSC01225.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtib-6T8vuk/TsvviogvGKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/KMuE2mr77mA/s1600/DSC01246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtib-6T8vuk/TsvviogvGKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/KMuE2mr77mA/s320/DSC01246.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;trevor wishing he could go to preschool with kobe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbEO9Cm8bCo/TsvvrQ7ReFI/AAAAAAAABSY/MVXuwlFVpyQ/s1600/DSC01255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbEO9Cm8bCo/TsvvrQ7ReFI/AAAAAAAABSY/MVXuwlFVpyQ/s320/DSC01255.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;scrapboook expo usa...as usual leave @ night sleep in chair in get in line by 3am...new experience for my mother-in-law...i think she might even do it again next year !!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNZbLfaLEGw/TsvvuGCZ4MI/AAAAAAAABSg/DlhgIitffcQ/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNZbLfaLEGw/TsvvuGCZ4MI/AAAAAAAABSg/DlhgIitffcQ/s320/DSC01266.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fun to find friends at expo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MC9241UFhY/TsvvwwRvrdI/AAAAAAAABSk/f_RJUxgcf54/s1600/DSC01260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MC9241UFhY/TsvvwwRvrdI/AAAAAAAABSk/f_RJUxgcf54/s320/DSC01260.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glh1ui8SQpM/Tsvv0wPd1bI/AAAAAAAABSw/yrc_VxlKwvw/s1600/DSC01270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glh1ui8SQpM/Tsvv0wPd1bI/AAAAAAAABSw/yrc_VxlKwvw/s320/DSC01270.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8V3CMqt3tAk/Tsvv3ZXmHsI/AAAAAAAABS0/bb3ydBljAAY/s1600/DSC01265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8V3CMqt3tAk/Tsvv3ZXmHsI/AAAAAAAABS0/bb3ydBljAAY/s320/DSC01265.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;winners!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmacOdMkxrw/Tsvv8OujKoI/AAAAAAAABTA/QUYUuNAcnM8/s1600/DSC01275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmacOdMkxrw/Tsvv8OujKoI/AAAAAAAABTA/QUYUuNAcnM8/s320/DSC01275.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaNqmyBdj-I/TsvwVSw7RTI/AAAAAAAABTI/wkzdNg2ay80/s1600/DSC01291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaNqmyBdj-I/TsvwVSw7RTI/AAAAAAAABTI/wkzdNg2ay80/s320/DSC01291.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rgRjC5fzBI/TsvzsprWNQI/AAAAAAAABTg/kocDFsGj2Co/s1600/DSC00951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="480px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rgRjC5fzBI/TsvzsprWNQI/AAAAAAAABTg/kocDFsGj2Co/s640/DSC00951.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;last few days of camping&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KABMIbxA8vM/Tsvzw_2uzJI/AAAAAAAABTo/7gWraoggy_s/s1600/DSC00950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KABMIbxA8vM/Tsvzw_2uzJI/AAAAAAAABTo/7gWraoggy_s/s320/DSC00950.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0MAs8t006c/Tsvz9W5ERuI/AAAAAAAABTw/FCreh1LdRYY/s1600/DSC00963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0MAs8t006c/Tsvz9W5ERuI/AAAAAAAABTw/FCreh1LdRYY/s320/DSC00963.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aauV9-W5vTk/Tsv0AbJKmWI/AAAAAAAABT4/8yv7b3oyBp4/s1600/DSC00961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aauV9-W5vTk/Tsv0AbJKmWI/AAAAAAAABT4/8yv7b3oyBp4/s320/DSC00961.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afkUNUXpaXU/Tsv0njBDDrI/AAAAAAAABUA/VUQmQHD7qZc/s1600/DSC00977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afkUNUXpaXU/Tsv0njBDDrI/AAAAAAAABUA/VUQmQHD7qZc/s320/DSC00977.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1utznnuTAyc/Tsv0q9lyuFI/AAAAAAAABUI/v2QYApag3xI/s1600/DSC01330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="480px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1utznnuTAyc/Tsv0q9lyuFI/AAAAAAAABUI/v2QYApag3xI/s640/DSC01330.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wii had&amp;nbsp; Birthday !!!Kobe turns 5 and Trevor turns 3!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-824hwRGXq1w/Tsv1B3_SwqI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Q5iS8EsgzPE/s1600/DSC01380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-824hwRGXq1w/Tsv1B3_SwqI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Q5iS8EsgzPE/s320/DSC01380.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k6cdbbixV6s/Tsv1SMb-O-I/AAAAAAAABUY/Q7Y16LKKBU8/s1600/DSC01396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k6cdbbixV6s/Tsv1SMb-O-I/AAAAAAAABUY/Q7Y16LKKBU8/s320/DSC01396.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves to take his own pics&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0yinglO7uI/Tsv1mwFUyjI/AAAAAAAABUg/qt_5Xuvjbzo/s1600/DSC01422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="480px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0yinglO7uI/Tsv1mwFUyjI/AAAAAAAABUg/qt_5Xuvjbzo/s640/DSC01422.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;miniture golf 3-D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YV8gcdLci3M/Tsv11qCZe5I/AAAAAAAABUo/rDjL6jKBlJ8/s1600/DSC01437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YV8gcdLci3M/Tsv11qCZe5I/AAAAAAAABUo/rDjL6jKBlJ8/s320/DSC01437.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pickle lover&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUAJoHYWJ8g/Tsv2VO2SQkI/AAAAAAAABUw/BkCYwt-sYY0/s1600/DSC01450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUAJoHYWJ8g/Tsv2VO2SQkI/AAAAAAAABUw/BkCYwt-sYY0/s320/DSC01450.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brock's first Foods&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoPtj6TZIsw/TsvxW2pb0fI/AAAAAAAABTQ/sDjXND2VWMQ/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoPtj6TZIsw/TsvxW2pb0fI/AAAAAAAABTQ/sDjXND2VWMQ/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;preschool trip&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-4409668042660593487?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/4409668042660593487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=4409668042660593487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4409668042660593487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4409668042660593487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-thats-all-i-can-say.html' title='wow... thats all i can say'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQHspVlxroI/TsvsaSyxOqI/AAAAAAAABQ4/X_BO9f60k_E/s72-c/DSC00994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-31979831747320515</id><published>2011-08-26T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T02:07:00.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months and bk 2 work ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbelm2xNm6U/TldOwtYUsCI/AAAAAAAABP8/TvaDmhSLbJ0/s1600/DSC01147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbelm2xNm6U/TldOwtYUsCI/AAAAAAAABP8/TvaDmhSLbJ0/s320/DSC01147.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed having the time off and spending time with the family. This summer we did more camping then we have before and wish there was time and money to keep going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock has grown so much. At 2 months he started smiling and cooing. Those are my favorite moments. Kobe started noticing and want to count how many times he would smile a day.... He has gotten so strong and LOVES sucking on his fingers! I often wonder what is going thru his little head. Other moments are spent blowing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HczH8T-2uGU/TldO7Q5GSOI/AAAAAAAABQA/Io4qv1AplcQ/s1600/DSC01126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HczH8T-2uGU/TldO7Q5GSOI/AAAAAAAABQA/Io4qv1AplcQ/s320/DSC01126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor attempted swimming lessons. He was shy by one month to make it in the first swim class, but they said we could try it...well he wanted to join his class by the last day and would say hi to his teacher but he was a day late and 45 bucks short. YMCA was nice and just let us join the mommy and me class of abt 15 parents. i personally think is a waiste of money but best 2nd choice. trevor could still tell me "no" and i would still dunk him. But we had fun and Trtevor was loving the class and being brave /doing what i asked towards the end. Next year he will be ready, HOPEFULLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UThoPskEH-M/TldN1uiM_OI/AAAAAAAABP0/aK2tNPT2N6Q/s1600/DSC01124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UThoPskEH-M/TldN1uiM_OI/AAAAAAAABP0/aK2tNPT2N6Q/s320/DSC01124.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe on the otherhand has been a fish! He loves the water. He thinks he really can swim by himself. I say not quite yet buddy. He is one thinks he is invincable in the water...which can be scary. He has been into playing angry bird. I have yet to play this game. He and dad have found yet another love to share together. When he is not on the computer playing he designs the game on paper! Who does that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjBNkiCW_zo/TldOolQmXWI/AAAAAAAABP4/wLhRq10ONWc/s1600/DSC01122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjBNkiCW_zo/TldOolQmXWI/AAAAAAAABP4/wLhRq10ONWc/s320/DSC01122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He cant wait for school to start. He is doing a "real" preschool. He did so good with the Joy school we did last year i just hope its worth the money and he continues to grow...He is usually the one asking me....."Mom what pattern do you see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sooo bumbed out when i have leave my boys and work. Jason knows this but unfortunatley it's a must. My boys did the sweetest thing for me. The Sunday before going back to work they came out of their room with a huge smile. Wrapped was 2 new pairs of scrubs and the sweetest note ever. Kobe has told me over and over "Mom i miss you when you go to work!" suggled with hugs and kisses. The note came with some jamba juice money. but the the thing that i loved most was my note. That is one of the sweetest things my hubby has ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZuPXkF6XlM/TldPDFkv_sI/AAAAAAAABQE/G9_GkB291CE/s1600/DSC01153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZuPXkF6XlM/TldPDFkv_sI/AAAAAAAABQE/G9_GkB291CE/s320/DSC01153.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-31979831747320515?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/31979831747320515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=31979831747320515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/31979831747320515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/31979831747320515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-months-and-bk-2-work.html' title='3 months and bk 2 work ....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbelm2xNm6U/TldOwtYUsCI/AAAAAAAABP8/TvaDmhSLbJ0/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6645927087746656588</id><published>2011-06-23T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:25:11.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCfDISD7HNw/TgOpF1rMYEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/0d_YTVRexZM/s1600/DSC00164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCfDISD7HNw/TgOpF1rMYEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/0d_YTVRexZM/s320/DSC00164.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After loving to coach baseball for the city of Poky for 5 years and after realizing my 4yr old &lt;strike&gt;hangs out with just his &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;mom&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;all day long&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; needed some lessons in socializing 101, I came to the conclusion&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kobe needed to play tee ball this summer&lt;/span&gt;. In Twin, apprently you have to be &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;graduating&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;u&gt;kindergarten&lt;/u&gt; to play tee ball. Well with a birthday on Sept. 21...calculation would mean&amp;nbsp;he would have to wait &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; more summers &lt;em&gt;tell&amp;nbsp;he could even &amp;nbsp;play&lt;/em&gt;.....hummmm . So What does coaching really have to do with it?....well after coaching and seeing the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;variety of "talent&lt;/span&gt;" among tee ball player,s&amp;nbsp;I thought Kobe would blend in just fine. &lt;em&gt;Afterall how many dandelions can there be&amp;nbsp;in a field? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;after the first game against "not so much the little league&amp;nbsp;allstars team" as it was the&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;coach&lt;/u&gt; thinking he was running&amp;nbsp;major leaguers....I started to have second thoughts! Its hard to be a sports fanatic and watch someone else&amp;nbsp;coach &lt;strike&gt;or more like&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;stand there watching and not coaching&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Up to bat,&amp;nbsp; Kobe would hit the ball then suddenly became&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; a spector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. After the 20th "KOBE RUN!" it would register and &lt;em&gt;out &lt;/em&gt;he would be. The game ended with Kobe finally making it to second and on the way to third when the shortstop &lt;strike&gt;on accident&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;knocked him flat&lt;/span&gt;. Waiting...no one did anything so &amp;nbsp;I ran and picked up poor devasted, crying Kobe and carried him to third, piggy backed him to home plate the next play, so he could finish the game. He couldn't even do the&amp;nbsp;cheer at the end, &lt;em&gt;NOT THAT HE EVEN KNEW WHAT THAT WAS&lt;/em&gt;. He just cried, his stomach&amp;nbsp;hurt. Even the all important treats didn't phase him. So much for a good idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmV3gY1GcfA/TgOpZ7kvyzI/AAAAAAAABPU/BFWee0zbGVw/s1600/DSC00169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmV3gY1GcfA/TgOpZ7kvyzI/AAAAAAAABPU/BFWee0zbGVw/s400/DSC00169.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;he&amp;nbsp;started off look'n good. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdeRt1mcl0M/TgOqn9uSF0I/AAAAAAAABPg/MFpkyNmJj7c/s1600/DSC00320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdeRt1mcl0M/TgOqn9uSF0I/AAAAAAAABPg/MFpkyNmJj7c/s320/DSC00320.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;liitle slugger&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oobZxVyRYyQ/TgOqY2ZYpdI/AAAAAAAABPc/lqrZvpaHu68/s1600/DSC00208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oobZxVyRYyQ/TgOqY2ZYpdI/AAAAAAAABPc/lqrZvpaHu68/s400/DSC00208.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;buddy Ryker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;one practice of teaching the team HOW TO PLAY it was amazing how the whole team did much better! Kobe started smiling and having fun. He is so coachable and I love seeing him improve. He is such a little man out there.&amp;nbsp; He has had some great family support...and they have enjoyed the giggles and excuse to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlsNpAiecuo/TgOq3zLQ2GI/AAAAAAAABPk/jT0VYG4Bv1I/s1600/DSC00329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlsNpAiecuo/TgOq3zLQ2GI/AAAAAAAABPk/jT0VYG4Bv1I/s400/DSC00329.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;KOBE &lt;strong&gt;telling&lt;/strong&gt; Jason What his next move is...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBvIQN1AwAo/TgOqJD9WC8I/AAAAAAAABPY/40ECvGVsD-E/s1600/DSC00203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBvIQN1AwAo/TgOqJD9WC8I/AAAAAAAABPY/40ECvGVsD-E/s400/DSC00203.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;first time playing catcher&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6645927087746656588?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6645927087746656588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6645927087746656588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6645927087746656588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6645927087746656588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2011/06/tee-up.html' title='Tee Up'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCfDISD7HNw/TgOpF1rMYEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/0d_YTVRexZM/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2651116933624930961</id><published>2011-05-17T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:06:28.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4ET1jBEZuY/TdMkSfjmSoI/AAAAAAAABPA/5t4aOTOBrJk/s1600/morning+of+brock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4ET1jBEZuY/TdMkSfjmSoI/AAAAAAAABPA/5t4aOTOBrJk/s400/morning+of+brock.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lw9Z4y1sqP4/TdMkE-O8VsI/AAAAAAAABO4/3X7IOoerIHY/s1600/check+list.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lw9Z4y1sqP4/TdMkE-O8VsI/AAAAAAAABO4/3X7IOoerIHY/s640/check+list.jpg" width="192px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is one thing I have learned and that planning is over rated. Our sweet little boy did what I didn't think he wouldn't actually do and that is he actually came on the day we had&amp;nbsp;scheduled ... it's a good thing we are used to change and that I have seen all the doctors in the office at least once and have been there before. With the hour delay due to another case, we suddenly had two choices (mind you we were hooked up with IVs and ready): Postpone our scheduled time to another date if we really wanted that Doctor to deliver or #2 we could go on as scheduled and Dr. Coleman would be preforming the C-section. Hummmmm really a choice? I had seen Dr. Coleman once on these visits but I Thank goodness I have been to this group before and I likes and trusted him. Nothing like trying to&amp;nbsp;panic a lady ready to go to surgery....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;To spare the other details the rest went something like....Sneezing was not in my best interest&amp;nbsp; DONT PANIC....fingers numb (don't remember that my first time) DONT PANIC.....trying not to throw up laying flat.....DONT PANIC.....just close your eyes and breath in threw your nose.....But not too much cause then you'll PANIC.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jason by my side.....BABY CRIES!!!!!! He's finally here......at a quick glance I thought he was beautiful.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In recovery....It couldn't go much slower, wishing the effects of surgery would where off faster....I tried to bush off&amp;nbsp; the side effects of the medication was having on me. It's funny how I can now experienced this 3 times now and it be very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I finally got to see our little guy who had apparently been "naughty" in NICU. The nurse came in and said, "I think your little no name little boy is ready to see his mom." He had made it loud and clear he didn't want any one touching him in th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e NICU. Trying to remain half awake I finally got to hold my little man.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The one thing I remember Jason telling me after he was born when I was recovering was he had lots of hair.....He was beautiful.Finally my crazy dreams of him coming would end!! No more Obama delivering and then dropping him, clef pallets, Having a twin sister....I was starting to come up with some good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Family all came at once.....At that point I wish we had been able to get into a bigger room. The Boys were great. Trevor came right in and said "BABY". They were excited to see their mom too. Trevor&amp;nbsp;was well aware where the "baby" was. When it was time for them to hold him for the first time Trevor was first. I climb right up in the seat and smile proudly. That was until the baby cries then he said "All done" and jumped down and said "kobe's turn". Kobe sat smiling ear to ear. when he was done he told Aunt CeLes...."you have sit way back and put the pillow here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4K4lWmfuwU/TdMnR6nRXkI/AAAAAAAABPE/nCEFyZrQgd0/s1600/first+meetings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4K4lWmfuwU/TdMnR6nRXkI/AAAAAAAABPE/nCEFyZrQgd0/s320/first+meetings.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After some ruff spells and &amp;nbsp;almost kicking Jason out for making me get the giggles, &amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;finally overspent morning&amp;nbsp;in the hospital was over. We just couldn't&amp;nbsp;come up with a name and then worse we then couldn't spell....finally&amp;nbsp;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;our little no name &amp;nbsp;baby jones.....has a name.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow (Bo for short) Indiana Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ok so that was what Kobe really wanted to name him and still thinks that people aren't saying his name right ....bless his heart....he really wanted it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ok so thank goodness mom and dad had the last say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brock Donavon Jones ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;came Friday the 13th. A lucky day for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ 2:17 p.m.&amp;nbsp; 7 pounds 4 oz and 20 inches long.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJJr0oLnotE/TdMkJIHOzCI/AAAAAAAABO8/HsBJRqQP-cM/s1600/brock+donavon+jones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJJr0oLnotE/TdMkJIHOzCI/AAAAAAAABO8/HsBJRqQP-cM/s400/brock+donavon+jones.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Announcements awaiting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's fun to hear Trevor call him Baby Brock. They love their little brother and We can't snuggle and get enough of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Thanks family and friends for watching out for us and helping&amp;nbsp;out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p.s. The only thing i wish i could change....the boys coming home with nasty colds....awesome I know. Yet another kink to let you know you have no control....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2651116933624930961?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2651116933624930961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2651116933624930961&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2651116933624930961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2651116933624930961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2011/05/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh Boy!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4ET1jBEZuY/TdMkSfjmSoI/AAAAAAAABPA/5t4aOTOBrJk/s72-c/morning+of+brock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-7592170733161637715</id><published>2011-04-14T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:39:26.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why play catch up when you have creativity!!</title><content type='html'>So i keep looking at my outdated blog....sure i could update and really i would like to, but then again.....TIME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today i left &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;my sweet incent Trevor&lt;/span&gt; in his room with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;specicfic instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.....ONLY ON THIS TABLE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i left to get ready and thought tha was a good idea. let him doodle on the lightening mcqueen table that ereasable...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seconds&lt;/em&gt; later my second son showed me he too has&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;creativity running through his veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How could you not laugh? At least it wasn't permanat and it wasn't on the furniture. although the red hasn't quite came off yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEwSNPbmKbk/Tac9JkgjeCI/AAAAAAAABO0/AdGr91Pc3SU/s1600/DSC00771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEwSNPbmKbk/Tac9JkgjeCI/AAAAAAAABO0/AdGr91Pc3SU/s320/DSC00771.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhkq6gvSmyc/Tac7PqvwJGI/AAAAAAAABOs/dnhRRupokr4/s1600/DSC00783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhkq6gvSmyc/Tac7PqvwJGI/AAAAAAAABOs/dnhRRupokr4/s320/DSC00783.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then there's Kobe the&lt;em&gt; Rebellion (&lt;/em&gt;He knows better)....after the fact he&amp;nbsp;wrote on his "hands"&amp;nbsp;, not&amp;nbsp;wanting to miss out on the fun/attention Trevor got or :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love my boys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-7592170733161637715?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/7592170733161637715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=7592170733161637715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7592170733161637715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7592170733161637715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-play-catch-up-when-you-have.html' title='why play catch up when you have creativity!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEwSNPbmKbk/Tac9JkgjeCI/AAAAAAAABO0/AdGr91Pc3SU/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-9138572861821941348</id><published>2011-01-21T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:18:59.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Lost Additions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A new year already and I still haven't blog christmas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcw79JNanI/AAAAAAAABOM/2-7yYQMuG6w/s1600/DSC00340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcw79JNanI/AAAAAAAABOM/2-7yYQMuG6w/s320/DSC00340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEW YEARS 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcxQYXx3kI/AAAAAAAABOQ/QKpDnoMDl9A/s1600/DSC00278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcxQYXx3kI/AAAAAAAABOQ/QKpDnoMDl9A/s320/DSC00278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHRISTMAS RUNNER FOR GRANDMA/PA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcxhezZvLI/AAAAAAAABOU/Ig0Ew7NdhKM/s1600/DSC00326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcxhezZvLI/AAAAAAAABOU/Ig0Ew7NdhKM/s320/DSC00326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcwoNYT6YI/AAAAAAAABOI/y4MX9ud6l58/s1600/DSC00333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcwoNYT6YI/AAAAAAAABOI/y4MX9ud6l58/s320/DSC00333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;An update is much needed. So here's the latest in the Jones home! Since Christmas we have gain some new additions. Shortly after Christmas we gain&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; new family members which grew to I believe which extended to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; by January. Whom you say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcgIF9RcVI/AAAAAAAABNk/57WrJqt2wlM/s1600/DSC00353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcgIF9RcVI/AAAAAAAABNk/57WrJqt2wlM/s320/DSC00353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcgYvCncvI/AAAAAAAABNo/PPMFuXgscsw/s1600/DSC00355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcgYvCncvI/AAAAAAAABNo/PPMFuXgscsw/s400/DSC00355.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;We are proud parents of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; fish, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;shark, and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; crab. The boys have loved picking and and setting up their tank Santa brought them. Unfortunately that's were our death have also come from. We were on our second green tiger barb when we discovered the crab was more enjoying eating him then he was about swimming. I think his fellow classmate got the best of him....so we were going to have third as the charm and got our latest addition who is still breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;One of exciting additions....Emily's new hubby. It was one cold day, no make it Freezzzzzzzzzzzzzing with a capital F. But all were smiles. I only wish I had pics from the beautiful reception they had. Welcome Sheldon and Mrs. Mallory to the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=707284&amp;amp;id=100000096282188" id="myphotolink" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1362.snc4/163432_191445567535318_100000096282188_728267_4295645_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcpgn0pFFI/AAAAAAAABNw/nE0W7n-qy9M/s1600/DSC00317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcpgn0pFFI/AAAAAAAABNw/nE0W7n-qy9M/s320/DSC00317.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let's see that makes 9 new addition so our finally newbie to join be joining in about 4 1/2 months. Kobe has been excited from the begging and well Trevor has grown to like the idea. At first he said "NO BABY", BUT now he is all smiles and not quite catching the concept that he will no longer being the "baby" technically. Kobe was cute the other day though. Trevor was kicking on the bed and I said Trevor watch out for the baby and a few minutes past and he was kicking Kobe and Kobe said, " Trevor don't kick me in my belly, watch out the baby." So hopefully we are just having one :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcrzceYslI/AAAAAAAABOA/GKB6nXm0r78/s1600/scan0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcrzceYslI/AAAAAAAABOA/GKB6nXm0r78/s320/scan0009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTnJqKU7kuI/AAAAAAAABOY/WjsYS-HX3EA/s1600/scan0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTnJqKU7kuI/AAAAAAAABOY/WjsYS-HX3EA/s320/scan0010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTnJtWwyIwI/AAAAAAAABOc/qnDiBL2NIb8/s1600/scan0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTnJtWwyIwI/AAAAAAAABOc/qnDiBL2NIb8/s320/scan0007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no mistaken...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-9138572861821941348?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/9138572861821941348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=9138572861821941348&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/9138572861821941348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/9138572861821941348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-and-lost-additions.html' title='New and Lost Additions'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TTcw79JNanI/AAAAAAAABOM/2-7yYQMuG6w/s72-c/DSC00340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3807502175815491835</id><published>2010-12-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:38:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen pics...</title><content type='html'>Due to the hospitalization of my camera.... i have taken the liberty to &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; borrow some pics from my dear niece to post pics from her Bridal Shower....&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;The Count downs on&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dec 30th&lt;/span&gt; will come in a blink of an eye&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; winkie winkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3KBNXlRfBE/TPX_TKVqtTI/AAAAAAAAAuI/cgzrBCl-pOM/s400/bridal%2Bshower%2Bcrew.jpg" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: nearest-neighbor;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPwTasQJubI/AAAAAAAABNc/IvIKmwMmpUA/s1600/apron.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPwTasQJubI/AAAAAAAABNc/IvIKmwMmpUA/s1600/apron.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm glad I bowed out and let Grandma Gwen come up with the Apron....it turned out so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545619036585900242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F3KBNXlRfBE/TPX_Ib9YuNI/AAAAAAAAAt4/n34et73RBUM/s400/bridal%2Bshower%2Bcollage.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 272px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One party down only a million celebration to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3807502175815491835?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3807502175815491835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3807502175815491835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3807502175815491835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3807502175815491835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/12/stolen-pics.html' title='Stolen pics...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3KBNXlRfBE/TPX_TKVqtTI/AAAAAAAAAuI/cgzrBCl-pOM/s72-c/bridal%2Bshower%2Bcrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8610493292140408225</id><published>2010-11-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:21:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0YfnuKdI/AAAAAAAABNE/gBvwcqeq6p0/s1600/blessing3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0YfnuKdI/AAAAAAAABNE/gBvwcqeq6p0/s640/blessing3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brooklyn Marie Hixson's Blessing Nov. 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Unfortunately for me and lucky for the camera shop...My camera of only 2 months decide to throw itself out of my finger and through a temper tantrum because I took it out into the snow. So pics from the past holidays are almost none exiting. But I'm thankful for many things not caught on camera.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We had Emily's shower despite snowy weather and driving around a Road CLOSED sign, only to quickly decide they were right and snucked threw the back roads of Murtaugh to the interstate to make it to Burley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Shower was fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Thanksgiving was short beings we ran out of time at my mom's and work was calling my name WAY TO SOON. nothing like serving people on the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...lets not even talk about that. The only thing that comes to mind is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;#1&amp;nbsp;I will never take the same approach&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;#2 I will never get over being cold......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;#3I will never get over being cold.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;#4 I will never get over being cold.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Taking off to &lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; to meet our &lt;em&gt;sweet Brooklyn&lt;/em&gt; completed our weekend.....So sweet she is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPMcQjpiZoI/AAAAAAAABM8/Ntmm8T-leYI/s1600/blessing+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPMcQjpiZoI/AAAAAAAABM8/Ntmm8T-leYI/s320/blessing+day.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0dHnFm8I/AAAAAAAABNI/Lhk4kjjWV4s/s1600/blessing11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0dHnFm8I/AAAAAAAABNI/Lhk4kjjWV4s/s320/blessing11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The blessing was very nice&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; and we are still here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;no chance of ever coming back&lt;/strike&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;by choice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures courtesy of Aunt Tosha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;More of the weekend to come later!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0Wib8zKI/AAAAAAAABNA/1y0dIL6K4Mk/s1600/blessing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0Wib8zKI/AAAAAAAABNA/1y0dIL6K4Mk/s400/blessing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Trevor was trying to be helpful and hold the bottle)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm so glad we stayed so Kobe wouldn't have missed out on "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dressing up" with Madison.&lt;/span&gt; Kobe climbed into our overnight bag. First dress up outfit ...he was sent quickly back up to the room to change. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around his neck, just didn't seem &lt;em&gt;quite the right style.&lt;/em&gt; He pick out his assessories all by himself. Notice the clipped tie on the sleeve (bottom picture)...very clever. I was actually impressed with the ways he came up to tie the scarf all by himself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was taking tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The hat, also mine, he figured out how to "change" his "dress up" clothes by wearing&amp;nbsp;different...."see mom now the buckles are in front".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0hKH7z1I/AAAAAAAABNM/wty3QupY69w/s1600/dress+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0hKH7z1I/AAAAAAAABNM/wty3QupY69w/s320/dress+up.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0h9CI3bI/AAAAAAAABNQ/SM9dfLuD8AY/s1600/kobemaddiedressup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0h9CI3bI/AAAAAAAABNQ/SM9dfLuD8AY/s400/kobemaddiedressup.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Julie&lt;/span&gt; if you read this monday....&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8610493292140408225?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8610493292140408225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8610493292140408225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8610493292140408225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8610493292140408225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessings.html' title='blessings...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TPM0YfnuKdI/AAAAAAAABNE/gBvwcqeq6p0/s72-c/blessing3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-4602555712778400336</id><published>2010-11-19T01:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T02:04:58.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope they call me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TOY3LmXip9I/AAAAAAAABMk/xBDuuuLEPwE/s1600/DSC00598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TOY3LmXip9I/AAAAAAAABMk/xBDuuuLEPwE/s320/DSC00598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;It's great to see little brothers grow up and even better when they decide to&amp;nbsp;serve a &lt;em&gt;mission&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have seen such a difference him in just his preparing to leave. MOSTLY &lt;strike&gt;All&lt;/strike&gt; Smiles. I just can't wait for him to return in two years.I just can't wait to see the changes&amp;nbsp;two years will make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm sooo jealous he'll be fluent in espanol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We as a family were very excited. The boys each got a missionary tag to be like "Uncle Dustin" and we&amp;nbsp;made a fun &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; to survive the MTC&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; package for him... now all we have to do is get the ball and &lt;strike&gt;keep&lt;/strike&gt; start writing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TOY4eLYWwVI/AAAAAAAABMo/HGpmzaL9xO0/s1600/DSC00605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TOY4eLYWwVI/AAAAAAAABMo/HGpmzaL9xO0/s320/DSC00605.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Future Handsome Missionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Te quiero,Elder Jones....Look out Mexico!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-4602555712778400336?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/4602555712778400336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=4602555712778400336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4602555712778400336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4602555712778400336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-they-call-me.html' title='Hope they call me...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TOY3LmXip9I/AAAAAAAABMk/xBDuuuLEPwE/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2220904185788003989</id><published>2010-11-10T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:16:00.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Out Trevor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNrAB-_XNeI/AAAAAAAABMc/RTpE-sIe1Zw/s1600/trevorbday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNrAB-_XNeI/AAAAAAAABMc/RTpE-sIe1Zw/s320/trevorbday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNq_3ocnHvI/AAAAAAAABMY/GEYQTHOAF-I/s1600/trevor+2+bday+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNq_3ocnHvI/AAAAAAAABMY/GEYQTHOAF-I/s320/trevor+2+bday+.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason brought it to my attention I never posted anything about Trevor Turning 2!!! Well time just slips away and as Jason says "You have too many projects" &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Trevor I love you&lt;/span&gt; even though I never Posted! Trevor is so fun. He realllllly has gotten his own personality, yet a little of everyone in him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We love it when you say "I wuv you", "Varroom Raroom", "I like it"....Your smile will melt any girls heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you wouldn't&amp;nbsp;know any different&amp;nbsp;when &amp;nbsp;he wasn't here, but now you don't know what you&amp;nbsp; would do if he&amp;nbsp;hadn't come. Just when you think you can't love another child as much as the first&amp;nbsp;another one comes and somehow Your &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;heart&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love grows bigger&lt;/span&gt;. My two boys can be so similar yet they are soooo different. One thing is for sure &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;They Are&amp;nbsp;Mama's Boyzzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Courier New; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;For now anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNq_vyvI7bI/AAAAAAAABMU/V6hhnMBs77U/s1600/trevor+bike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNq_vyvI7bI/AAAAAAAABMU/V6hhnMBs77U/s320/trevor+bike.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;P.s. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in my defense can i say i have tried to finish this post but nothing seems to work...pics especially....grrr Why would they turn if they were never like that in the first place. can't figure it out, none the less i have posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2220904185788003989?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2220904185788003989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2220904185788003989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2220904185788003989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2220904185788003989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/11/left-out-trevor.html' title='Left Out Trevor'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TNrAB-_XNeI/AAAAAAAABMc/RTpE-sIe1Zw/s72-c/trevorbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5782143167756535289</id><published>2010-10-20T01:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:09:45.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four, "I'm already Four"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the Following pics are from boys combined "little einstein party"....to be posted later!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QRcfqmMI/AAAAAAAABLc/zDMLfsEk794/s1600/DSC00265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QRcfqmMI/AAAAAAAABLc/zDMLfsEk794/s320/DSC00265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QlMo9ZcI/AAAAAAAABLg/y07FB9QCYrc/s1600/DSC00273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QlMo9ZcI/AAAAAAAABLg/y07FB9QCYrc/s320/DSC00273.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6RAC7fs6I/AAAAAAAABLk/yFXycIBXSIU/s1600/DSC00292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6RAC7fs6I/AAAAAAAABLk/yFXycIBXSIU/s320/DSC00292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6R5n-9D8I/AAAAAAAABLw/Cy9AYjnN_Dw/s1600/DSC00377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6R5n-9D8I/AAAAAAAABLw/Cy9AYjnN_Dw/s320/DSC00377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6RQAl_wSI/AAAAAAAABLo/DpFJMdgmEcw/s1600/DSC00325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6RQAl_wSI/AAAAAAAABLo/DpFJMdgmEcw/s320/DSC00325.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QF4BegaI/AAAAAAAABLY/8gyMYBlR1bs/s1600/DSC00258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QF4BegaI/AAAAAAAABLY/8gyMYBlR1bs/s320/DSC00258.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mission of the Missing Instrument"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6ScRzlEhI/AAAAAAAABL8/qksVVQLV0j0/s1600/DSC00177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6ScRzlEhI/AAAAAAAABL8/qksVVQLV0j0/s320/DSC00177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kobe has been anticipating his birthday for quite some time. He was grinning ear to ear when he came in the living room for his morning hugs. Trevor and I started singing "&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HAPPY BITHDAY&lt;/span&gt;", when Kobe said "I already sang &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;. Well i think we are good for the day. He also made the comment "I don't want presents for my birthday." What 4 year old says that?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Special request for breakfast.........&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;captain crunch cereal&lt;/span&gt;??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He eventually open the Hawkes' boyz &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;lego's&lt;/span&gt; present. Trevor thought it was "COOOL" and preceeded to BAM everything sending tiny pieces everywhere. Well I think that it a toys to pay during Trevor's naptime! We have quite a few activities that we do then :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6Soe1TxjI/AAAAAAAABMA/9rLwMlNBERU/s1600/DSC00190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6Soe1TxjI/AAAAAAAABMA/9rLwMlNBERU/s320/DSC00190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When dad came home from work, he went on a &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;scavenger hunt&lt;/span&gt; to find his new &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt;. The scavenger hunt was a big hit!!! &amp;lt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;note to self more than the bike&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; He even said "Mom it's your birthday too" &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(me&lt;/span&gt;)"Uh my birthday isn't today" &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Kobe&lt;/span&gt;)"Yes it is, Your&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; birthday and I will make &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; a scavenger hunt." But with little encouragement from Trevor (who couldn't wait to go outside to ride) he was helmet up. Now you ahve to understand that our boys DO NOT peddle the bike they &lt;i&gt;scoot &lt;/i&gt;/walk it. So it was a big step for Kobe to actually ride a bike. Despite being Fixated on the fact he "CRASHED" into the rode on his unknown detor to the sidewalk he got back on. &lt;/div&gt;He loved putting together different things, one was a dragon that had to go everywhere with us. The UPS man came with good timing and he opened his new &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;LEapster game&lt;/span&gt;, which led to him not wanting to go anywhere else. But because the boyz love pizza we thought it would be fun to go to &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;GERDIES&lt;/span&gt;. well with kobe falling asleep on the way...waking up for the dinner party went as expected....CRANKY...&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6SRd9CAyI/AAAAAAAABL4/g7-GOoYVX-g/s320/DSC00217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 20mins later he was good and got to play on the &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;video games&lt;/span&gt; they have there too. With an impressive 1st place on the race car game He even managed to win himself some free games. I swear i never won those games even at 12.&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with watching &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Tinker bell's and lost fairy rescew&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;yes he has a soft side&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;star cupcakes with blue sprinkes and chocolate frost and chips ontop&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;which he chose over icecream cake??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kobe i love you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;1. I love it when you just say "i love you" just because. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.You love to snuggle with me and the best huggest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;making sure I always give&amp;nbsp;him a&amp;nbsp;hug and kiss before i leave for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;3.You love to learn&amp;nbsp;and play your version of "Whip out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;4.You love to cook,take care of me and you say the darndest things to make us laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6RllMDQyI/AAAAAAAABLs/kL1QIXYp2Wo/s320/DSC00375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Gwen apparrently thought Kobe needed a new blanket. Like&amp;nbsp;his cribe blanket wasn't big enough anymore?? Kobe couldn't agree more. He went right away to snuggling up in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5782143167756535289?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5782143167756535289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5782143167756535289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5782143167756535289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5782143167756535289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/10/four-im-already-four.html' title='Four, &quot;I&apos;m already Four&quot;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TL6QRcfqmMI/AAAAAAAABLc/zDMLfsEk794/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2579117944266814052</id><published>2010-09-20T15:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:00:08.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can imagine the great Heavenly choirs singing as our beloved Savior was born to this Earth. Heaven to me is a place where there is good music sung by Heavenly choirs singing praises to God and the lamb."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;March 31, 1979 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting for a long time to type out Grandpa Jones history/journals. A chance to get to know him, his thoughts. I decided one of the value projects for YW gave me the extra incentive. About a week and half ago I started. This quote seems appropriate to share, for this day, Grandpa is finally being WELCOMED by his Maker, Family, friends and His DEAR SWEETHEART! Grandma Jones who has been gone for quite some time due to battle with cancer. His sweet wife now has stuck by his side and has been a great companion! One to be for ever blessed! I call this bittersweet day for there are many soft tears of sadness and JOY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Nelson stated, "Life does not begin with birth, nor does it end with death. Prior to our birth, we dwelled as spirit children with our Father in Heaven. There we eagerly anticipated the possibility of coming to earth and obtaining a physical body. But we regarded the returning home as the best part of that long-awaited trip, just as we do now. Returning from earth to life in our heavenly home requires passage through—and not around—the doors of death. We were born to die, and we die to live".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TJfWaye4uyI/AAAAAAAABLM/yI5CAMLX4oc/s1600/grandpa+Jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TJfWaye4uyI/AAAAAAAABLM/yI5CAMLX4oc/s400/grandpa+Jones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519115624082094882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How thankful we are for the Gospel and for those ancestors that leave a LEGACY!&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2579117944266814052?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2579117944266814052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2579117944266814052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2579117944266814052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2579117944266814052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-home.html' title='Temporary Home'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TJfWaye4uyI/AAAAAAAABLM/yI5CAMLX4oc/s72-c/grandpa+Jones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8849937462474985014</id><published>2010-08-30T09:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:36:12.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>may kodak rest in peace...</title><content type='html'>I'm sad to say i have been without my camera now for many a weeks due to it taking a tumble at girls camp and then finally telling me it had it by not snapping anymore pictures. it just simply teased me by turning on and ready to deliver at my command.....but NOTHING! &lt;br /&gt;Therefore my phone has been in charge of picking up the slack, but i'm sure that is were they will stay due to the lack of knowledge on my part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, as chilly as says it is outside,it looks beautiful! I love opening the curtains in the morning to see blue skies. In the back ground Trevor is repeating something scrambled, but happy! I lift him out of bed, change his diaper and proceeded to turn on his favorite movie...."KAH CHOW" (aka CARS) With him satisfied and Kobe still sleeping next to him, i make my way thew my room to my throne. AHHH quite time. One of the only places for peace and quite where kids don't bother you (unless your Kim and doing construction) .....When my happy, not sleeping anymore son walks in...no more peace and quite, nope not even in the bathroom. Of course the little man follows and insist i follow him, trying to take my hand. Unsatisfied by the comment, "Trevor, mommies busy give me just a second." Of course because he wears the pants in the family, he persistance increases and out comes the bottom lip. Luckily for mommies distraction was nearby "look there are your cars" Distraction, we all know it works minutes. Unlucky for me, he noticed one that fell in the bathtub. He tried so hard but got high centered and started to cry. These are those times when they can almost get away with anything because really you are stuck. I barely could reached his shorts and pulled him to his feet. Finally Both boys decided to leave the room with Kobe making one of his  fabulaous one-liners/ lovely comment, "Mom, &lt;em&gt;now I have poop buggers&lt;/em&gt;" I simply reminded him "I didn't invite you" Oh, I love the start to Not-so-alone-time Monday mornings!!! I love my boys, despite their boyish comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best I didn't have a camera for this one :)&lt;br /&gt;Because I no longer can post updated pictures and because I have to have one....I have chosen to post a few past pics of sister reunions.I'm soooooooooo excited for next weekend Expo time together. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/THvX0xwECeI/AAAAAAAABK0/9wTbiymgTiI/s1600/sister+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/THvX0xwECeI/AAAAAAAABK0/9wTbiymgTiI/s400/sister+reunion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511235870726031842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8849937462474985014?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8849937462474985014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8849937462474985014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8849937462474985014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8849937462474985014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/08/may-kodak-rest-in-peace.html' title='may kodak rest in peace...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/THvX0xwECeI/AAAAAAAABK0/9wTbiymgTiI/s72-c/sister+reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-406786134800074321</id><published>2010-08-03T08:53:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:11:27.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update.....long over due</title><content type='html'>June....&lt;br /&gt;Memorial weekend our family enjoys going around to the different cemeteries to remember family and friends. The weekend is also spent somewhere with the Jones's. This year was Indian Hot Springs. Highlights: Four-wheeling, Kobe got to release a humming bird from his hand...swimming...boys playing Frisbee... We also Found we NO LONGER fit in our TENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6V-wbsPI/AAAAAAAABG8/IkD_EZ-XwIo/s1600/102_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6V-wbsPI/AAAAAAAABG8/IkD_EZ-XwIo/s400/102_1451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501211094130864370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6VYDprZI/AAAAAAAABG0/Dq4kiKcZspc/s1600/102_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6VYDprZI/AAAAAAAABG0/Dq4kiKcZspc/s400/102_1426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501211083742490002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6U70W92I/AAAAAAAABGs/ecZ6EX5ChgA/s1600/102_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6U70W92I/AAAAAAAABGs/ecZ6EX5ChgA/s400/102_1419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501211076162156386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6Uqu58JI/AAAAAAAABGk/b4dtZ9JspcI/s1600/102_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6Uqu58JI/AAAAAAAABGk/b4dtZ9JspcI/s400/102_1405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501211071575879826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the first time the boys and I got to join in on the Family Bike ride from Sheppard's the CeLes' house. Boys loved MOST of the ride :) This pic is for the gentle man who ran the stop sign in front of many witnesses.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhv3tpXKgI/AAAAAAAABKE/nS_SaTeHngo/s1600/102_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhv3tpXKgI/AAAAAAAABKE/nS_SaTeHngo/s320/102_1704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501269947769629186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhuUQrkJ_I/AAAAAAAABJ8/k1QwNfcm-qE/s1600/102_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhuUQrkJ_I/AAAAAAAABJ8/k1QwNfcm-qE/s320/102_1701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501268239187191794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhuT-d4jGI/AAAAAAAABJ0/eSi9MOxordA/s1600/102_1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhuT-d4jGI/AAAAAAAABJ0/eSi9MOxordA/s320/102_1469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501268234297969762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhuTU1HrCI/AAAAAAAABJs/XKqwBVdlRnw/s1600/102_1679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhuTU1HrCI/AAAAAAAABJs/XKqwBVdlRnw/s320/102_1679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501268223121140770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's day is always a special time to focus on those loving Father's that work so hard for our family! I have the best father, father-in-law, grandpa's and the world's best hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOuvPqqoI/AAAAAAAABHc/nuVF0ahquQ0/s1600/102_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOuvPqqoI/AAAAAAAABHc/nuVF0ahquQ0/s320/102_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233509696187010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOuZlE2JI/AAAAAAAABHU/2K0UPmI-5AE/s1600/102_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOuZlE2JI/AAAAAAAABHU/2K0UPmI-5AE/s320/102_0782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233503880403090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOtyHMMWI/AAAAAAAABHM/zLznLGZf9j8/s1600/102_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOtyHMMWI/AAAAAAAABHM/zLznLGZf9j8/s320/102_1427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233493286072674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOtRGO3II/AAAAAAAABHE/xCEzhBd-Bbo/s1600/102_1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhOtRGO3II/AAAAAAAABHE/xCEzhBd-Bbo/s320/102_1573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233484423683202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July...&lt;br /&gt;My mom's favorite holiday is the Fourth and I have to say she has made it one of my favorites too. My sweet young Mother turned one year younger this year! There is never a word to describe what she means and how much she does for me.....I love you mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhv4IL90QI/AAAAAAAABKM/kA-FdMKntlY/s1600/102_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhv4IL90QI/AAAAAAAABKM/kA-FdMKntlY/s320/102_1640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501269954894090498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Madison was down from Vegas area and the boys were so excited to have them down.Swimming, Hop To It, the zoo, parade....you name it they were together. Trevor, who is talking more each day loved to say "where's Madison". They eventually had to go home and Kobe was so sweet, it hadn't even been 2 days and he was saying "I miss Madison" I think for a minute they thought she was living at Grandma Candy's house forever.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr85LnV_I/AAAAAAAABJk/QJdAJb6nYm8/s1600/102_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr85LnV_I/AAAAAAAABJk/QJdAJb6nYm8/s320/102_1600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265638718920690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr8SWeCYI/AAAAAAAABJc/eqRyXOmI5DE/s1600/102_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr8SWeCYI/AAAAAAAABJc/eqRyXOmI5DE/s320/102_1643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265628295465346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr754EY9I/AAAAAAAABJU/y6o1T7DAijU/s1600/102_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr754EY9I/AAAAAAAABJU/y6o1T7DAijU/s320/102_1736.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265621725504466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr7a0rcVI/AAAAAAAABJM/kWTCh0G1g94/s1600/102_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr7a0rcVI/AAAAAAAABJM/kWTCh0G1g94/s320/102_1753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265613389787474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr68H-vtI/AAAAAAAABJE/T6KlRuyqXfk/s1600/102_1787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhr68H-vtI/AAAAAAAABJE/T6KlRuyqXfk/s320/102_1787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501265605149245138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Jensen Reunion was a hit once again. I was excited that we were able to go earlier this year. "This OLD house" was our theme....many neat crafts for women, men , and children were done and who else has a monster-mash Halloween DANC'N grove'n party in the mountains tell 10pm but US. We do have the best DJ in the family. Unforgetable memories of Beautiful chair lift ride and what a treat to be suprised with Uncle Allen and Aunt Treasea, Lisa Rae and Wendy/kids show up. I love when we catch up.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhovi424yI/AAAAAAAABI8/xzVIWMejxnc/s1600/102_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhovi424yI/AAAAAAAABI8/xzVIWMejxnc/s320/102_0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501262110861484834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhovc4DPMI/AAAAAAAABI0/NJLb8jCmqPs/s1600/102_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhovc4DPMI/AAAAAAAABI0/NJLb8jCmqPs/s320/102_0119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501262109247487170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmdqCtwtI/AAAAAAAABIE/hjGv0y4Qu74/s1600/102_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmdqCtwtI/AAAAAAAABIE/hjGv0y4Qu74/s200/102_0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501259604520977106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmcyWRkcI/AAAAAAAABH8/yzVb3-kWlyk/s1600/102_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmcyWRkcI/AAAAAAAABH8/yzVb3-kWlyk/s200/102_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501259589570630082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmchSv6LI/AAAAAAAABH0/fEJxWuIEtwM/s1600/102_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmchSv6LI/AAAAAAAABH0/fEJxWuIEtwM/s200/102_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501259584992438450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmb7DcxKI/AAAAAAAABHs/3IAtNWjZ_d0/s1600/102_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmb7DcxKI/AAAAAAAABHs/3IAtNWjZ_d0/s200/102_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501259574727722146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmbWYIDyI/AAAAAAAABHk/9lVS6okFj1Y/s1600/000_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhmbWYIDyI/AAAAAAAABHk/9lVS6okFj1Y/s200/000_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501259564882333474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn6lpDQ7I/AAAAAAAABIs/jXAGzetdQHY/s1600/102_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn6lpDQ7I/AAAAAAAABIs/jXAGzetdQHY/s320/102_0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501261201067426738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn6CW33LI/AAAAAAAABIk/Y3IPH4rBChI/s1600/102_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn6CW33LI/AAAAAAAABIk/Y3IPH4rBChI/s320/102_0094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501261191595941042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn5u85RxI/AAAAAAAABIc/Q9GSPtQTDdU/s1600/102_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn5u85RxI/AAAAAAAABIc/Q9GSPtQTDdU/s320/102_0087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501261186386708242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn5DjI9tI/AAAAAAAABIU/5-I7bpSikcM/s1600/102_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn5DjI9tI/AAAAAAAABIU/5-I7bpSikcM/s320/102_0086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501261174735959762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn4udAUaI/AAAAAAAABIM/ccqFHD6lKsw/s1600/102_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhn4udAUaI/AAAAAAAABIM/ccqFHD6lKsw/s320/102_0076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501261169073082786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one day to be back and repack....Girls Camp was a great way to end the month. It was so fun to be a leader get to know the girls. Our ward was over the First years. You never know what to expect from girls who haven't been to camp before and it truelly was an interesting experience....I learned a lot, loved having all our leaders there Wednesday for the destiny walk, Thursday's Testimony meeting, enduring extra mile hike (that ended with only 3 of 24 of us actually completing the whole hike.....and we were the ones that got to see a deer). It was just a great reminder of priorities that helped increase my testimony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhv41FapYI/AAAAAAAABKU/F9KxlpW3yNs/s1600/102_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhv41FapYI/AAAAAAAABKU/F9KxlpW3yNs/s320/102_0211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501269966946215298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhxTXtwoLI/AAAAAAAABKk/bQQnOyyOQWM/s1600/102_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhxTXtwoLI/AAAAAAAABKk/bQQnOyyOQWM/s320/102_0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501271522430460082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhxS4or5oI/AAAAAAAABKc/2KmCt2zj8V0/s1600/102_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFhxS4or5oI/AAAAAAAABKc/2KmCt2zj8V0/s320/102_0150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501271514087679618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I was looking forward to being with my boys and spending time with my hubby again! Thanks to EVERYone that pitched in to watch my Boys!!!!! They had a blast! LOVE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-406786134800074321?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/406786134800074321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=406786134800074321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/406786134800074321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/406786134800074321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-for-updatelong-over-due.html' title='Time for an update.....long over due'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/TFg6V-wbsPI/AAAAAAAABG8/IkD_EZ-XwIo/s72-c/102_1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-64132000357088264</id><published>2010-05-21T10:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:20:04.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN HOPE IS ALMOST GONE......</title><content type='html'>So it's not unusual for me to "misplace" my keys. I swear THEY have a tendency of running off on me, it totally has nothing to do with me!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last SATURDAY!!! Jason and I actually went on a date. Shocking....&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt; the rest of you go weekly with your hubbies... It was a nice evening, dinner and movie with no interruptions of crying, rassling, "your turn"....Nice. Boys where mostly in bed when we got home. Next day, Sunday, we woke up and had to drive two different vehicles and to no surprise i couldn't find my keys right away = so i borrowed jason. I usually don't worry because with little time i find them. Well &lt;strong&gt;SIX DAYS LATER&lt;/strong&gt; I think to myself HUH I THINK YOU REALLY LOST YOUR KEYS!!! Jason and I having been turing the house inside out. I had just had my keys at 3 hours prior to us leaving on date and I didn't take them with. We checked with the babysitter. NOPE! I asked Kobe cause he is good at finding things and he was like &lt;em&gt;DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALK'N ABOUT CRAZY LADY&lt;/em&gt;. Jason was sure the boys had done something with them. So to all their hiding spots we went. I felt guilty thinking maybe I really did put them down somethwhere funny and here the boys are getting the blame. So away we have looked for 6 days mind you SIX DAYS! Behind and inside couches, sand box, every place we could think. I started reorganized my closet space. It's actually been a busy week so with little chance i had I've looked. I even tried the praying for a fantastic inspiring dream that would magically "show me the WAY". Nope, Heavenly Father doesn't send dreams anymore or &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;to me now that I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;So today I finally decided to clean Kobe's room which for 90% of time is clean but has been a disaster the past 3 days cause he decided to get everything out of his closet and throw it up in the air to see how much ground he could actually cover. Which i must say he did really well, only leaving a little trail to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;So As I woke with Trevor at 6:45 (Did I mention I worked till the wee hours of the morning) With the worst migraine and nausea, After deciding that the Excedrines finally kicked 3 hours later, I could actually move. &lt;br /&gt;What better thing to do then attack KOBE's room before anyone actually sees it. So as I am on my hands and knees next to his drawers is see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S_a76nPFnOI/AAAAAAAABGY/I0gW52VOsKg/s1600/lost+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S_a76nPFnOI/AAAAAAAABGY/I0gW52VOsKg/s400/lost+keys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473769012754488546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world...I new instantly... I yelled for Kobe..."I FOUND MY KEYS" He came running in. "Look where Trevor hid them" "No mom I hid them there, isn't it funny" The look on my face must had struck a cord because he started hugging and kissing me saying "I love you mom!" "Kobe you know I have been looking for them." More hugs and kisses and off he went!!!&lt;br /&gt;I text Jason and he said the funny thing was he looked in those drawers last night. What are the odds that I would be 2 inches away and see one key peaking through the only drawer with a crack that we really don't open cause it has clothes he's not into yet. I mean really they could have just stayed hiding and snugged against clothes rather then be abuse by being shoved into a key hole all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how grateful I am. I'm sure Heavenly Father said, "ok busy week, rough morning and I think she has cleaned enough....Today is the day, lets see if she pays attention"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD ONE!!!Thank you thank you &lt;em&gt;Self&lt;/em&gt; and to those with on-high connections for me FINALLY FINDING MY KEYS! now all I need is a beeper/alarm button on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-64132000357088264?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/64132000357088264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=64132000357088264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/64132000357088264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/64132000357088264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-hope-is-almost-gone.html' title='WHEN HOPE IS ALMOST GONE......'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S_a76nPFnOI/AAAAAAAABGY/I0gW52VOsKg/s72-c/lost+keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8165022176069158120</id><published>2010-05-14T15:53:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:03:38.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noblest Calling!</title><content type='html'>Who ever said being a mom is "easy" needs to be high-fived!! Motherhood one of the EASIEST things in this world...at least in my dreams it seems to be that way...then again even then I have nightmares...or was that reality...hum now i'm thinking it's not so a piece of cake....although having great kids always makes the task of motherhood ALL WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4ou_wfnkI/AAAAAAAABFw/l3b_0XcL6Nk/s1600/mothers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4ou_wfnkI/AAAAAAAABFw/l3b_0XcL6Nk/s320/mothers+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471355385155657282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice mother's day week. WEEK! Well it started on Wednesday when my mom coming down for our YW's Mother/Daughter Spa night. She was a trooper driving down and the morning to help us set up and decorate. She didn't get near the pampering she should have. Although it's crazy when your running in the event, We still had some memories to share and I got to share my mom with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4hozYZ2fI/AAAAAAAABFo/zLo1AjvHdkI/s1600/102_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4hozYZ2fI/AAAAAAAABFo/zLo1AjvHdkI/s320/102_1329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471347582172781042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Jason and I made breakfast for my mom. It was nice but never enough time. &lt;br /&gt;Kobe couldn't wait for me to test my mother's day present out...so in my dress we went..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4gZVUFTbI/AAAAAAAABFY/zpjYJeLcs7g/s1600/102_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4gZVUFTbI/AAAAAAAABFY/zpjYJeLcs7g/s320/102_1303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471346216891927986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4gZsWG0aI/AAAAAAAABFg/wm9KlBGmidA/s1600/102_1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4gZsWG0aI/AAAAAAAABFg/wm9KlBGmidA/s320/102_1306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471346223074431394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to Candy's to join her at church. The Boys made the cutest mother's day gift of love and so excited to give. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4pdbLPmPI/AAAAAAAABGA/d8n-F2ARSeI/s1600/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4pdbLPmPI/AAAAAAAABGA/d8n-F2ARSeI/s320/girls2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471356182789593330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy surprises her girls with a flower....too nice of her and her I thought we were to give to her. We had a nice dinner were Wendell and the Girls shooed me out of the "kitchen clean up duty". &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4qEDQLikI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Y1VNpAtuVQQ/s1600/grandma+candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4qEDQLikI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Y1VNpAtuVQQ/s320/grandma+candy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471356846382746178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next spent some special times the a GRAND/GREAT MOTHER.....still bumbed I didn't get pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We topped off our evening driving home early to make sure we fit in a short Bike ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4p1yqVgiI/AAAAAAAABGI/qryLVSn8-9s/s1600/family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4p1yqVgiI/AAAAAAAABGI/qryLVSn8-9s/s320/family2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471356601410880034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BEING A MOTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!!Nothing touches me more than my boys. Trevor gets excited just to to see me walk in the door...Kobe and his sweet ways of just walking up to me to say "I love you mom." he is always picking me dandelions and snuggling with me. Both are still mamma's boys and THAT JUST FINE WITH ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8165022176069158120?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8165022176069158120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8165022176069158120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8165022176069158120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8165022176069158120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/05/noblest-calling.html' title='The Noblest Calling!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S-4ou_wfnkI/AAAAAAAABFw/l3b_0XcL6Nk/s72-c/mothers+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5441956548478881197</id><published>2010-04-20T11:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:22:56.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD!!! AND we are up and running!</title><content type='html'>We have been wanting a playset the day we moved into our house. Jason may say, The kids and I have wanted one, but when Jason saw this playset at costco for the asking price HE WAS THE ONE THAT COULDN'T LET IT GO!!! So thank to my HUBBY's ability to NOT SAY NO....we are finally satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma/pa came down Friday night to help load the light weight boxes and started assembling. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83sW46QyqI/AAAAAAAABDY/ohHfPZouLYA/s1600/102_1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83sW46QyqI/AAAAAAAABDY/ohHfPZouLYA/s320/102_1196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462281801048312482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reviews were great, beside that fact it said it took 12hrs to assemble. With the Idaho weather that means starting in the sun, going through a like snow fall and ending in a drought! &lt;br /&gt;BEFORE.........BEFORE.....BEFORE....(LOOKS LIKE FUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83sXRDfmUI/AAAAAAAABDg/AFMkNN1sz2I/s1600/102_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83sXRDfmUI/AAAAAAAABDg/AFMkNN1sz2I/s320/102_1200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462281807529482562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the late night at work, for me, the boys were ready to keep moving bright EYED bushie tail, while we had a nice day ahead. i made some delicious breakfast to get those mighty muscle ready. Jason finally got some good use out of his Christmas present. and Ryan was somehow suckered into coming down and going in on the fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83tmxNrUlI/AAAAAAAABD4/fNkoP0P38Os/s1600/102_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83tmxNrUlI/AAAAAAAABD4/fNkoP0P38Os/s320/102_1198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462283173371794002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83tl197tGI/AAAAAAAABDo/eAcZMWUiaBY/s1600/102_1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83tl197tGI/AAAAAAAABDo/eAcZMWUiaBY/s320/102_1201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462283157468066914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83tmd9_MdI/AAAAAAAABDw/z0hTTRzAE08/s1600/102_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83tmd9_MdI/AAAAAAAABDw/z0hTTRzAE08/s320/102_1206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462283168205713874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BOYS! AND GRANDMA FOR COMING! &lt;br /&gt;Kobe was A WEE BIT scared at first. it looked more scary without it being finished but once it was done.....loook out the BOYS CAN'T WAIT to go outside. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83uAuJ5dzI/AAAAAAAABEA/yTnrveUbDcQ/s1600/102_1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83uAuJ5dzI/AAAAAAAABEA/yTnrveUbDcQ/s320/102_1207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462283619227236146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER......NOT A MOMENT TO WASTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83vKHNCVcI/AAAAAAAABEo/yKMStuzejOk/s1600/102_1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83vKHNCVcI/AAAAAAAABEo/yKMStuzejOk/s320/102_1210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462284880081737154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has already put in some good kid time with have a bunch of munchkins over this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83u3p4Y-YI/AAAAAAAABEg/DsLR28poBrw/s1600/102_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83u3p4Y-YI/AAAAAAAABEg/DsLR28poBrw/s320/102_1214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462284562972866946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83u3JURp-I/AAAAAAAABEY/mvd6ftS_WDE/s1600/102_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83u3JURp-I/AAAAAAAABEY/mvd6ftS_WDE/s320/102_1221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462284554231457762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83u2hr1E3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/qEgKSxRkyps/s1600/102_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83u2hr1E3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/qEgKSxRkyps/s320/102_1217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462284543592829810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S TO NO BROKEN BONES, NO HORNETS NEST AND SUNNY WEATHER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5441956548478881197?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5441956548478881197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5441956548478881197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5441956548478881197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5441956548478881197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/04/sold-and-we-are-up-and-running.html' title='SOLD!!! AND we are up and running!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S83sW46QyqI/AAAAAAAABDY/ohHfPZouLYA/s72-c/102_1196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2215704006962298456</id><published>2010-04-14T21:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:29:39.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopp'n back a couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp9XUj1gI/AAAAAAAABCY/8d_cFYJCEEg/s1600/102_1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp9XUj1gI/AAAAAAAABCY/8d_cFYJCEEg/s320/102_1131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460379207419024898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp8yMHhFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/6OJWHBMZPJg/s1600/102_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp8yMHhFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/6OJWHBMZPJg/s320/102_1124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460379197451502674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had a blast at Easter this year. We started by coloring eggs here with the Jones. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8coOs3aRMI/AAAAAAAABB4/CMO0m9x1v-M/s1600/102_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8coOs3aRMI/AAAAAAAABB4/CMO0m9x1v-M/s320/102_1143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460377306236863682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kobe saw Trevor biting into an egg that GG peeled, so he decide the crunch into a EGG HARD SHELL AND ALL. His look on his face said it all. I didn't even know you could actually bite threw a shell. THEN AGAIN, I'VE NEVER TRIED~ His poor little tongue did get a cut. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8co0cu7TUI/AAAAAAAABCI/R0EkR5QPLjk/s1600/102_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8co0cu7TUI/AAAAAAAABCI/R0EkR5QPLjk/s320/102_1138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460377954741341506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor {with the attention span of a 18month old} loved coloring with the crayon FOR 2 SECONDS, then moved onto EATING THE CRAYON, Next he did good coloring them everyone around WAS GETTING COLORED BY THE KURPLUNKS, Finally he was all about "get me down!!!" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp9hCVK3I/AAAAAAAABCg/iq9-UNbX5vQ/s1600/102_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp9hCVK3I/AAAAAAAABCg/iq9-UNbX5vQ/s320/102_1132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460379210026920818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which his state of mind was quickly changed with the power of STICKERS, FOR 3 SECONDS....which leads to him being content with finally eating one! A little too much at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8coz6BjLJI/AAAAAAAABCA/0usqFEdbFW8/s1600/102_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8coz6BjLJI/AAAAAAAABCA/0usqFEdbFW8/s320/102_1139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460377945424211090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Cassia Regional for their egg hunt....that turned into an "INSIDE" egg hunt. Busy crazy, but warm. Then out to grandma Gwen's. Breakfast was delicious.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctHu930tI/AAAAAAAABDA/381IVEl1LxE/s1600/102_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctHu930tI/AAAAAAAABDA/381IVEl1LxE/s320/102_1173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382684099891922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Between the great words of wisdom mom read the Easter walk with the kids and sent them on a scavenger hunt. THEY LOVVVVVVED THIS!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctHC4dRkI/AAAAAAAABC4/GslAImpvhTY/s1600/102_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctHC4dRkI/AAAAAAAABC4/GslAImpvhTY/s320/102_1180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382672266020418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctIDmX5II/AAAAAAAABDI/D3gQ58AUdTY/s1600/102_1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctIDmX5II/AAAAAAAABDI/D3gQ58AUdTY/s320/102_1187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382689638474882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then moved on to make resurrection rolls...also a success! The boys woke up to find the Easter bunny found them. Kobe couldn't believe it!!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctGtIN2EI/AAAAAAAABCw/xY0aOemUPK0/s1600/102_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctGtIN2EI/AAAAAAAABCw/xY0aOemUPK0/s320/102_1171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382666426538050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctF2s3EfI/AAAAAAAABCo/PlYuVJ_-1s8/s1600/102_1164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8ctF2s3EfI/AAAAAAAABCo/PlYuVJ_-1s8/s320/102_1164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382651816284658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was personally upset because my camera kept dying and the video camera....well it wouldn't even TURN ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are so much fun that Kobe talks about them way after the fact. Even today he said something "like on Easter".&lt;br /&gt;Conference was nice. I love the start how Prez. Monson was so Casual and funny. Some of the talks really left an impression on me, others well lets just say they didn't make it to my brain through my ears....I can't wait to read the printed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we say, other than , WE LOVE FAMILY TIME DURING THE HOLIDAYS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2215704006962298456?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2215704006962298456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2215704006962298456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2215704006962298456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2215704006962298456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppn-back-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Hopp&apos;n back a couple of weeks'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S8cp9XUj1gI/AAAAAAAABCY/8d_cFYJCEEg/s72-c/102_1131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-1233857213263422897</id><published>2010-03-30T16:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:14:49.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky...</title><content type='html'>I know it is the last day of March, but better late than never. The boys and i had a lucky St. patrick's day. Kobe thinks now that every day is a special color day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K7X_vMLzI/AAAAAAAABBI/gZ5NhZNfNe8/s1600/102_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K7X_vMLzI/AAAAAAAABBI/gZ5NhZNfNe8/s320/102_1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454628119619841842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our traditional green breakfast. Kobe was excited....Green milk??!! Got the boys dressed in their GREEN gear. Went for a walk with Julie and headed to Burley to Grandma's house. I did a little scrapbooking, covetted her LUCK decor letters and Jeff picked up Jason after he got off work and headed our way for a winnie roast. Overall, Time with the family is always a lucky day for us! &lt;br /&gt;(kobe's drawing version of Jonah and the Whale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K7YmEUl0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/IopLcUdn3p8/s1600/102_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K7YmEUl0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/IopLcUdn3p8/s320/102_1008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454628129909020482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe woke up the next day and said NOW it's BLUE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also some really nice days that week. So, we managed to take the boys fishing. Trevor grew a little impatient waiting to bite, Kobe on the other hand couldn't wait his turn half the time and created his own rod. Kobe has also had one episode were we had not much of a choice and had to do his business outside. WOW&gt;&gt;&gt;now he thinks that he can do it all the time. Much cooler apparently! As women I wouldn't AGREE. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9vAeiOGI/AAAAAAAABBw/ufmcx-HDRrk/s1600/102_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9vAeiOGI/AAAAAAAABBw/ufmcx-HDRrk/s320/102_0999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454630713978665058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9uXqjwcI/AAAAAAAABBo/-sFnDGRD330/s1600/000_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9uXqjwcI/AAAAAAAABBo/-sFnDGRD330/s320/000_0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454630703023243714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9tieUP1I/AAAAAAAABBg/MxxIkOe9wZs/s1600/000_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9tieUP1I/AAAAAAAABBg/MxxIkOe9wZs/s320/000_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454630688744816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9tDo0hbI/AAAAAAAABBY/6sBMxJ8f9Fk/s1600/000_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K9tDo0hbI/AAAAAAAABBY/6sBMxJ8f9Fk/s320/000_0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454630680467375538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a successful day, you had to tear a screaming Trevor away. Oh how we love to fish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-1233857213263422897?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/1233857213263422897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=1233857213263422897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1233857213263422897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1233857213263422897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky.html' title='Lucky...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S7K7X_vMLzI/AAAAAAAABBI/gZ5NhZNfNe8/s72-c/102_1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8853250222872486365</id><published>2010-03-14T12:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:58:47.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventfull down and Back trip</title><content type='html'>Saturday,,,,,,,oh Saturday. The plan for Saturday was to pair up with Jeff and Mel 11:00 am to start our anticipated Saturday Date to SLC to watch Bryan Regan. We left the kids in the good hands of Aunt Tiki and Uncle Jacob. Early enough because of the great unpredictable snowfall. I guess not unpredictable. Mel did try to warn, but I thought ya ahuh right I got home at 2:00am and there was no snow. But not to my suprise less than 4 hrs later she was RIGHT! &lt;br /&gt;With a little later start to the morning and debating whether we should take her Tahoe vs. grand prix. Mel thought but what if we came upon an accident.....it's the EMT in her.....Mel just hop in! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xVLE5i0I/AAAAAAAABAY/2y8vrVrX9dc/s1600-h/102_0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xVLE5i0I/AAAAAAAABAY/2y8vrVrX9dc/s320/102_0981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448565364008520514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xUrxF18I/AAAAAAAABAQ/uWNH0oYut2w/s1600-h/102_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xUrxF18I/AAAAAAAABAQ/uWNH0oYut2w/s320/102_0980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448565355603941314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with love birds in the second seat we made it to plan B. Eating before the show in Bountiful at the delicious Texas Roadhouse!!! Between them and Olive Garden I could be set in this world! We thought with sick kids left behind and snow we better eat before and hurry back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50yrty_mNI/AAAAAAAABBA/fI2AoeUUcVQ/s1600-h/102_0992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50yrty_mNI/AAAAAAAABBA/fI2AoeUUcVQ/s320/102_0992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448566850797410514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50yrIxvm4I/AAAAAAAABA4/DbXU_lbO_pY/s1600-h/102_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50yrIxvm4I/AAAAAAAABA4/DbXU_lbO_pY/s320/102_0996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448566840860056450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 15mins before opening curtain, we eventually found our destination and made our way to park on the top floor of plaza parking lot and claimed our seats! What a beautiful and fun environment! We left with a bunch of laugh and snorts. Great entertainment! We did l;eave without of course running into someone we know. Hello Jenny use-to-be-Taylor! It was good to see you. You always look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50x0q5Q_iI/AAAAAAAABAw/96BJjd-3aHM/s1600-h/000_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50x0q5Q_iI/AAAAAAAABAw/96BJjd-3aHM/s320/000_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448565905125604898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50x0Gy0mOI/AAAAAAAABAo/eAtnzT7UigM/s1600-h/102_0991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50x0Gy0mOI/AAAAAAAABAo/eAtnzT7UigM/s320/102_0991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448565895434901730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xzoeI4kI/AAAAAAAABAg/AT9LhreeYNQ/s1600-h/102_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xzoeI4kI/AAAAAAAABAg/AT9LhreeYNQ/s320/102_0988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448565887295087170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next turn event not sooooo planned.&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the parking lot for almost an hour trying to get out! There were no unkind words to say to he other drivers or tempers raised because we decided to chill by throwing in the red box movies picked up on the way out. We would have rather been an hour down the road but nothing is predictable!&lt;br /&gt;With alittle mix and match weather of rain, snow and clear skies we made it to Riverdale for dinner AKA Jamba Juice!&lt;br /&gt;On the road again.....Jason thought to himself.....hmmm maybe we should stop at snowville to fill up on gas. We could have made it but what if we got stuck somewhere....after a recent family member ran out of gas on the highway....he didn't think twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how things all fall into place to put you in the moment you were ment to be...&lt;br /&gt;not too long later with Jeff at the wheel we came upon this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50w78gHpeI/AAAAAAAABAI/KK4NnLuEbKQ/s1600-h/000_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50w78gHpeI/AAAAAAAABAI/KK4NnLuEbKQ/s400/000_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448564930599429602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a church group coming from Boise heading home to Orem found the roads too slick and decided to rest in the barrow pit. It was a Lucky group of about ten people. We were probably 3rd on the scene. It hadn't too long ago because they were still trying to get out. Mel rushed over to assess the situation. I grabbed a blanket and went and swooped up a little girl and boy and brought them to our car. Luckily they all got out and all were ok. With a bunch of friendly strangers piled in our car trying to get warm the 13yr old stated he had hit it head and had not been wearing his seatbelt. He wasn't bleeding but had a bump on his head. As moments went by he started to have a hard time staying awake. who need ice when you have snow? So with our version of ice pack we had him laying back answering a million questions trying to stray awake and Mel at his side holding him in C-spine tell the ambulance got there. Their are sooo many wonderful helpful people out there. The boy eventually got loading into the ambulance. Which that was a hole story in it's self. We called the other half of their group to see where the nice people who had stopped to help had taken them. We still had their carseats in our vehicle, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple things learned...1)We probably should have listened to mel's whispering of take the bigger vehicle. 2)I'm glad we didn't cus the hour delay and glad we ran into my high school friend (unexpected delays) 3)Especially glad Jason listened when he felt we should fill up. 4) oh so much for plan B, but how thankful I am for caring family members and our safe arrived home at midnight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we really had what we needed at the scene. Mel a paramedic. Nurse. Jeff,A tough man that knew the area and not hesitate to call 911. A husband that knew Spanish. And a gracious Heavenly Father on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 2 things I felt bad about: Mel loosing her second blanket now and the fact we both woke up with had a huge headache = we quite make it to church. not that the time change didn't help either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a day and one not to forget! Maybe Mel....let's tone it down a notch next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8853250222872486365?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8853250222872486365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8853250222872486365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8853250222872486365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8853250222872486365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/03/eventfull-down-and-back-trip.html' title='Eventfull down and Back trip'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S50xVLE5i0I/AAAAAAAABAY/2y8vrVrX9dc/s72-c/102_0981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2697287740048648818</id><published>2010-02-22T11:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:55:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Day #22</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary Honey!&lt;br /&gt;Besides it's actually our anniversary today....I'm sad I really don't have many pictures to look at...but I won't go there cause that 1-cause there's no love there and 2-it's a long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LSKYhaNEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ExyyId9YzsQ/s1600-h/wedding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LSKYhaNEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ExyyId9YzsQ/s400/wedding+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441142375640085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LSKAlsPAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KOujCJH6Clg/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LSKAlsPAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/KOujCJH6Clg/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441142369215593474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how much my little nephew looks like my little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I already LOVE about today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments of brotherly kindness! Kobe decided Trevor wanted him to read to Trevor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LJ1r8Wt_I/AAAAAAAAA_k/7a36FZ9vZ9Y/s1600-h/102_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LJ1r8Wt_I/AAAAAAAAA_k/7a36FZ9vZ9Y/s400/102_0919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441133223983101938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LJ2Z93MfI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7n7gaKGEkhs/s1600-h/102_0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LJ2Z93MfI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7n7gaKGEkhs/s400/102_0920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441133236337455602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second love of today is...&lt;br /&gt;Did you anyone see Dinosaur train??? The subject today ....Dinosaur POOP! Yep you missed it?! Wow that's all I could say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2697287740048648818?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2697287740048648818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2697287740048648818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2697287740048648818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2697287740048648818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-day-22.html' title='Loving Day #22'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4LSKYhaNEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ExyyId9YzsQ/s72-c/wedding+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5338676709843463072</id><published>2010-02-21T20:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:13:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lov'n Day #19 and #20</title><content type='html'>There are many times throughout a marriage that are priceless. But nothing really compares to ALONE TIME! If there ever is such a thing. I applaud those couples that just get out, others put their kids to bed early to get such a time, but the reality for the rest of us....IT JUST AIN'T AND DON'T HAPPEN! &lt;br /&gt;So I say HALLELUJAH when our anniversary time comes around. Cause lets face I kinda like my husband and we always could use a little time to ourselves. Funny how you still can talk about those cute little whipper snappers even when they aren't there :)&lt;br /&gt;We appreciated Ryan and Meg so much for watching the Boys over night. Sis, I'm sure things would have been fine in your neck of the woods but lets face it you must have been relieved with what you have coming up on your plate. &lt;br /&gt;Every year we alternate taking turns. This year it was my turn. I learned it's so stressful actually planning and trying to keep things A surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQIBAjw_I/AAAAAAAAA_U/-_tMDzNQZQE/s1600-h/102_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQIBAjw_I/AAAAAAAAA_U/-_tMDzNQZQE/s320/102_0888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440929029712757746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQHy5_GjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/O_RhrA-5Exk/s1600-h/102_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQHy5_GjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/O_RhrA-5Exk/s320/102_0886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440929025927092786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big surprise came earlier in the week with tickets to comedian in SLC. Jason loves a good laugh and after a friend suggest the idea, I hopped on it. Unfortunately, it's not till March , so I still had to come up with something local and fun to do....sO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we dropped the boys off and headed off to dinner first. I was starving and was so happy to think could actually sit with out food flying towards the neighbors, Trevor trying to weasel his way out of he high chair, and stares coming from neighbors smile and in the back of their mind thinking "would it be easier to order out?" Why yes it would but we like to make appearance in public every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I hopped in the driver seat. Trying to disguise where we were headed. I had plans to go to Miracle Hot Springs and jump in one of their Private Pools. We both haven't done that before and i thought it would be nice and relaxing. After the Lady insisted that I didn't need reservations, we pulled to find there was a 45 MINUTE WAIT!!! Hum RESERVATION NOT NEEDED....THANKS! Although we drove all that way, we both looked at each other (I was mostly shivering uncontrollably) and said NAH. Then Jason remembered Thousand Springs had some too. I was bummed because I had brought candles to surround the pool and even had to buy Jason new swinshorts on the way out cause I couldn't find his for the life of myself and I very well couldn't ask him....so I was happy plan B worked. Plus it was a lot warmer even though I had looked forward to being open to the stars. I still light my candles and tried to stick close to the original plan.&lt;br /&gt;After soaking up, Jason fell right into my plan when he said "now I'm ready for a dessert" I had already figured that 1- your always hungry after hanging out in the water and 2-By then your over stuffing yourself at dinner. &lt;br /&gt;So we headed back to the house. Kobe was good to actually keep this sup rise to ourselves. I had transformed his room into a messauge Suite. I had tried to make these chocolate shelled mouse treats with fresh fruit topping and a chocolate pudding cake with strawberries and sparkling drink.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IPeFwBaTI/AAAAAAAAA_E/uz_ACc8nH74/s1600-h/anniversay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IPeFwBaTI/AAAAAAAAA_E/uz_ACc8nH74/s320/anniversay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440928309431068978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was topped off by chill'n on the couch/bed watching a romantic comedy &lt;em&gt;My Life in Ruins&lt;/em&gt;. I enjoyed laughing at at Jason's attempt to try to paint my toes.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday....Slept in...got breakfast...and relaxed spending the morning in the Temple. One of the joys of being close. It was a special day of sealings and learning so much more. Nothing could ever beat the time a couple spends in the Temple together. It was the perfect icing on the cake to the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;After we ran to Rupert and picked the kids (who of course missed us...did we ever leave?)and just hanged out with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQbTIZGtI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cydPRzlMK-s/s1600-h/8+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQbTIZGtI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cydPRzlMK-s/s400/8+yrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440929360994966226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm LOV'N My sweetheart! EIGHT years, it's amazing how fast time goes! OH How we have grown and together we are better. He is an amazing dad and still loves to show me that I'm his number one. He works hard to take care of us. I couldn't imagine things without him and I'm glad I don't .......IT'S FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5338676709843463072?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5338676709843463072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5338676709843463072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5338676709843463072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5338676709843463072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovn-day-19-and-20.html' title='Lov&apos;n Day #19 and #20'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S4IQIBAjw_I/AAAAAAAAA_U/-_tMDzNQZQE/s72-c/102_0888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5017500613527562540</id><published>2010-02-17T13:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:37:43.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #14 Love'n My Valentines</title><content type='html'>We got to spend time in Boise with the birthday boys (Ryan and Jason)!! It was a double to pleasure weekend as we went to visit Grandma pa Jones (the boys greats). They have moved closer and now are in the Boise area too. It was good to see them. I don't believe they had even seen the boys yet. Darn getting old and living so far away!&lt;br /&gt; I'm lov'n I remembered my camera for the occasion together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xP2dzhnkI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UtigDdUPWdc/s1600-h/102_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xP2dzhnkI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UtigDdUPWdc/s320/102_0782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439310247088987714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xP2MzWiXI/AAAAAAAAA98/oFhnQSWm93c/s1600-h/102_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xP2MzWiXI/AAAAAAAAA98/oFhnQSWm93c/s320/102_0777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439310242524858738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, We woke up to heart french toast and heart strawberries then off we rushed to church. Later,we went to my mom's for a Valentine's / Birthday party for Jason. It was fun to have an excuse to get the family together. What a great Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQwxy9QeI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6F8-0AZqZN4/s1600-h/102_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQwxy9QeI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6F8-0AZqZN4/s320/102_0833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439311248887726562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQwVY6ANI/AAAAAAAAA-c/sGCqMweSgMo/s1600-h/102_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQwVY6ANI/AAAAAAAAA-c/sGCqMweSgMo/s320/102_0832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439311241262268626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQvqpVopI/AAAAAAAAA-U/v_SzBkc8U8o/s1600-h/102_0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQvqpVopI/AAAAAAAAA-U/v_SzBkc8U8o/s320/102_0819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439311229788463762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQuo8-_xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zlTBa5V9fL8/s1600-h/102_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xQuo8-_xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zlTBa5V9fL8/s320/102_0813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439311212154126098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lov'n Together time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xSsA8vWfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/J0MskBNsBHQ/s1600-h/102_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xSsA8vWfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/J0MskBNsBHQ/s320/102_0788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439313366079199730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xSrjSHHNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1PY7DC2uGvc/s1600-h/102_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xSrjSHHNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1PY7DC2uGvc/s320/102_0840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439313358115773650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xSrE2bBqI/AAAAAAAAA-s/uSolVEfGwzY/s1600-h/102_0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xSrE2bBqI/AAAAAAAAA-s/uSolVEfGwzY/s320/102_0841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439313349946574498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5017500613527562540?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5017500613527562540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5017500613527562540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5017500613527562540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5017500613527562540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-14-loven-my-valentines.html' title='Day #14 Love&apos;n My Valentines'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3xP2dzhnkI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UtigDdUPWdc/s72-c/102_0782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8451665159842700448</id><published>2010-02-16T14:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:18:41.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #16 (come back later for #14)I'm Lovn my honey turning 30!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sJJgV2RXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/pt3NchH7W2s/s1600-h/102_0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sJJgV2RXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/pt3NchH7W2s/s320/102_0842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438951033885050226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SWEET WONDERFUL CHARMING HUSBAND BIRTHDAY IS TODAY!!! We have been celebrating it over the weekend (with his family in Boise), Sunday(with my family/Valentine's party. I made some of his favorites: carrot cake :homemade, apple pie, and pumpkin pie), cause today I work. I woke up and made him some cinnamon rolls (not from scratch of course)but still yummie and we took him some lunch today at work. Can you believe he said I could just make sandwiches???!! He said, "You make good sandwiches." I said he was wonderful, right?! So we piled in the car his birthday present (even the the t.v. was "suppose" to be it), lunch and a piece of chocolate cake and candle! He is a good sport!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sJc9nC5WI/AAAAAAAAA90/BNeu9fodr8A/s1600-h/102_0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sJc9nC5WI/AAAAAAAAA90/BNeu9fodr8A/s320/102_0847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438951368159323490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday honey. WE love YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8451665159842700448?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8451665159842700448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8451665159842700448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8451665159842700448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8451665159842700448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-16-come-back-later-for-14.html' title='Day #16 (come back later for #14)I&apos;m Lovn my honey turning 30!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sJJgV2RXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/pt3NchH7W2s/s72-c/102_0842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3827114772553187691</id><published>2010-02-16T13:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:01:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #9 Lov'n A new  LOOK!</title><content type='html'>BEFORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sFG9pcWXI/AAAAAAAAA88/CRJKlkmFDpM/s1600-h/102_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sFG9pcWXI/AAAAAAAAA88/CRJKlkmFDpM/s320/102_0683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438946592165747058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that my husband just let's me jump on a moment of feeling spontaneous! I've been waiting a long time to paint MY KITCHEN!!! WALA IN ONE evening (WITH KIDS)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REVEAL&gt;&gt;&gt;of Colors....missing the olive color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sFZkIwdPI/AAAAAAAAA9E/JbfaMyJ-oEw/s1600-h/102_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sFZkIwdPI/AAAAAAAAA9E/JbfaMyJ-oEw/s320/102_0685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438946911735280882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor still thinking "do you realllly know what your doing?" NOPE but it's fun anyway!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGi7hEabI/AAAAAAAAA9k/J7GRAA17CBk/s1600-h/102_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGi7hEabI/AAAAAAAAA9k/J7GRAA17CBk/s320/102_0695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948172141717938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HE TAKES CHARGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGhGO2z2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/CnkpX40LYP4/s1600-h/102_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGhGO2z2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/CnkpX40LYP4/s320/102_0737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948140658380642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product!!! ok almost I just need to still decorate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGiXr8hfI/AAAAAAAAA9c/NsfLJZRrWZ8/s1600-h/102_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGiXr8hfI/AAAAAAAAA9c/NsfLJZRrWZ8/s320/102_0772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948162523661810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGhqUPZ9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/fN2mtvarczI/s1600-h/102_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sGhqUPZ9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/fN2mtvarczI/s320/102_0770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948150344640466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3827114772553187691?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3827114772553187691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3827114772553187691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3827114772553187691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3827114772553187691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-9-lovn-new-look.html' title='Day #9 Lov&apos;n A new  LOOK!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sFG9pcWXI/AAAAAAAAA88/CRJKlkmFDpM/s72-c/102_0683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3679694138171192202</id><published>2010-02-12T14:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:45:51.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love'n the Fact I get to cheat, skip days and choose my Favorite Days to Write about!</title><content type='html'>February 8th!!&lt;br /&gt; What I'm Lov'n about today is it's my Mother-in Law's BIRTHDAY!!! Happy Birthday Candy! We drove to Burley and took her out to eat at the UPPER CRUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sDxXwu59I/AAAAAAAAA80/fvLNjaIG1zs/s1600-h/102_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sDxXwu59I/AAAAAAAAA80/fvLNjaIG1zs/s320/102_0330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438945121706895314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice way to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm love'n STRANGERS!!....the Upper Crust is a resturant at the top of Gossner's. It a delious place/plant that procudes milk products. They have a shop on the bottom floors where they sell delious dairy products. Well there was this lady and gentleman. The gentleman was blind. We'll we were picking out some milk and the lady was telling i ought to try the rootbeer. well they didn't have anysample of it to try. Long story short, we were behind them in the check out. When we got up to pay they they turned to to give the Rootbeer milk she had bought for US. PLUS she had paid money for the boys to have an icecream cone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3679694138171192202?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3679694138171192202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3679694138171192202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3679694138171192202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3679694138171192202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/loven-fact-i-get-to-cheat-skip-days-and.html' title='Love&apos;n the Fact I get to cheat, skip days and choose my Favorite Days to Write about!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3sDxXwu59I/AAAAAAAAA80/fvLNjaIG1zs/s72-c/102_0330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5254774973125338814</id><published>2010-02-08T12:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:15:30.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Late for Day #6</title><content type='html'>I'm LOV'n the fact we woke up at almost the time we were suppose to be THERE and my incredible abilities to drive like a MANIAC but safe...can those two wrods even go together? Literally things were flying as we tooking turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lov'n the unexpected exercise I got. It's amazing the exercise you can get when your late and drop off the other ladies and have to park VERY FAR AWAY! (thinks sis for working out with me!) We seriuosly ran....My shins hurting are proof....did I mention it was up a hill we parked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm LOVING Texas Roadhouse ROLLS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Jamba JUICE!!! I love the fabric I &lt;em&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/em&gt; BUY. AND....&lt;br /&gt;I Love experiences with my sista's, mom, and Jen EVEN MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BvH-yXPeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/22fAnQNsqng/s1600-h/sdc10354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BvH-yXPeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/22fAnQNsqng/s400/sdc10354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435966933140192738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5254774973125338814?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5254774973125338814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5254774973125338814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5254774973125338814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5254774973125338814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost-late-for-day-6.html' title='Almost Late for Day #6'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BvH-yXPeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/22fAnQNsqng/s72-c/sdc10354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2174601463134705941</id><published>2010-02-08T12:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:17:19.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH Day #5 and realllllllyyyyy Lov'n IT  (DAY of HOPE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpIYoUWoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NH4PfOnQmsM/s1600-h/102_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpIYoUWoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NH4PfOnQmsM/s320/102_0675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435960343007615618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpG_UU5tI/AAAAAAAAA7s/tJ-skXw2SwY/s1600-h/102_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpG_UU5tI/AAAAAAAAA7s/tJ-skXw2SwY/s320/102_0658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435960319033009874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpGG6gVmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XgIf81CUNGo/s1600-h/102_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpGG6gVmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XgIf81CUNGo/s320/102_0652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435960303892321890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up to see snow dusty things and not looking good. I had been debating all week to make every wait to leave tell later so I could attend this meeting that I missed out on last year = no raise this year. It was the first class off erred this year and Who doesn't want to get it out of the way right??? Well after my-sister-in law couldn't watch them anymore and I saw the snow....I finally said o.k bite the bullet....better safe then sorry and LET'S leave earlier! So off to Burley we headed to meet up with my sisters, mom, and FRIEND. Off we headed to a much needed TIME FOR WOMEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm LOV'n the chance to laugh out loud, get goose bumps from stories shared and beautiful music and refill my deprived tin cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3Bvk9qto8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/zqdZzwP10sw/s1600-h/JennyOaksBaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3Bvk9qto8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/zqdZzwP10sw/s200/JennyOaksBaker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435967431055877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some forgot we were in time out mode :) CeLes and her phone:)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpHxhFmHI/AAAAAAAAA78/NWmIQhTbIqY/s1600-h/102_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpHxhFmHI/AAAAAAAAA78/NWmIQhTbIqY/s320/102_0660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435960332508305522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun meeting up with Jen's Sister Heather at the conference. = post conference turning into a "later nighter" of interesting/fun conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BqXFRK1EI/AAAAAAAAA8U/T2bS8Mhd-XA/s1600-h/sdc10343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BqXFRK1EI/AAAAAAAAA8U/T2bS8Mhd-XA/s320/sdc10343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961695019914306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BqWp_3lcI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vF9Wpsvp8TU/s1600-h/102_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BqWp_3lcI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vF9Wpsvp8TU/s320/102_0677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961687699592642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always time for some humor among the seriousness....leave it to MOM! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpHfNXDeI/AAAAAAAAA70/noqSctExL8M/s1600-h/102_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpHfNXDeI/AAAAAAAAA70/noqSctExL8M/s320/102_0669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435960327593725410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2174601463134705941?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2174601463134705941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2174601463134705941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2174601463134705941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2174601463134705941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhhh-day-5-and-realllllllyyyyy-lovn.html' title='AHHHHH Day #5 and realllllllyyyyy Lov&apos;n IT  (DAY of HOPE)'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3BpIYoUWoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NH4PfOnQmsM/s72-c/102_0675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3177633129214425230</id><published>2010-02-08T12:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:30:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #4</title><content type='html'>I'm LOVE'n one more day tell We are OFF......For TIME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the last Four hours of work didn't go soooo hot. One patient having low blood pressure issues, etc., 2nd patient needed pain meds 10 mins ago or was that 30mins hummm, 3rd patient needs help to bathroom yesterday, 4th...well lets just say two words not taken lightly "chest pain", and I was thankful for the patient 5th patient! Which leads me to ....I LOVE the NIGHT STAFF/FRIENDS that made splitting my body into 5th almost possible! I LOVE that I'm not alone. I'm still Lov'n my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say already that I'm LOV'n tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3177633129214425230?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3177633129214425230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3177633129214425230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3177633129214425230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3177633129214425230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-4.html' title='Day #4'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3972005640531042724</id><published>2010-02-08T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:12:06.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #3</title><content type='html'>I LOVE "giving" suprises but I dont LOVE setting them up, so much anticipation that something will go wrong. Whic leads to...I LOVE the fact that even when I'm stressed I can sucker my sister wich = MORe stress for her! &lt;br /&gt;Love ya sis.....here's to fun suprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3Bh8V4L7pI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ue_JOYJs8UA/s1600-h/102_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3Bh8V4L7pI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ue_JOYJs8UA/s320/102_0560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435952439529041554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3972005640531042724?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3972005640531042724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3972005640531042724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3972005640531042724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3972005640531042724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-3.html' title='Day #3'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S3Bh8V4L7pI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ue_JOYJs8UA/s72-c/102_0560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-1254744274992512404</id><published>2010-02-02T11:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:21:06.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2 and Lov'n it</title><content type='html'>So because we ate too much last night it was a shocker we NEVER touched the icecream cake. So I laughed this morning when Kobe was eating breakfast and said, "I EAT MY PEACHES AND WAFFLE THENNNNNNN I GET ICE CREAM CAKE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lOV'N breaking the rules and having icecream at 10AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hz5SgwCnI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Vrbu1U8dssM/s1600-h/102_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hz5SgwCnI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Vrbu1U8dssM/s400/102_0611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433720378481445490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hz48TXtII/AAAAAAAAA6k/YHPQ7ylY9Q0/s1600-h/102_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hz48TXtII/AAAAAAAAA6k/YHPQ7ylY9Q0/s400/102_0610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433720372519744642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lov'n the start of final season of Lost! Finally I will get the anwers to unanswered answers of the twist and untwist to the story, un told story (those loving fans, YOU know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love'n my new calling and getting together with the ladies to have our "meetings"&lt;br /&gt;/get out of the house/bonding time. I love working with these ladies and to think we are just getting started!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sP1lJqG_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/XQzYmFd2ZyU/s1600-h/102_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sP1lJqG_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/XQzYmFd2ZyU/s400/102_0631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454788532739058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kobe on the other made me feel good when he said "IIIIII LLLove IT!" to my cooking last night. Day #1 of trying new recipes, with a little twicking!Recipe called for so&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPTugkqlI/AAAAAAAAA7M/v_lw7ovju6U/s1600-h/102_0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPTugkqlI/AAAAAAAAA7M/v_lw7ovju6U/s320/102_0627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454206929218130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPS90QsWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/M-I-5upNCzw/s1600-h/102_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPS90QsWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/M-I-5upNCzw/s320/102_0625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454193858457954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPSdMkhJI/AAAAAAAAA68/9Kp-LT-27xc/s1600-h/102_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPSdMkhJI/AAAAAAAAA68/9Kp-LT-27xc/s320/102_0626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454185102050450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPR2MYkJI/AAAAAAAAA60/ApiQ2xZ1ntU/s1600-h/102_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2sPR2MYkJI/AAAAAAAAA60/ApiQ2xZ1ntU/s320/102_0614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454174632284306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urcream. I wasn't so sure about it but Jason tried it on his half...not too bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-1254744274992512404?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/1254744274992512404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=1254744274992512404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1254744274992512404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1254744274992512404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-2-and-lovn-it.html' title='Day #2 and Lov&apos;n it'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hz5SgwCnI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Vrbu1U8dssM/s72-c/102_0611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-1884516447091353581</id><published>2010-02-02T09:23:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:29:21.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month of  LOV'n (p.s. not that kind :)</title><content type='html'>I have LOVED this start to February. Since our Stake President/Heart Doctor stated on Sunday, the best medicine is LOVE, I say this is the best month to celebrate LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;What I'm LOVE'N about February 1st...&lt;br /&gt;*Love'n the snowman the boys built, but it melted melted small small small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc_SMOdjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hqm_Cz2ulM4/s1600-h/102_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc_SMOdjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hqm_Cz2ulM4/s320/102_0598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433695192707135026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc-71v5CI/AAAAAAAAA6E/U4Nk7eyQrZo/s1600-h/102_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc-71v5CI/AAAAAAAAA6E/U4Nk7eyQrZo/s320/102_0588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433695186707276834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc-hLk-UI/AAAAAAAAA58/gXPWV9ufmoQ/s1600-h/102_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc-hLk-UI/AAAAAAAAA58/gXPWV9ufmoQ/s320/102_0605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433695179551078722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc-C1ILvI/AAAAAAAAA50/1WeuAjsKBNI/s1600-h/102_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc-C1ILvI/AAAAAAAAA50/1WeuAjsKBNI/s320/102_0579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433695171403853554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Kobe being in charge of treats for Family Home evening which = DQ ICECREAM CAKE  (of which i had NO influence on :)  &lt;br /&gt;***Jason was cooking dinner which = we got take out (chicatti china, the chinese chicken, you have a drumb stick and your brain starts tick'n....sorry it got in my head after Jason mentioned what he was craving). AKA Wonk'n Grill Mmm Mmm Dlish (Of which i still had no influence and really didn't want to but heck not cooking is always a plus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Kobe being Mr. Helpful. I started vacumming and he saw I needed the rug moved and he came over and grabed it and moved it to the couch, without asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** Kobe came over to me while I was vacuuming and stated, "Mom can I vacume? That would make dad so pleased. (where did he come up with wording) I was thrown off gaurd and like I'm going to say no. But then Trevor wanted to help out to, so it ended up being three people holding onto the handle going 0.05 miles per hour forward and back. If that doesn't such up all the dirt, I don't know what would! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hrd4G_LjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9wvJx6kGm5c/s1600-h/cook+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hrd4G_LjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9wvJx6kGm5c/s320/cook+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433711111444573746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******The 6th thing I'm lov'n is my cooking magizine. It about slow cooked recipes. Every since the Stake relief Society day in which I couldn't stay for the crockpot class, I have been dieing for recipes. With the bonus about this magazine is is it has a picture for every recipe!!! LOVE THAT!  I bought at Walmart. He acctually pointed it out. I said to Jason should we get it? His reply, I don't know, if you want to....TRANSLATION TO ME "Probably not, it's just another cook book" HIS TRANSLATION "GO AHEAD AND GET IT". If you know the me as the tight wad that I am, I DIDN'T get even though I really wanted. Any question about whether or not I usually choice NOT! Jason said later, why didn't you get it? I was like Dang I should have. Well you bet when when went to Wallies last night it was on my list. Then I couldn't find it, FEBRUARY 1ST....duh they have the next months magazine out....But I eventually found it!!! We'll see if we LOVE what I cook from it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2huf8gD7DI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FfcWmx33sC4/s1600-h/time+out.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2huf8gD7DI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FfcWmx33sC4/s400/time+out.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433714445518105650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******I only work 2 days this week!!!!!I'm LOVE'N the "TIME OUT" my two sisters and mom are going to this weekend!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's to LOTS of LOVE Each day In FEBRUARY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-1884516447091353581?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/1884516447091353581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=1884516447091353581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1884516447091353581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1884516447091353581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/02/month-of-lovn-ps-not-that-kind.html' title='A month of  LOV&apos;n (p.s. not that kind :)'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S2hc_SMOdjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hqm_Cz2ulM4/s72-c/102_0598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2111076588691974473</id><published>2010-01-26T14:14:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:27:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make things simple...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looked back at your day laugh and go humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Today I watched The cutting edge 3. The movie is probably 1hr 30mins long but it took over 3hrs to watch. I kept looking ...only 20mins left yet I hit pause probably 5,000,000 times. &lt;br /&gt;***Built a train track that I knew wouldn't last long without Kobe yelling at Trevor to "stop it", "don't go that way", Trevor is ruining it" etc...Yet there was moments of smiles and playing together....I said MOMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;***Folded the laundry from Monday and did dishes only to see more in the sink minutes later...TWO things you can NEVER be done with.&lt;br /&gt;*** Changed Trevor's bum 1,2,3,4.....times. Thankful we finally have one out of diapers!&lt;br /&gt;***Wrote a letter to one girl we just can't seem to meet up with visiting teaching. Making a hundred of pen correction from the hundred of interruptions from the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;***Listened to Kobe's hundred of excuses/distractions for not finishing his lunch...&lt;br /&gt;"i have to go check on trevor"...(after going to get him) "i'm going to race back fast"(first 3 attempts weren't fast enough so it repeat tell my head almost popped)&lt;br /&gt;...Then the imagination kicks in and I have to keep guessing what he has folded in his paper...Then he spills his drink not once but three times. You would think it would have only taken once but some how it still had some in it....Then he had to dance to the music that was playing from the computer (I have now moved to the kitchen table to make sure he didn't leave his seat). Needless to say it is amazing how long it takes to eat MINI CORN DOGs!!!&lt;br /&gt;***Colored pictures. You remember when in the Sunday paper they had a fun page and in the color page you had to find the hidden items. I had one printed friend the FRIEND and Kobe didn't quite get it but had fun coloring it after I pointed the items out.&lt;br /&gt;***Hide in a "spider tent" that Kobe built in my room with all the things I had &lt;em&gt;just put away.&lt;/em&gt; At least the ghost didn't find us! At first he called it his "train thingamigger" &lt;br /&gt;***Stood up to blog because Trevor wouldn't stop screaming or climbing my legs to get on my lap to push the buttons on the computer. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S19re0MLusI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BXNEA3V9zoU/s1600-h/102_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S19re0MLusI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BXNEA3V9zoU/s400/102_0571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431177852782099138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His cheesy smile only melted my heart for split second to helped him to be lifted to my lap only to touch a button in the first two seconds to only be placed back onto the ground!&lt;br /&gt;***Finally headed off to get Trevor in the bathtub after he decided to make his chocolate pudding into his version of chocolate Hair Moose!! ...as I leave Kobe at the table who is STILL trying to finish his 2 Mini corn dogs that apparently make really good "crashin cars". &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S19rfSWdknI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vBqIEXZqopY/s1600-h/102_0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S19rfSWdknI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vBqIEXZqopY/s400/102_0568.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431177860878275186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only to see Trevor snag one on the way to the tub...Some day he'll make Kobe pay up for helping out. What do you do?????&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2111076588691974473?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2111076588691974473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2111076588691974473&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2111076588691974473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2111076588691974473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-things-simple.html' title='make things simple...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S19re0MLusI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BXNEA3V9zoU/s72-c/102_0571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-4514565871391388952</id><published>2010-01-04T11:56:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:22:11.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of FUN! I love DECEMBER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LATfXdq-I/AAAAAAAAA18/L4pnef-inf8/s1600-h/102_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LATfXdq-I/AAAAAAAAA18/L4pnef-inf8/s320/102_0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108342377458658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month was game pack as I'm sure all was. I had wanted to take the boys to Temple square to see the lights. Lucky for us, the Hawkes family was going and invited all to join.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCB9Ucq5I/AAAAAAAAA28/QKDU1Q-Akrs/s1600-h/102_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCB9Ucq5I/AAAAAAAAA28/QKDU1Q-Akrs/s200/102_0113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110240203484050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCBLlU_8I/AAAAAAAAA20/sHxFzsp29V8/s1600-h/102_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCBLlU_8I/AAAAAAAAA20/sHxFzsp29V8/s200/102_0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110226852511682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After arranging my shifts to be covered WE WERE IN!!! A memorable trip it was. We decided to leave our vehicle at Little America and ride the Track to the square. I was a little hesitant having a stroller and fitting. Long story short....Missed Track because we didn't fit threw the doors...only to find we "should" be able to fit in the front or back doors. We ended up WALKING all the way there. #1= It was freezing cold! &lt;br /&gt;#2= it wasn't a short walk #3 our plan to eat before didn't happen #4 starving kids...&lt;br /&gt;So by the time we met up and the plan to eat before fell through we decided to just walk around. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LAUWIo-8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/_xgYD3yRgYo/s1600-h/102_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LAUWIo-8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/_xgYD3yRgYo/s320/102_0077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108357079235522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LATyuzZjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/rXukyV0OYqc/s1600-h/102_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LATyuzZjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/rXukyV0OYqc/s320/102_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108347575625266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who new it was almost 900pm Kobe started to cry that he was cold (no doubt that he was), we we round to the visitor building excited to see the Christ statue only to hear on the loud speaker "please start exiting...the building will be closed in 5mins!!!"&lt;br /&gt;NO STATUE....only time to thaw out your nose to only let the icicle turn to running bugger rivers!AWESOME! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LAU1DZSKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aHimQfzxD5k/s1600-h/102_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LAU1DZSKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aHimQfzxD5k/s320/102_0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108365378734242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we thought we would see the manger seen, but then once again...the spotlights would come on but NO SOUND! AWESOME! By this time Kobe was starting to cry hysterical saying "I'M COLD AND HUNGRY. I WANT &lt;em&gt;WATER&lt;/em&gt;" I think his little brain was frozen. Well we were the party bums and said we were cutting the fun short and heading back to the hotel and getting some grub. Both Boys cried all the way to Carl's jr. (lucky only 3-4 blocks away)at which were we hadn't realized how frozen Trevor's hands were and Kobe never made it the eating point only collapse on the bench and fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCARdiRhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/1NaGwoiu4sg/s1600-h/102_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCARdiRhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/1NaGwoiu4sg/s200/102_0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110211250570770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCAId5tJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/g-QrxcDBHB8/s1600-h/102_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LCAId5tJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/g-QrxcDBHB8/s200/102_0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110208836187282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LB_s4fExI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Xrhs1vI0H9A/s1600-h/102_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LB_s4fExI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Xrhs1vI0H9A/s200/102_0075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110201431495442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part was we ready and knowledgeable to ride the Track back and so when it pulled up we pushed the button the open the back doors and NOTHING! the mamn inside was trying to open it from the inside and NOTHING! needless to say I letchure Jason for at least not getting on with Trevor because Jeff couldn't make it Maelin (we would walk together back and at least one kid wouldn't be frozen) Jason then preceded to inform me Jeff got on and I would have walked back ALONE! OH! So we walked back AGAIN! only this time my stomach was upset! AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning we made our own version of the Little America breakfast....Waffles, eggs, ham, fruit, cereal, donuts, plain or chocolate milk....and wonderful company! Swimming, Kobe suddeenly discovered his independence.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LEAwUgE3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/HxkXa1iETYs/s1600-h/102_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LEAwUgE3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/HxkXa1iETYs/s320/102_0118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423112418557432690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was just swimming around and jumping in like a fish and Trevor loved the water once da mama was holding him. After swimming, we headed out and had a BLAST at gateway Discovery CENTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K-CFzJc5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/oanhdyt-FeA/s1600-h/discovery_center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K-CFzJc5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/oanhdyt-FeA/s400/discovery_center.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423105844433220498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were smart this time to DRIVE while everyone else rode the train again! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K-DliYA6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/Wz8S2iiaqkY/s1600-h/discovery_center2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K-DliYA6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/Wz8S2iiaqkY/s400/discovery_center2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423105870132675490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE4L88C2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/OCettmFBIbA/s1600-h/102_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE4L88C2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/OCettmFBIbA/s320/102_0215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113370867600226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE3v2guqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zZiQlP6IUis/s1600-h/102_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE3v2guqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zZiQlP6IUis/s320/102_0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113363324451490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LGhxMlqOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/NSrfPaLd-rc/s1600-h/102_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LGhxMlqOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/NSrfPaLd-rc/s320/102_0232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115184751618274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LGhil_e0I/AAAAAAAAA38/PPx4DWaV0Q4/s1600-h/102_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LGhil_e0I/AAAAAAAAA38/PPx4DWaV0Q4/s320/102_0214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115180831636290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We redeem our selves with looking at christmas lights by heading out to the South hills. I swear they had more lights this year. A warm night with tons of people. Trevor wasn't getting any closer to Santa and Kobe couldn't get enough. We went around at least twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE5t4RZdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DHMXl9z8nTc/s1600-h/102_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE5t4RZdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DHMXl9z8nTc/s320/102_0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113397154702802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE5EHnCyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/XXjo0fGxQns/s1600-h/102_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE5EHnCyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/XXjo0fGxQns/s320/102_0213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113385944746786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE4kaw00I/AAAAAAAAA3c/FMdQhuf_AE0/s1600-h/102_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LE4kaw00I/AAAAAAAAA3c/FMdQhuf_AE0/s320/102_0231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113377435145026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new tradition for our family and one only to be improved next year!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_CkWUHMI/AAAAAAAAA10/Z1ZZteAAV24/s1600-h/102_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_CkWUHMI/AAAAAAAAA10/Z1ZZteAAV24/s320/102_0052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106952145411266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_CHcWdzI/AAAAAAAAA1s/logRJfyMYmM/s1600-h/102_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_CHcWdzI/AAAAAAAAA1s/logRJfyMYmM/s320/102_0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106944386103090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and an old tradition (candle light dinner) we enjoyed with some friends! Thanks Julie for joining in on our craziness!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_BqtqQrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4p0CVB9Y0Oo/s1600-h/102_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_BqtqQrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4p0CVB9Y0Oo/s320/102_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106936674075314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_BZsOSpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rRzBtKOI_C0/s1600-h/102_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K_BZsOSpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rRzBtKOI_C0/s320/102_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106932104645266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0KkBlQd1AI/AAAAAAAAA0c/unX0kdbgVdA/s1600-h/christmas+eve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0KkBlQd1AI/AAAAAAAAA0c/unX0kdbgVdA/s320/christmas+eve1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423077248395498498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was at the jones with GG and PAPA and the rest of that side of the family. Then we headed back home to were we told Santa we would be. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0KkPNm4JQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8-8ftGFlcf4/s1600-h/christmas_eve_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0KkPNm4JQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8-8ftGFlcf4/s320/christmas_eve_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423077482565215490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning was soooo fun. Kobe would say to everything "IIIIIII lllllove it!" (it did crack me when he open a box of cereal With the REAL present INSIDE he said "Mom we got new cereal....I love it" &lt;br /&gt;Trevor on the other hand was hard to convince to move onto the next present.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LKjyspPII/AAAAAAAAA5M/T9WbSFTko6A/s1600-h/xmas+college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LKjyspPII/AAAAAAAAA5M/T9WbSFTko6A/s400/xmas+college.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423119617560755330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He would have been excited the the first present....A cell phone! It was a funnnnnnn and memorable Christmas. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0KvE-f4t9I/AAAAAAAAA08/uAj_pLRnSEg/s1600-h/xmas_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0KvE-f4t9I/AAAAAAAAA08/uAj_pLRnSEg/s400/xmas_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089401338574802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was glad to finally be finished with j's levi blanket (which Kobe one night decided to wisper ever so quietly to Jason "Mom made you a cool blanket for christmas...he was soo cute about that all we could do was bust up laughing) and GG pillow,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LFeEq78iI/AAAAAAAAA30/8IWwSs9Wbpw/s1600-h/102_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LFeEq78iI/AAAAAAAAA30/8IWwSs9Wbpw/s320/102_0237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423114021748077090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but I was happy with how they turned out.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LKkHkHumI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PEChuTZC2GU/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LKkHkHumI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PEChuTZC2GU/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423119623162149474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J surprised me with a get away on Sunday just the two of us. Thanks grandma and pa for watching the boys. Jason was even clever to bring long our toaster and some pizza's so we would have to go out to dinner on SUNDAY! We had a nice trip over to see my sweat cuz LISA and ger family. I wish the boys could have played with her boys but the time alone was NICE!! Monday we went shopping (this was part of my belated birthday spending) and lunch at OLive garden and we were back in time to go bowling for Mason' birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K-bG1PALI/AAAAAAAAA1U/YCbMh-gHcbU/s1600-h/night_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0K-bG1PALI/AAAAAAAAA1U/YCbMh-gHcbU/s400/night_out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106274207137970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got some time to play in the snow for a bit with some friends. I loved having Jason home for almost 2 weeks!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LHUUuyFzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cP4Dvxbf1qA/s1600-h/102_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LHUUuyFzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cP4Dvxbf1qA/s320/102_0467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116053283739442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LHT5_bclI/AAAAAAAAA4U/LXMcC8B0-Rk/s1600-h/102_0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LHT5_bclI/AAAAAAAAA4U/LXMcC8B0-Rk/s320/102_0465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116046105801298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LHTgPfpBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U2NmX2z6gCo/s1600-h/102_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LHTgPfpBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U2NmX2z6gCo/s320/102_0464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116039193863186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usually new year with the Beck' (great company, food and fireworks) was replaced with a DAY ON THE JOB! what's better then ringing in the new year at work?? But my sweet hunny had his parents came down and Brother-in-law and Sister came over just in case I got an "on call". YEAHHHH for me because I DID! I was home by 7:30 with plenty of time to play games, eat snacks and enjoy family time! Although I almost missed the ringing in the new years cause I had a date with "Jon". But I came running into the room just as they said ....1....Happy New Year!!! Fewwww that would have been a sad beginning to the new year :) We have had so much fun. It said that Jason had to go back to work...I was starting to enjoy things....We are excited for the new year and can't wait for the suprises it holds!!!! Happy New Year!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LInFJpjdI/AAAAAAAAA5E/m9G3PUaVm7I/s1600-h/102_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LInFJpjdI/AAAAAAAAA5E/m9G3PUaVm7I/s320/102_0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117475030601170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LIm-2bY3I/AAAAAAAAA48/U4XqPs6Ov4c/s1600-h/102_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LIm-2bY3I/AAAAAAAAA48/U4XqPs6Ov4c/s320/102_0478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117473339368306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LImQbkbaI/AAAAAAAAA40/-XvZl5hE_xw/s1600-h/102_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LImQbkbaI/AAAAAAAAA40/-XvZl5hE_xw/s320/102_0500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117460878683554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LIlyKp8nI/AAAAAAAAA4s/XKT6Mu2U1h0/s1600-h/102_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LIlyKp8nI/AAAAAAAAA4s/XKT6Mu2U1h0/s320/102_0511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117452754678386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LIlthDObI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qzc-bLiLyTg/s1600-h/102_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LIlthDObI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qzc-bLiLyTg/s320/102_0470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117451506432434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-4514565871391388952?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/4514565871391388952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=4514565871391388952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4514565871391388952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4514565871391388952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2010/01/month-of-fun-i-love-december.html' title='Month of FUN! I love DECEMBER!!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/S0LATfXdq-I/AAAAAAAAA18/L4pnef-inf8/s72-c/102_0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-352062534968017068</id><published>2009-12-06T18:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:48:14.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody is on the nice list....</title><content type='html'>The other night at work I noticed I must have left my cell phone in the car because it did not make it in the Hospital with me. There are many a times when I get in the car to see it on the floor or seat. So when my shift finally ended at 1:30 am or so I was tired and headed home, only to remember when half way home to look in the car before taking off. Well when i pulled in the garage i looked briefly but it was a no go. So i went and got Jason to start the process of "calling myself..AGAIN" Well I dialed myself and went to listen to it ring but was caught off guard when I heard something on the other end. At first I thought it was my answering machine automatically kicking on, but Nope it more sporadic sounds. I just sat there listening when finally someone said "hello?" "uh helllooooo, Where did you find my phone?" "Oh , it the person who's phone it is?" The girls on the other end where telling me that the where just getting off work and saw something on the ground in the parking lot that they thought was gum, but decided to take another look. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxxqQex5b5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/zRFNPUKfapo/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxxqQex5b5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/zRFNPUKfapo/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412317683565293458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had debated about calling someone on the phone at this time in the morning? What are the chances they dialed Jason's number and I was calling on it at the exact same time????? at 1:30 in the morning 10 hours after my shift started ???? Well I drove back to the hospital and met these cute girls to get my phone. There is nothing more frustrating then loosing your phone, other than having to BUY a NEW one and start all over again and at this time of the year when the pocket is dry. I am soooo THANKFUL for these two girls who could have decided to keep driving or not decided to call!!!! Amy and ? you DA BOMB!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-352062534968017068?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/352062534968017068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=352062534968017068&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/352062534968017068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/352062534968017068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Somebody is on the nice list....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxxqQex5b5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/zRFNPUKfapo/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-181698105328302097</id><published>2009-11-29T19:34:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:59:17.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful for batteries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE73yvLRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s-eIJOW5JME/s1600/102_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE73yvLRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s-eIJOW5JME/s320/102_0120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409743372781825298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving final plans had us heading to far off Rupert to Aunt Bev's house. They were gracious to eat early so we could enjoy some Turkey dinner and family time. Why....cause mama had to work!Unfortunately the weekend was not captured due to my batteries being dead. I even tried tricking them by taking them out and putting back in...think i'm crazy? Maybe, but after a good talk'n to they lasted for about 4 pictures.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE89HfGEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O9mu7946Cqs/s1600/102_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE89HfGEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O9mu7946Cqs/s320/102_0123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409743391390898242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I didn't minding working, ok who am I kidding? It's a good thing I like my job and the people! But the nice thing was I was asked to go home on call the night before Thanksgiving so I was rested and Jason had made the pies for the next day so not much cooking needed on my part.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE8HQMVKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/KvnqumeYbTM/s1600/102_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE8HQMVKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/KvnqumeYbTM/s320/102_0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409743376931902626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving night at work went like this: I get off work and home by 1:00am, change mt clothes laid on the couch for 2 hrs. Meanwhile texting my sister-in-law (who pulled an all nighter...drove with her sister from oakley to be here at 3:00am). So off I headed to Wallie World 3:30am. I don't remember getting up that earlier before with my mom. I don't know if it was because I was by myself or the fact I was cold already and anticipating standing out in the freezing cold, or nervous I was going to get trampled and still not know that I was there to buy...needless to say I was kinda nervous. Cheesy...but I was sooooo excited When I was able to just walk in and look around for a while, and position myself with my sumo outfit on and boxing gloves! ok not really but I did joke with a guy about pretending like he shoved me just to see if they would really escort him out like they warned. &lt;br /&gt;I was impressed to be at the check out at 5:05. I wasn't so impressed with the Shopko line but at least it was moving. I managed to wait a couple of mins in Target's line with my ONE item (impressed with my resistance to buy everything in site). I couldn't figure out why people were waiting in the two longest lines. I was excited to run into Alisha (Searle). I was excited to find out she is having a girl in April!!! i knew that trip for one item was worth it! Next stop back to darn shopko to get an item it decided I did want after all. My final stops were at some other stores for MYSELF!! I figured I had saved my birthday money and now was a great time to find some items on great sales!! Besides the bag starting to for under my eyes, Jason called and he and the boys had cooked me breakfast and were waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;Friday we ran to Rupert square to see Santa turn on the lights. The trees were so pretty and The boys loved watching Santa ride around on the firetruck as the band played behind him. Trevor was mesmerized by the the Fireworks. This year we decided not to waiting in line to sit on Santa's lap. Too cold! &lt;br /&gt;What a fun weekend. Tiring but oh so worth it. Jason finished off the fun week by making us a nice dinner tonight. I love the holidays and as Kobe would say..."Mom it's time to take down the TURKEY!" He is sooooooo excited for Christmas this year! He is already planning on bringing his bed out and sleeping under the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!JULIE AND SHANTALA!!!! p.s.s. I didn't have a lot of pics to choose from. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNMvhh4kUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NCiQvo1qqTY/s1600/shanty%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNMvhh4kUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NCiQvo1qqTY/s320/shanty%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751956740149570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNQ4aANqPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e15UUJHG6xM/s1600/julie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNQ4aANqPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e15UUJHG6xM/s320/julie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409756507385211122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-181698105328302097?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/181698105328302097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=181698105328302097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/181698105328302097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/181698105328302097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for-batteries.html' title='I&apos;m thankful for batteries...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SxNE73yvLRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s-eIJOW5JME/s72-c/102_0120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8480701386224660531</id><published>2009-11-17T16:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:59:31.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>potty training day #1 and #2</title><content type='html'>My goal is to have Kobe potty trained by the time he goes into Sunbeams.*** January**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SwM4kr3JdyI/AAAAAAAAAys/JHDeRRpB1u4/s1600/potty_train%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SwM4kr3JdyI/AAAAAAAAAys/JHDeRRpB1u4/s400/potty_train%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405226180675204898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some back ground....we have tried this before. breaking him into slowly. he actually peed once and got a stuff puppy for it. Then that phase died in one day. that's ok it was before Trevor and i knew once the baby got here we would have been back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real attempt #1: Lasted ONE day, if that! I had took him every hour. He had even made it thru a nap time. But after the second pair of wet floor/clothes, I thought maybe it's not today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I had been working my days in a row...lack of sleep on my part (trying to get a project done for a sister) and late nights at work, not so much my fault. Well thins dear friend named Allison asked if Kobe could come over and play, so one he could finally play with his buddy and #2 So I could get a nap in while Trevor did. I really appreciated it and took her up on it. Unfortunately during my comatose state Kobe decided he wanted to wear underwear!!!! I couldn't really say no, after all he was determined and already had his clothes in hand. I warned Allison and she was a trooper, "I've potty trained one so far, that's fine." Needless to say she said he pottied a couple of times and then she forgot to remind him and that was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jason has been on me saying, If you really wanted to you could get him potty trained. &lt;br /&gt;First.....&lt;br /&gt;the time always stinks. Someone is sick, going away for the weekend, work.....yada yada&lt;br /&gt;Second...&lt;br /&gt;He really doesn't tell me when he has to go. It is usually WHEN it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Third...&lt;br /&gt;No one said he couldn't try....Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK So I decided to really try....&lt;br /&gt;Monday: We have been going to the potty every 15 mins. At one point I thought "do we really need to go so often?" and that is when I would hear "Mom I'm peeing some help"&lt;br /&gt;Then again...Well We probably went through 5 sets of pants and underwear. One of those was when the missionaries where here eating, so our focused was a little distracted. Luckily he was in his room, "but yelled I'm pooping from his room" Which is not Embarrassing at all! The funny thing was he didn't want me in the bathroom with him. I don't know if he picked this up at Allison's, but I thought it was funny. Another thing I noticed was he actually tried sitting for a while and trying. before he would sit for 2 seconds and say he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: We started the day by getting underwear back on. I would set my cell phone to go off every 20 mins. So far today....4:30 pm and no accidents today. I swear he hasn't gone in the toilet, but must if not accidents today. Sure has made laundry a little easier. He still doesn't tell me, I just remind him or he hears the potty alarm. I got scared at one point cause he said he didn't need to go sit on the toilet and want to lay one my bed while i did laundry. So to cautious a laid a blanket down. One thing I noticed today, Sometimes he wanted me to stay and other times not. The one thing he doesn't get.....The stickers are apparently for trying (not actually going) so day one has a million stickers and we are out of stickers day two. But hey at least we are going in the right direction. We just can't EVER LEAVE THE HOUSE! ?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make any sense?????Potty training tips needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8480701386224660531?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8480701386224660531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8480701386224660531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8480701386224660531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8480701386224660531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/11/potty-training-day-1-and-2.html' title='potty training day #1 and #2'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SwM4kr3JdyI/AAAAAAAAAys/JHDeRRpB1u4/s72-c/potty_train%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2861879203306952147</id><published>2009-11-10T16:01:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:16:19.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so stink'n excited</title><content type='html'>#1....AFTER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvnyrjYxL-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/as3goyz4QRU/s1600-h/102_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvnyrjYxL-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/as3goyz4QRU/s320/102_0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402616058055045090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law Jeffery Sheppard, has finallllllllyyyyyy did it. He took the plung this past weekend. After many prayers.....Austin was blessed with the priveldge of the dunking. Which I will add brought smiles as Jeff's feet about came out from under him and his cute nephew giving him HI FIVE after while he was still in the Font. (with no glass up, we thought for sure a kid or paper airplane was going in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE... (no i didn't get these pics switched the first was jeff dressed up at a "rock star birthday party" on Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvnyrD2besI/AAAAAAAAAxs/89EEVBIp9Rg/s1600-h/14667_1148587155947_1265632657_2243098_6506352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvnyrD2besI/AAAAAAAAAxs/89EEVBIp9Rg/s320/14667_1148587155947_1265632657_2243098_6506352_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402616049589516994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Svnyq4pQWRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wetm_7T20yA/s1600-h/babtism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Svnyq4pQWRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wetm_7T20yA/s320/babtism.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402616046581471506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so inspiring. What a special testimony he shared on Sunday. What a better way to celebrate then a feast! This pictures doesn't do justice. Can I say, the support was huge. He had 90% of Oakley Stake house chapel filled with love ans support. Not kidding and for ONE special person! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, YOU"RE THE BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Benjamin and Nikki had their little BOY tonight!!!!! It was due later this month!!!!! When they said any day they really ment it. Its funny I had been thinking about her today...Who would have thunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvrjIN_kuXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RMMWps2ypjM/s1600-h/baby+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvrjIN_kuXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RMMWps2ypjM/s320/baby+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402880433319098738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvrjHvRBGsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/6SJ62MqrHr0/s1600-h/baby+beck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvrjHvRBGsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/6SJ62MqrHr0/s320/baby+beck3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402880425070762690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvrjHfLrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAyM/l1yrz1INwaU/s1600-h/baby+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvrjHfLrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAyM/l1yrz1INwaU/s320/baby+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402880420753392610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats bro on your First BOY!!!You are the best Dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2861879203306952147?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2861879203306952147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2861879203306952147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2861879203306952147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2861879203306952147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-stinkn-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so stink&apos;n excited'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SvnyrjYxL-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/as3goyz4QRU/s72-c/102_0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8857627985657090383</id><published>2009-11-09T12:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:32:33.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betch'a want to be in MY CLUB!</title><content type='html'>So today i took the boys shopping to find their cousins "a.k.a. MY Boys", as Kobe would say, birthday presents. First stop the music store. Which went ok, we came out without breaking any instruments. CHECK CHECK! The imagination station was next door so I thought we would check it out. Well to kobe's excitement there was a train set you could play with. I pushed Trevor around in a toy wagon while Kobe played. Well it was time to go and YEP&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; you can imagine what is coming next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Svh6_YoJtJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Qpzx2a9UYZU/s1600-h/tantrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Svh6_YoJtJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Qpzx2a9UYZU/s320/tantrum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402202982392116370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told Kobe we needed to get going and as As I was looking at a nearby toy I could hear a mom say, "let HIS mom worry/deal about him". I turned around to tell Kobe lets go and he was pushing a boy away from His toy that apparently the other boy -wanted or had. Well that just started the ball rolling. Next thing I know we are in a full Tantrum. Screaming he wanted to stay and play with the train. He was way past the "lets talk" point. Mind you I have Trevor buckled in wagon, trying to get Kobe out of the store AND I manage to forget my belt on my pants and with Kobe kicking I seemed to managing a THIRD problem of keeping my pants up. Did I mention Kobe waling all his body parts managed to connect his fist to my eye. Not so much hurting as was my eye freakin out cause all the lashes got clumped together(awkward/weird I know but it was making it hard to see with a blob in the corner of my eye, pants falling down and trying to figure out how to get a 1 year old wanderer and flailing 3yr old out of a story and into the car. Trevor has also got into copying everything that Kobe does, so he started crying. I finally threw Kobe over my shoulder once outside and put Trevor on the ground and tried to lead him while holding onto my finger. Somehow that didn't work out cause he manage to wiggle out of my hand and start walking away. For some reason it took three attempts to get Trevor over to the car and into his car seat. Meanwhile while getting Trevor buckled I was having to pin Kobe in between the car door and seat with my KNEE to keep him from running back into the store. I must have put on quite a show cause a lady in the car DRIVING by ask if I needed some help? NO SIGN NEEDED FOR THIS ONE.....We were flashing OUT OF CONTROLLLLLL! It is amazing how long it took to even do up the seat belt of a freak'n out three year old and how many times you have to pull over on the parking lot cause their determination can keep getting them. Eventually I held on to one of his feet while I was driving to keep him from sneaking out of the belt that was to my knowledge "escape free". Well he managed to sob all the way home getting louder as a I turned on the radio to drown him out. At home, time out tantrum boy eventually became quite. I thought with everything he might have fallen asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour passed.....Kobe comes out as calm as could be, "Mom I wanted to play with the train. I need to tell that boy I'm sorry."..... Wow....I wish that would have happened while we were in the store. After our talk the verdict: no toys/movies tell Dad gets home. Be happy or no Birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe eating lunch, "Mom i'm happy now. I can go to the party. We need to find that boy to tell him sorry. He has a house that is far away, we need to find it. I bet he has a grandma." Then after lunch, he was busy drawing smiley faces. Doesn't make you wander what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances it happens on my second attempt to go back out shopping? No, I'm not crazy enough to go back the same store! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(positive points) I'm Grateful For: &lt;br /&gt;#1-I guess I should be lucky this hasn't happened before now. Not too bad for a three year old, I guess. Not listening is one thing, but this was A+ DRAMA! &lt;br /&gt;#2-I stayed surprisingly cool (probably because I was in shock).&lt;br /&gt;#3-At least I know what he would like for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;#4- I now can say I'm president of the "Tantrums Drama Club"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8857627985657090383?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8857627985657090383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8857627985657090383&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8857627985657090383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8857627985657090383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/11/betcha-want-to-be-in-my-club.html' title='Betch&apos;a want to be in MY CLUB!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Svh6_YoJtJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Qpzx2a9UYZU/s72-c/tantrum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8298898860154106865</id><published>2009-11-01T15:16:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:15:47.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4VLfEzi4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/XZ4o2TBhFnE/s1600-h/birthday%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4VLfEzi4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/XZ4o2TBhFnE/s200/birthday%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399276290328202114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween week started off with Family fun for my birthday. I ending up with lots of family and a Delicious dinner prepared but yours truly and the hubby. Because it worked out best, we decided last minute to celebrate on Monday. Which ment I had to do some of things while Jason was at work. Unfortunately Trevor woke up to throw up in the bed (lovely, I know) and Later Kobe seemed to be the one to carry on the tradition. Scroll down if you choose not to read the next part....&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in the house Trevor made a sound and the next thing I knew warm a rush of warm milky fuzzies was oozing down the INSID Eand outside of my shirt and preceded only to stop at my waist thanks to my new garment bottoms. 2 positive things out of this: 1-Lucky for me I'm used to this sort of thing at the hospital, ok not so much on me 2-it happened so fast I didn't have time to gag, plus not looking at it helped and because I was the main target we managed not to get any on the floor (at that point anyway)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK READ ON&gt;&gt;&gt;YOU WEAK STOMACH PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was glad for that fact Monday was over. But the company and food were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the boys were fine again. Jason thought about taking me to Boise for my birthday for some shopping and Olive Garden, but we settled on staying near and eating at Apple bee's. Good thing because it did try to snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...work...and Jason started to feel not so great (24hrs) Thursday...work, Friday...work... 7pm comes a long and my tummie not feeling too hot..again next 24hrs...not soo good. Best way to get over it was sleep and not eating anything. Which means Halloween week was full of TRICKS and Treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4aSYzyVrI/AAAAAAAAAww/mUMOhR7QSAU/s1600-h/halloween_blog%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4aSYzyVrI/AAAAAAAAAww/mUMOhR7QSAU/s400/halloween_blog%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399281906463430322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4b1f88Q5I/AAAAAAAAAxA/zfxo1jJNoEo/s1600-h/102_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4b1f88Q5I/AAAAAAAAAxA/zfxo1jJNoEo/s320/102_0172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399283609187926930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys dressed up as a giraffe and Lil' Stinker A.K.A skunk. Jason let me kick it on the couch, but we still managed to paint pumpkins and cook sugar cookies.  Then we headed to Grandma Gwen's Halloween Primary Party. Kobe was a little unsure at first, but both loved the haunted blow up house and played some fun games. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4f7Fsq34I/AAAAAAAAAxI/DR9QJuF4ddc/s1600-h/halloween_donut%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4f7Fsq34I/AAAAAAAAAxI/DR9QJuF4ddc/s320/halloween_donut%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399288103266082690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first Kobe insisted going home rather then Trunk and Treating. What kid wouldn't want candy? Apparently him. But then we found little superwoman Maelin and then he caught on. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4h53njaaI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xhdX16z48ZE/s1600-h/halloween_skunk%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4h53njaaI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xhdX16z48ZE/s320/halloween_skunk%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399290281329912226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The final stops at GG and PAPA (before they headed off for Arizona) and Grandma/pa Jones. I was just glad for the extra hour of sleep. Aren't we all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks fam for coming to the party and making Halloween fun for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4bZGCsRuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/u8nalqSK6e0/s1600-h/102_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4bZGCsRuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/u8nalqSK6e0/s400/102_0156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399283121196386018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on November!!! (p.s. thanks Kim for the website, maybe I'll figure out how to do it faster.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8298898860154106865?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8298898860154106865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8298898860154106865&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8298898860154106865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8298898860154106865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-weak-stomach-people-well-i-was-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Su4VLfEzi4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/XZ4o2TBhFnE/s72-c/birthday%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-9018823011252908023</id><published>2009-10-25T15:27:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:42:18.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time at Unexpected Time</title><content type='html'>Jason's Uncle Steve passed away in His home after a battle of cancer. With sadden times brings a Reuniting of Family. It was nice to see the Jones'. Unfortunately, we don't really get together as a family with that side of the bunch. His kids did a great job and it turned out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTLPMqXePI/AAAAAAAAAvo/xF9_USNY3tY/s1600-h/102_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTLPMqXePI/AAAAAAAAAvo/xF9_USNY3tY/s200/102_0087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396661715454097650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosha and Madison were able to make the trip this way. Kobe couldn't wait for her to arrive and thought any one who knock on the door just had to be her. Any time Madison comes down there is a MUST STOP.....HOP TO IT! So we got together and kids went wild what they do best! PLAY! Missing in action were the pictures of the Adults racing through the blow up toys/slide...the winner...No there was no shame as the people working there kept the KIDS off the TOYS while the dangerous race was on!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTKAk6lVSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2zmXhB18wpg/s1600-h/102_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTKAk6lVSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2zmXhB18wpg/s200/102_0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396660364754900258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTKAfiG0nI/AAAAAAAAAvY/AgqsWIy4inc/s1600-h/102_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTKAfiG0nI/AAAAAAAAAvY/AgqsWIy4inc/s200/102_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396660363310060146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTJ_zCCOAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8UIHLI_55rk/s1600-h/102_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTJ_zCCOAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8UIHLI_55rk/s200/102_0078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396660351364380674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTJ_QEAX0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/kjbbygeXD7E/s1600-h/102_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTJ_QEAX0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/kjbbygeXD7E/s200/102_0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396660341977407298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe loves spending time with Maddison. Grandma decided to show us a pumpkin patch near by. The boys had a blast running around and couldn't decide witch pumpkin was the perfect one. After 10 miles of hiking around Kobe narrowed it down to a "White" one. Fewwww that narrowed things down to Only 200! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe loves this time of year and says "look mom out my window...there FIVE pumpkins...thats to 'cool for school'". Jason is great. HE wired in a light switch so I could have pumpkins that light up on my planter shelf and my friend Julie inspired me with her creation for my version of a wreath makeover. Unfortunately the before shot would be a ugly scarecrow on a wooden circle and AFTER.... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTRdF-SgmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/uAVvbnFCrnk/s1600-h/102_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTRdF-SgmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/uAVvbnFCrnk/s320/102_0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396668551246545506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTNLoKUnCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mcC_eDi6jpU/s1600-h/102_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTNLoKUnCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mcC_eDi6jpU/s320/102_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396663853139663906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the sick times...it's good we have a minnie nurse in the family taking care of &lt;br /&gt;US OR I should say DAD. This is the "early" on picture of the things he covered him up with: Kobe's blanket, pillow, rug, Trevor's chair and sippie cup...eventually all the star pillows and animals from his room were piled on. He pulled the curtains in the living room and told &lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;"SHHHHH dad is sleep'n he's sick and needs to see the doctor. Most of which was not true and Jason was just soaking up his PAMPER time. Overall, we have enjoyed this fall season! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTOXBBkdeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/oD5RG5un1JI/s1600-h/102_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTOXBBkdeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/oD5RG5un1JI/s400/102_0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396665148304029154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTPm_Nn7vI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Mejd-LQti9E/s1600-h/102_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTPm_Nn7vI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Mejd-LQti9E/s400/102_0194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396666522207252210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-9018823011252908023?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/9018823011252908023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=9018823011252908023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/9018823011252908023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/9018823011252908023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-time-at-unexpected-time.html' title='Family Time at Unexpected Time'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SuTLPMqXePI/AAAAAAAAAvo/xF9_USNY3tY/s72-c/102_0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-7566689493843629788</id><published>2009-10-12T17:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:56:16.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so much a One year "WELL" visit....</title><content type='html'>BEFORE...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/StP3EpGczzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LDT9S9O64QE/s1600-h/102_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/StP3EpGczzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LDT9S9O64QE/s320/102_0076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391924838017060658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor's well visit came and he suddenly started getting a runny nose two nights before. Ya, he has been a little fussy, but contributed it to his new tooth trying to come in. No temps....sooo.....it's all good. I expected sick days would come after hang'n with the family over conference weekend and birthdays. So when we went to his visit Thursday, I mentioned he had been a little more fussy then his norm, but temps and darn those teeth and runny noses. OUTCOME: The poor little guy now has 4 shots in his "health strong" legs, a cold, a new tooth coming in and ANOTHER ear infection. The doctor gave me some options: 1-hold off on giving medication and see if it clears up and see him to 4 weeks or so 2-start meds and see him in 2-3 weeks. Either way if he gets fussy for what ever reason treat him. Well Jason think why we would hold off and after he got home the next day I couldn't either (fussy was just getting worse)So Needless to say we started medication Friday night and started having temps Sunday. Doctor thinks he may have build a resistance to the amoxicillin because it has been so soon since his last ear battle. Humph...At least it's not the SWINE FLu!!! But my little guy ain't so happy, whether it's the repercussions of the shots/pain, tooth, cold....either way I think his cries say "I just don't know what YOU were thinking...I just DON'T feel good people". Hopefully in a couple of days He'll he back to feeling up to himself, and now MY COLD will go away. &lt;br /&gt;AFTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/StP5B_CXdCI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i3pX0w3ujgg/s1600-h/102_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/StP5B_CXdCI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i3pX0w3ujgg/s400/102_0661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391926991389160482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-7566689493843629788?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/7566689493843629788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=7566689493843629788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7566689493843629788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7566689493843629788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-much-one-year-well-visit.html' title='Not so much a One year &quot;WELL&quot; visit....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/StP3EpGczzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LDT9S9O64QE/s72-c/102_0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-1270306346982407511</id><published>2009-10-01T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:19:19.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH</title><content type='html'>Apparrently our computer has crashed which has really driven me crazy/bonkers/coocoo. I'm trying to post pics and such but unforntunately EVERYTHING is messed up/LOST/ or mostly both .It seems when i finally get something fixed something else becomes the problem. So....GRRRRRRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-1270306346982407511?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/1270306346982407511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=1270306346982407511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1270306346982407511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1270306346982407511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/10/crash.html' title='CRASH'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-539574016737403626</id><published>2009-09-28T14:42:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:14:33.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE year old and cuuuteRRRR tooo.... Happy birthday 2 you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUKtxhzSVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2A-UafDXG1M/s1600-h/102_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUKtxhzSVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2A-UafDXG1M/s320/102_0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724310724168018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party time hasn't seemed to end our home. With two close birthdays, we celebrated our two little engines birthdays together. And then of course our little family celebrated their special day on their actual birthday. After all, Trevor is turning ONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrkxu6c2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/L_iRxja_opo/s1600-h/102_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrkxu6c2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/L_iRxja_opo/s200/102_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387690071299879778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrkLhjydI/AAAAAAAAAtE/0w6ltDDPP_Y/s1600-h/102_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrkLhjydI/AAAAAAAAAtE/0w6ltDDPP_Y/s200/102_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387690061043321298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was to train hauling good time, as all the passengers arrived. Kobe was excited to have his train birthday cake and Trevor well he couldn't understand why he couldn't put his finger into it. Thanks to family, the boys had a blast and were spoiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrDxG6fRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_ASQOxgqgWA/s1600-h/000_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrDxG6fRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_ASQOxgqgWA/s200/000_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689504196427026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrDlgI6SI/AAAAAAAAAs0/A_vfKlv8KgI/s1600-h/000_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTrDlgI6SI/AAAAAAAAAs0/A_vfKlv8KgI/s200/000_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689501081004322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Trevor had some favorite things for breakfast. He is so fun to watch trying to figure out what to do with that glowing fire. I love this picture because he looks like a pro, but really he is doing his famous "OH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUKOZtlCSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eKSwHJqZaC8/s1600-h/102_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUKOZtlCSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eKSwHJqZaC8/s320/102_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723771755170082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally we made it to a long awaited "Hop To It" The boys went crazy running around. Trevor got excited just on the climb up the slide and Kobe loved the new baseball game. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUQqcCIgJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zkujHQg_QMI/s1600-h/102_0098-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUQqcCIgJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zkujHQg_QMI/s320/102_0098-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387730850484355218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUNQkHoVnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-TAXYkFydMo/s1600-h/102_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUNQkHoVnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-TAXYkFydMo/s200/102_0109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387727107443414642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUNQAmE5gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yGUwVDuaOXA/s1600-h/102_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUNQAmE5gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yGUwVDuaOXA/s200/102_0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387727097907439106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was complete with going out to dinner. Trevor crashed on the way home, but still managed to through in some excitement with launching some surprises in the bathtub, making for a quick get away and kobe going "oh....Trevor pooped in the tub".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUMXvLlYbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UcG_UJr0A8M/s1600-h/102_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUMXvLlYbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UcG_UJr0A8M/s200/102_0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387726131160244658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUMXPBdCVI/AAAAAAAAAts/hpRHtzfe65s/s1600-h/102_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUMXPBdCVI/AAAAAAAAAts/hpRHtzfe65s/s200/102_0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387726122527820114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, it was still full of surprises and a lot of fun playing with their new toys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love your little smile and giggles.We can't believe how fast you catch onto things...You love to try to do everything that Kobe does. Everyone always says you look too little to be walking or running for that matter. We love the way you say "uh" meaning one when we ask you how old you are and showing us your one finger that conveniently finds it way to your nose or ours :) We love how you get excited to see Kobe in the morning and how you smile mischievously as you push the power button on the DVD player and giggle as come running after you. I love the way you get so sad and pout out that lip when we tell you No. Your little squeals you make when you feel left out either on the couch or when someone goes outside without you. We love how you get excited and totally be crying but immediately start clapping/smiling when you hear us start singing "If your happy..." and most of all I love the way you melt my heart when you tilt your head to the side and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTqr4LMbeI/AAAAAAAAAss/223jPUpDE14/s1600-h/102_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsTqr4LMbeI/AAAAAAAAAss/223jPUpDE14/s200/102_0042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689093776567778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Birthday Trevor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-539574016737403626?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/539574016737403626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=539574016737403626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/539574016737403626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/539574016737403626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-year-old-and-cuterrrr-tooo-happy.html' title='ONE year old and cuuuteRRRR tooo.... Happy birthday 2 you!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SsUKtxhzSVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2A-UafDXG1M/s72-c/102_0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2486259326256274250</id><published>2009-09-21T21:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:15:51.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3!!!</title><content type='html'>Kobe has been gearing and thinking about his birthday for months now. He has gone through a million birthday party ideas...changing his mind on the type of birthday cake...and what he wants. Not so much changing his mind on what he wants but more so as he would quote me "You want everything." Well September 21st has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7Q1zS_oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fj0q3hsIvKM/s1600-h/102_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7Q1zS_oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fj0q3hsIvKM/s320/102_0800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384399990004317826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7QDHcPbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/X1Aa8EtywH8/s1600-h/102_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7QDHcPbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/X1Aa8EtywH8/s320/102_0798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384399976398601650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7OCiAW_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/UHz8xNS1Iy8/s1600-h/102_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7OCiAW_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/UHz8xNS1Iy8/s320/102_0777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384399941881846770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend a day focusing on him. Kobe woke up and had french toast, watermelon and a candle. He blew the candle out before I even got to tell him he had to make a wish. It is so fun to have a little guy that finally gets a "birthday". He giggled as Grandma Gwen sang what i think was happy birthday. All he said after the conversation was, "grandma's funny." While he was too busy watching Dinosaur trains to talk to his dad, other's did manage to catch his attention for a minute to wish him a Happy Birthday. that is while...at the library reading a book and my favorite was Aunt Megan's call while he was going down the slide or climbing it for that matter. It's funny how at his age he think you can see what it going on the other side of the phone. He kept showing people how old he was on the phone, in case you couldn't see he followed it with "I'm free". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7PosjYaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/aFQK_oPeQ2k/s1600-h/102_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7PosjYaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/aFQK_oPeQ2k/s320/102_0792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384399969306501538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7O_b15lI/AAAAAAAAAr8/08zUR6DTP4M/s1600-h/102_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7O_b15lI/AAAAAAAAAr8/08zUR6DTP4M/s320/102_0782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384399958230558290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we managed to squeeze in the library, park, dinosaur nuggets in a tent in the living room while watching Spirit at lunch, present opening time and a spontaneous get together with G.G. , papa, grandma and pa Jones, Dust buster, Tiki and Jacob. We had homemade pizza, salsa, veggie tray, and Kobe picked out a Lightening McQueen Ice cream Cake. They unfortunate surprise of going to Hop To IT turning out to be a Surprise we close in 5 MINS!! I think I was more bummed then Kobe. He loves that place and We were all excited to go watch him break loose, but instead we ran to the park and watched him take on Uncle Dustin on a race around the toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk8mQI7gSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CbXNxmKIqV8/s1600-h/102_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk8mQI7gSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CbXNxmKIqV8/s200/102_0814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384401457363255586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk8l_0Z4tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QjvqPRkQqeE/s1600-h/102_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk8l_0Z4tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QjvqPRkQqeE/s200/102_0825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384401452982198994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must of had a great day because he fell asleep on the way home and was in bed by 8:30pm. Well thanks fam for the phone calls. It really made him feel special today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe loves to do so many things at this age: trains, dinosaurs, hence PBS' Dinosaur Trains, finding the moon and stars, pirates, movies the latest "Spirit" on second renting from the Library, parks, library, Thomas the Train, I spys, HIS MOM, snich tomatoes from the garden with his shadow and partner in crime Trevor, learning!!!!, water, cooking, helping put away the silverwear, picking up SPIDERS and worms, painting (when my mom lets me), dancing to music on movies, singing (He knows from the first tune "MY BIG GREEN TRACTOR", making Trevor laugh, wrastling and hanging with His cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk6AsH7KwI/AAAAAAAAArs/D7ZOEcRNkSE/s1600-h/102_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk6AsH7KwI/AAAAAAAAArs/D7ZOEcRNkSE/s320/102_0744.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384398613016947458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kobe doesn't like at this age: Not a lot , that is it depends on the day but the one thing that is consistent: he hates getting dress on only one day of the week, which happens to be Sundays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Kobe!!! I remember the day you came and moment I held you, I knew you were my special "Sonshine" You make us smile everyday with your cute and spontaneous comments. You surprise us everyday with your smart and unbelievable whits. You teach us something everyday that we could do better because of your example. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2486259326256274250?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2486259326256274250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2486259326256274250&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2486259326256274250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2486259326256274250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-3.html' title='The Big 3!!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Srk7Q1zS_oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fj0q3hsIvKM/s72-c/102_0800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3572469307297266934</id><published>2009-09-08T12:49:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:58:19.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>August Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatTSIoPPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jnAuveoJnYk/s1600-h/102_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatTSIoPPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jnAuveoJnYk/s320/102_0653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177351737785586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August was a busy month of fun. First teeth and WALKing like crazy...fair time...my 10yr class reunion and more. We had a lot of fun as a family and have tried to enjoy the sun, but honestly I LOVE FALL! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatVXFm61I/AAAAAAAAAqc/FcAbXWvVWOo/s1600-h/102_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatVXFm61I/AAAAAAAAAqc/FcAbXWvVWOo/s320/102_0674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177387427031890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatVCjn3wI/AAAAAAAAAqU/bMAGZ3dewf0/s1600-h/102_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatVCjn3wI/AAAAAAAAAqU/bMAGZ3dewf0/s320/102_0670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177381915778818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatUuOq_KI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Xfz4fVHR4xg/s1600-h/102_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatUuOq_KI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Xfz4fVHR4xg/s320/102_0668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177376459193506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatUPBnCSI/AAAAAAAAAqE/P1LtnCgHB_4/s1600-h/102_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatUPBnCSI/AAAAAAAAAqE/P1LtnCgHB_4/s320/102_0667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177368082909474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I would ahve taken more pics. It was fun to see so many friends. Others...you were missed. Jason would have to say it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He got quite a chuckle out of Jordan A.K.A MC. It was so fun to see classmates/friends with their cute kids. It even turned out the Fun run...was great. Who knew it would be a great time to socialize while running. I just they raised some good money for Mr. Call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried a couple of times to take Kobe fishing, but heck we still have some time. less of summer to catch the BIG ONE or anyone for that matter. Don't get me wronbg, Jason ahs gone on fishing trips and caught fish it's just WE weren't there ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sqaqv2Xl5PI/AAAAAAAAApk/_9UH2Dy0dkc/s1600-h/102_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sqaqv2Xl5PI/AAAAAAAAApk/_9UH2Dy0dkc/s320/102_0577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379174543965676786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sqaqvaq3L7I/AAAAAAAAApc/8DIy1IM5TKA/s1600-h/102_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sqaqvaq3L7I/AAAAAAAAApc/8DIy1IM5TKA/s320/102_0574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379174536530309042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little late, but we did manage to squeeze in the promise water slide. Kobe was a maniace and Trevor...well you couldn't see him for the splashes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sqark0rgC0I/AAAAAAAAAp0/95m76ll6iDc/s1600-h/102_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sqark0rgC0I/AAAAAAAAAp0/95m76ll6iDc/s320/102_0604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379175454045375298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqarkTLlCII/AAAAAAAAAps/W7V9v_s2HgY/s1600-h/102_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqarkTLlCII/AAAAAAAAAps/W7V9v_s2HgY/s320/102_0593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379175445053114498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention our FIRST GARDEN turned out not too shabby. The boys sometimes get lost in the tomato plants because their HUGE and Kobe loves to just go out and pick some pear and cherry tomatoes and eat them like candy!! Just like his mama! Although next year I think there area a few things I would do differently...like thin our funky carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqazMqw63NI/AAAAAAAAArk/EJrM6Hxrhgc/s1600-h/102_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqazMqw63NI/AAAAAAAAArk/EJrM6Hxrhgc/s320/102_0733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379183835159911634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqazMM0okSI/AAAAAAAAArc/dMciixXgM6Q/s1600-h/102_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqazMM0okSI/AAAAAAAAArc/dMciixXgM6Q/s320/102_0718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379183827122426146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit the Twin Falls County Fair is awesome for kids with their petting area. Kobe even milked a cow, but no camera! So at best these are from the Cassia fair.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqavWMtXIZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_sFPskf0aeo/s1600-h/102_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqavWMtXIZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_sFPskf0aeo/s320/102_0704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379179600844104082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqavV9_glRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PCi0K-uCj80/s1600-h/102_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqavV9_glRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PCi0K-uCj80/s320/102_0694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379179596893689106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqavVQ4uswI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pnM7yCYw1o8/s1600-h/102_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqavVQ4uswI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pnM7yCYw1o8/s320/102_0686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379179584785658626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqawmaFR43I/AAAAAAAAArE/Cvcv9Y8ywgs/s1600-h/102_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqawmaFR43I/AAAAAAAAArE/Cvcv9Y8ywgs/s320/102_0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379180978823619442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqawlsloSdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/H8OKNJ8J0I8/s1600-h/102_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqawlsloSdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/H8OKNJ8J0I8/s320/102_0707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379180966611274194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September awaits Kobe turning 3 and a week later Trevor turns 1!!!!! I think Kobe has been talking about turning 3 for months and has chnage his mind on what kind of birthday cake just as many times. He is EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqaxHjLs4ZI/AAAAAAAAArU/-dkGa6ZNSBA/s1600-h/102_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqaxHjLs4ZI/AAAAAAAAArU/-dkGa6ZNSBA/s320/102_0630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379181548202156434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqaxHaXNJ4I/AAAAAAAAArM/XSxBBCEjEnc/s1600-h/102_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqaxHaXNJ4I/AAAAAAAAArM/XSxBBCEjEnc/s320/102_0632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379181545834489730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And hopefully if I get my at together I'll be helping Kobe with his preschool! That is after I get back from my much anticipated weekend with my sista's and madre at our SECOND Scrapbooking expo in a YEAR! Did I mention that I love my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3572469307297266934?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3572469307297266934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3572469307297266934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3572469307297266934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3572469307297266934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/09/august-fun.html' title='August Fun'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SqatTSIoPPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jnAuveoJnYk/s72-c/102_0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6288442706977344026</id><published>2009-07-29T11:43:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:36:33.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jensen Reunion Hoe Down!</title><content type='html'>This year was a blast at the reunion...that was despite the fact I was sick with a nasty cold and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; wandering when it will go AWAY! Which made me inches away from a Kleenex and DayQual/ Sudafed PE (alternating didn't seem to help any)and minutes away from the comment "&lt;em&gt;Are you sick&lt;/em&gt;?" (..not that the frog coming out of my throat gave it away or my Mentholatum shiny nose...."NOPE....I just sudden found my lost Kleenex twisted up my nose....&lt;em&gt;here's your sign!") &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCfrstoq6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/UTg0Jlceyk0/s1600-h/102_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCfrstoq6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/UTg0Jlceyk0/s400/102_0549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962729284021154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Aunt Deeanne always has a theme filled day set up. After we snagged a picture with the pumpkins and scarecrow, all the cousins/families piled on 3- trailer hay ride, pulled by Jeff's Bombardier AKA four-wheeler. As we were taking off it was hilarious to watch the campers around us sneeking pictures of &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; on their &lt;em&gt;cell phones&lt;/em&gt;. Not sure if it was the crazy company waving and singing at passers or the fact you usually DON'T see that sort of things in the mountains or the combination. The "plan" was to ride around to different camp sites, but within the first 5 mins into the &lt;em&gt;downhill&lt;/em&gt; part of the ride too much pressure on the hitch of the first trailer made for &lt;strong&gt;90%&lt;/strong&gt; of the party being dumped off to the side of the rode with 2 trailers and long awaited "come back and get's ya ride" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCknPD50-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/zx1_UYen7Fk/s1600-h/102_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCknPD50-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/zx1_UYen7Fk/s200/102_0540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363968150163018722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCkm2YGD9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6km00FJF7r0/s1600-h/102_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCkm2YGD9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6km00FJF7r0/s200/102_0546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363968143536820178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCkmUZpjEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Nr7rEoUiKfw/s1600-h/102_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCkmUZpjEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Nr7rEoUiKfw/s200/102_0538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363968134416534594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCknhK7lBI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1eNzQDUVybY/s1600-h/102_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCknhK7lBI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1eNzQDUVybY/s200/102_0542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363968155024331794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what was more memorable: Some of the same campers smiling at us and their random comments made as they squeezed passed our unhitched trailers with us still waving at &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; driving by us this time, or the woman on &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; fourwheeler that stopped with &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; other friends on fourwheelers...to see what we were needing...Melissa said "We're just look'n for &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; other fourwheelers to help pull us back" Funny thing was they just pulled away, but I was rolling when Melissa said "Let us know when you see any" or my ultimate favorite was My Aunt Dee's comment,  "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will stay until the very end till &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; has been taken back!!!!" (kinda like the captain staying with his sinking ship).....that is &lt;em&gt;until&lt;/em&gt; she saw some of the family(95%) deciding to trudge it up hill back to camp on foot, suddenly the rest of the crew was suddenly &lt;strong&gt;FORGOTTEN&lt;/strong&gt;. Melissa and I couldn't help but laugh as we yelled "so much for the last of the Mohicans." My cousin Bob came to the rescue after walking back to camp. He came strolling in as night in shining armor (ok it more like a man in a shiny van) hitched up the remaing 10 TROOPERS who wanted the hay ride....which Kobe loved! I think it was hoe down music serenading us from the van as we drove around the rest of the camps on the way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "farmers mercantile" was filled with corn, carrots, a "give and GRAB" (not so much giving as there was GRABBING AND CRYING), tools, crafts, hand-made camo carving/aprons for the kids, sunflower candles, hand-border towels....and on and on ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmCb785NI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0gB9uSLUp8g/s1600-h/102_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmCb785NI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0gB9uSLUp8g/s200/102_0562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363969716987421906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmByLJKrI/AAAAAAAAAo0/RFSrrjhiXwI/s1600-h/102_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmByLJKrI/AAAAAAAAAo0/RFSrrjhiXwI/s200/102_0556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363969705776851634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmBncZNXI/AAAAAAAAAos/1L646JMQ_Ds/s1600-h/102_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmBncZNXI/AAAAAAAAAos/1L646JMQ_Ds/s200/102_0553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363969702896416114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmBDLmGgI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZHtsA1sL7TU/s1600-h/102_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmBDLmGgI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZHtsA1sL7TU/s200/102_0552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363969693162281474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cards were finally completed to give away at the women exchange. How fun it is to see what others have done and stressful to hand yours out. Some cards were passed out in "race car" fashion to avoid any embarrassment. You could have cutest card but still feel like a dork!....My card theme...WISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnC4vX_zZFI/AAAAAAAAApU/2T8KzauraFk/s1600-h/card+wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnC4vX_zZFI/AAAAAAAAApU/2T8KzauraFk/s200/card+wish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363990280233247826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "grab, root, growl" dinner was just that and the evening entertainment had everyone rolling in the dirt! I tell you, some of my cousins are talented, funny and others are down right hilarious! After the talent portion was down, Ken jammed up his sound system and drums for some country swinging and line dancing (i'm just sure our neighbors loved that :) Luck and unlucky for us the kids were asleep in the trailer. Kobe missed out on all the fun going to bed at 7:30 (like that EVER happens)Trevor was a little trooper but soon retired too, which made it so Jason and I could squeeze in a dance or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmUx689JI/AAAAAAAAApE/WDmqWO-4Mdo/s1600-h/102_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCmUx689JI/AAAAAAAAApE/WDmqWO-4Mdo/s320/102_0564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363970032126456978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gamers were busy yelling TWO TWO TWO, ONE ONE ONE (translation ...PIT), While the rest of us just spent the night talking by the campfire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCghViVbzI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ry9kVqnWRwM/s1600-h/102_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCghViVbzI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ry9kVqnWRwM/s320/102_0531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363963650775543602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCgg1QXG5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/N-GAka4dzYU/s1600-h/102_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCgg1QXG5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/N-GAka4dzYU/s320/102_0488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363963642110221202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe had one the best dirty faces ever. He couldn't seem to get enough of the rides with the bike, painting, and playing with "his friends". Poor Trevors' fun came to a stop and tears begin to pour as poor mom put a stop to the dirt party. He was going to town, but when the dirt went flying and in the mouth....HEY it was FIRST day of camping WITHOUT showers! So the rest of his time was spent in the camper, play pin, on my back, or in someones coveted arms!!! For his first reunion it wasn't too bad. Despite our first 30 mins there with Trevor spilling out the trailer's screen door, down the two flights of stairs, onto his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnChUTSGoPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QWQKmspaRb8/s1600-h/102_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnChUTSGoPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QWQKmspaRb8/s320/102_0478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363964526343921906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnChS_FSDII/AAAAAAAAAnU/GwAyXP8f5N0/s1600-h/102_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnChS_FSDII/AAAAAAAAAnU/GwAyXP8f5N0/s320/102_0484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363964503741566082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCilT8D5kI/AAAAAAAAAns/YSE-1lylRcw/s1600-h/102_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCilT8D5kI/AAAAAAAAAns/YSE-1lylRcw/s320/102_0495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363965918089307714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCik0FM76I/AAAAAAAAAnk/-rRIek8tB6Q/s1600-h/102_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCik0FM76I/AAAAAAAAAnk/-rRIek8tB6Q/s320/102_0491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363965909537714082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we gathered for a "mountain version" of Church...which turned out to be a great devotional. We each got carved wooden heart from Uncle Max as a reminder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems now that we are home Trevor has decided to really take off walking. Did I mention he also decide to pop out his first tooth in the mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came and went too fast. Some projects are still in the working. I'm still working on a sewing projects Mom gave out, but boy does My mom and her sister really go out of their way coming up with memorable themes that just leave you in awe! It is one more reunion that will leave many memories to cherish! Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Jensen for starting such a fun tradition! We miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnC1lCiIttI/AAAAAAAAApM/1dDMtw5fmps/s1600-h/jensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnC1lCiIttI/AAAAAAAAApM/1dDMtw5fmps/s400/jensen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363986804138096338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCj8MD-2GI/AAAAAAAAAn8/93CKhFiFg3U/s1600-h/102_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCj8MD-2GI/AAAAAAAAAn8/93CKhFiFg3U/s200/102_0514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363967410623666274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jensens....YOU WERE MISSED!!! AND thanks Grandma and Pa Jones for letting us use your trailer AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCj7pl3vAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PATPELoC3bc/s1600-h/102_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCj7pl3vAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PATPELoC3bc/s200/102_0513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363967401370565634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6288442706977344026?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6288442706977344026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6288442706977344026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6288442706977344026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6288442706977344026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/07/jensen-reunion-hoe-down.html' title='Jensen Reunion Hoe Down!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SnCfrstoq6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/UTg0Jlceyk0/s72-c/102_0549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5616209860093915486</id><published>2009-07-13T17:12:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:30:12.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo far behind...where to start</title><content type='html'>I don't know how a person can ever catch up after not blogging for a while. it's starting to look like my journal...last entry (i actually look to see how bad) february 5, 2007. hummmmm So guess best to start today and go back wards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13: Pulled out all my hair, raised my voice louder then usual to Kobe (although after wacking Trevor in the head hard with a toy, not much sympathy there), and being annoyed that Jason didn't leave me any Dutch ove rib left overs....ALL STEMMED FROM THE FACT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING TWO DAYS FOR MY CAMERA AND TODAY I HAD HAD IT. I'm trying to make some "neat" (which is where i went wrong from the begining) cards for my reunion next week. Not much time and i was needing the photos on my lost camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally...which should have came first...I said "ok Heavenly Father, i need some help" I'm sure his reply was..."well why didn't you just say so...." After 5 mins i "relooked" inbetween the couch cover sheet and found my sterio controller...ya Jason will be happy since he was looking for that one for a while now. This only gave my hopes up. That was until i was determined it was behind the other cushion and SURE ENOUGH!!!THANK YOU BIG GUY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor is getting so big. He has been testing the "walking" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we got to swing by Rupert for a birthday party for my little neice who lives in Vegas now. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4LVBpQpoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GuFIFzpSnrQ/s1600-h/102_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4LVBpQpoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GuFIFzpSnrQ/s320/102_0468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363236662091490946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4LUvS6GlI/AAAAAAAAAms/PSA-B4C2h0E/s1600-h/102_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4LUvS6GlI/AAAAAAAAAms/PSA-B4C2h0E/s320/102_0457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363236657165900370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday, we hung out with them at HOP TO IT and on July 9 i missed out an other one of my families (thank you work) birthday parties...MY MOTHER!!!! I guess it's a good thing my husband is a great supporter. Maybe my next prayer should be for the 1 year old PEACOCK she got. Yes a peacock...how many of you can say you get something that cool for your birthday and she got 2. I love her so much! Looking Great, at AGE ??! :) We did manage to squeeze in a camp fire and hike in the mountains for the Hawkes for one night.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4KqtU_PSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Qz9qMt6nahM/s1600-h/102_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4KqtU_PSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Qz9qMt6nahM/s320/102_0442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363235935083248930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4Kp6eU_iI/AAAAAAAAAmc/4N7eHXLCnHM/s1600-h/102_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4Kp6eU_iI/AAAAAAAAAmc/4N7eHXLCnHM/s320/102_0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363235921432215074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4KpD1EIMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9mqd-9lQQbw/s1600-h/102_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4KpD1EIMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9mqd-9lQQbw/s320/102_0432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363235906763628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4Kok_S7TI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_BVqPky3EUo/s1600-h/102_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4Kok_S7TI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_BVqPky3EUo/s320/102_0420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363235898485042482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4GcQ6rgMI/AAAAAAAAAls/u9DaI5D9-2o/s1600-h/102_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4GcQ6rgMI/AAAAAAAAAls/u9DaI5D9-2o/s320/102_0145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363231288892031170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4Gb38JTZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TbP_jc3PXEY/s1600-h/102_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4Gb38JTZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TbP_jc3PXEY/s320/102_0172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363231282187292050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4GbeO2nCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/h1X2NAy_ymg/s1600-h/102_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4GbeO2nCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/h1X2NAy_ymg/s320/102_0150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363231275286436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4GbE7W10I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FxhEuXP1fHI/s1600-h/102_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4GbE7W10I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FxhEuXP1fHI/s320/102_0138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363231268493776706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been camping a couple of times "in the mountains" as Kobe loves to say. "Mom, I fell in the mountains, I see the boys in the mountains." We also had a great time during the week Jason's work shuts done for the summer....Believe it or not we did see 2 baby moose Camping!!!This picture below is not just a scenory pictures look to the right of the water....look harder...and yep barley caught a picture of ...their... legs but that's our proof &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4FHi0WefI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lQMCP1HkSqU/s1600-h/102_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4FHi0WefI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lQMCP1HkSqU/s400/102_0120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363229833408444914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; followed by some boating with the Tarbet's, a movie (actaully at the theature and i alsmost made it through the movie without stepping out with Trevor), some Ains time with her dusty running shoes(ok so there my nursing shoes), the Rupert parade....and with all that extra time togther...we DID actually get ALONG great! (it seems when you don't get to see eachother and then their there 24/7...ah humm you know what i mean) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EkRBFxHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vLPfmK_tCok/s1600-h/102_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EkRBFxHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vLPfmK_tCok/s320/102_0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363229227334616178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EkGl6FmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GT1o0NMymM0/s1600-h/102_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EkGl6FmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GT1o0NMymM0/s320/102_0093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363229224536249954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EjuZWMbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/lxIXP7eu-6Q/s1600-h/102_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EjuZWMbI/AAAAAAAAAk0/lxIXP7eu-6Q/s320/102_0094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363229218041115058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EjY5Zp-I/AAAAAAAAAks/ugyEW839F6I/s1600-h/102_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4EjY5Zp-I/AAAAAAAAAks/ugyEW839F6I/s320/102_0090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363229212269979618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4IAdoY5PI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ARR-A1wUf6c/s1600-h/102_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4IAdoY5PI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ARR-A1wUf6c/s320/102_0241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363233010291893490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4H_64AKDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/78IBhnORwr8/s1600-h/102_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4H_64AKDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/78IBhnORwr8/s320/102_0225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363233000962140210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4H_hbwx4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZQNrzvSvuL8/s1600-h/102_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4H_hbwx4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZQNrzvSvuL8/s320/102_0212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363232994132805506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June...The end of June we said good-bye to our friends the Baileys. Kobe still askes "Where's Josalyn...(after I try to explain the next questions tend to follow) Where's Josayln's bed ....Where Josalyn's toys?" They'll be surely missed! I got to Take a long awaited trip to SLC and Park City with some of my favorite friends!! There were many laughes, some crazy "no kids, be free and young" time, and Shanty took on my challenge of cutting my hair at the hotel room, and just a weeeeee bit of shopping! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B6kx3H5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/o6Jr7mj2OvA/s1600-h/102_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B6kx3H5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/o6Jr7mj2OvA/s320/102_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363226312061689746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B6VfA59I/AAAAAAAAAkM/qvYF1mtA9iY/s1600-h/102_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B6VfA59I/AAAAAAAAAkM/qvYF1mtA9iY/s320/102_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363226307956107218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B52faAhI/AAAAAAAAAkE/L3hi14IYZBU/s1600-h/102_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B52faAhI/AAAAAAAAAkE/L3hi14IYZBU/s320/102_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363226299636253202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B5p07GNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Rac7Et2jahY/s1600-h/102_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B5p07GNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Rac7Et2jahY/s320/102_0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363226296236841170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B5FIbU1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/l9HmaO0OQpc/s1600-h/102_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4B5FIbU1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/l9HmaO0OQpc/s320/102_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363226286386533202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That following Sunday we made it back for "Daddy time" AKA Fathers's day!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4CtHU30tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/GJUc8hw5d1A/s1600-h/102_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4CtHU30tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/GJUc8hw5d1A/s320/102_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363227180328800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4CsmVQSiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2sPy2l9CbGk/s1600-h/102_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4CsmVQSiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2sPy2l9CbGk/s320/102_0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363227171472034338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i'm still behind....but trying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5616209860093915486?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5616209860093915486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5616209860093915486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5616209860093915486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5616209860093915486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/07/soo-far-behindwhere-to-start.html' title='Soo far behind...where to start'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sm4LVBpQpoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GuFIFzpSnrQ/s72-c/102_0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5500006992737711808</id><published>2009-05-17T17:18:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:53:48.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing more time and space for play ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDopJgiGmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3wNPsl-faN8/s1600-h/102_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDopJgiGmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3wNPsl-faN8/s320/102_0797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337021352058690146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to spend a weekend for mother's day.... On Thursday night, I finally got someone to work for me on Saturday so we could head off to have a rock'n weekend. We took off Friday for Utah(later than we would have liked...Jason faking sick would have been the preferred plan = him not working = happier wife and husband :). Time was spent stuffing our face with delicious meals and making attempts to play games. To make us feel better about stuffing, that is a our faces, we did some major paddling of boats on the pond (ok some of us actually fell asleep on the ride&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDpkK5p1YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PaBXPOTxEVE/s1600-h/102_0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDpkK5p1YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PaBXPOTxEVE/s200/102_0801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337022366044771714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), chasing kids and "mommie" time at the mall. It was a great mixture of campfire camping/convience of a club house and an even better mixture of COMPANY! Thanks so much for the invite and good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDrPcMDVlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6SPfwKrPfnk/s1600-h/102_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDrPcMDVlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6SPfwKrPfnk/s200/102_0807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337024208931346002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDl6OfVSAI/AAAAAAAAAik/J9KnaYXvOiQ/s1600-h/102_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDl6OfVSAI/AAAAAAAAAik/J9KnaYXvOiQ/s200/102_0771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337018346918725634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDl5-7AyOI/AAAAAAAAAic/bQCC7n7aYsY/s1600-h/102_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDl5-7AyOI/AAAAAAAAAic/bQCC7n7aYsY/s200/102_0762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337018342739855586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDl6UalGaI/AAAAAAAAAis/WB0t4fTNDuw/s1600-h/102_0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDl6UalGaI/AAAAAAAAAis/WB0t4fTNDuw/s200/102_0775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337018348509403554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnsRHDJVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cyh9B6L3irw/s1600-h/102_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnsRHDJVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cyh9B6L3irw/s200/102_0791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337020306127267154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnsMo7zMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/E562fBpk1Ck/s1600-h/102_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnsMo7zMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/E562fBpk1Ck/s200/102_0779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337020304927214786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnr6t3OqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lB2xw25xjts/s1600-h/102_0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnr6t3OqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lB2xw25xjts/s200/102_0774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337020300116048546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnrnFjsdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/m-TUyLtL-kY/s1600-h/102_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDnrnFjsdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/m-TUyLtL-kY/s200/102_0766.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337020294846722514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDpj8V-qsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/AdApKKjKi5Y/s1600-h/102_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDpj8V-qsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/AdApKKjKi5Y/s200/102_0800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337022362137045698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday we pulled into my parents house at 1am. I guess that would have made it Sunday. On Mother's day, we enjoyed time with the best moms in the WORLD! We joined with the Fife club out at the Minidoka Dam. Then rounded up the evening traveling to see GG and Grandma Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShCcBW4gKGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bfhhrRyn5Ww/s1600-h/102_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShCcBW4gKGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bfhhrRyn5Ww/s200/102_0824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937105570408546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't think we could have packed anymore in our blazer and that was just for a TWO days. We'll have to rethink how to pack for the Reunion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have been blessed with a better weekend with friends and family. I love being a mom and wife. My Boys bring me so much JOY! And I couldn't ask for a better Mother as an example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShCcBpBRwTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UBB4JcJRjeo/s1600-h/102_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShCcBpBRwTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UBB4JcJRjeo/s200/102_0815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937110439051570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are truelly blessed by some GREAT WONDERFUL WOMEN!!!! We love you!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5500006992737711808?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5500006992737711808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5500006992737711808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5500006992737711808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5500006992737711808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/05/needing-more-time-and-space-for-play.html' title='Needing more time and space for play ....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ShDopJgiGmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3wNPsl-faN8/s72-c/102_0797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6365931473173606475</id><published>2009-05-13T08:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:25:36.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late...Birthday shout outs!</title><content type='html'>May is such a busy month with graduations, recitals, birthdays....&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish my fabulous family HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrdvUl0pkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vPRajQ20wn4/s1600-h/105_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrdvUl0pkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vPRajQ20wn4/s320/105_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320513624712770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Melissa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrjHW7rwYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3SLyoQlIDtc/s1600-h/102_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrjHW7rwYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3SLyoQlIDtc/s320/102_0539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326424128274818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keylee Shay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrkE87Pv7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/sHHr4ZJgylU/s1600-h/102_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrkE87Pv7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/sHHr4ZJgylU/s200/102_0322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335327482299006898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6365931473173606475?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6365931473173606475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6365931473173606475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6365931473173606475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6365931473173606475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-latebirthday-shout-outs.html' title='A little late...Birthday shout outs!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgrdvUl0pkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vPRajQ20wn4/s72-c/105_0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-7497289058838762864</id><published>2009-05-05T21:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:04:16.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perspective"</title><content type='html'>So today I learned something from a 2 year old. At first site one sees a pest that may ruin the lawn. To another...it is a beautiful flower. Kobe kept saying, "Look Mom a flower. Smells gooood." He kept picking them and giving them to me and saying, "Here, luvs you mom." I love my boys and the things THEY teach ME! They are the Best gift a mom could ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgELrYQn57I/AAAAAAAAAhs/2fhnZiRKeFE/s1600-h/102_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgELrYQn57I/AAAAAAAAAhs/2fhnZiRKeFE/s400/102_0751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332556273657833394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-7497289058838762864?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/7497289058838762864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=7497289058838762864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7497289058838762864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7497289058838762864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/05/perspective.html' title='&quot;Perspective&quot;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SgELrYQn57I/AAAAAAAAAhs/2fhnZiRKeFE/s72-c/102_0751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8084973836701101705</id><published>2009-05-01T01:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:51:23.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AH.....Thank you?!</title><content type='html'>A few things I have noticed when driving home at 1 in the morning is TWO things: #1 there are a Lot of cops on the road #2 There are a lot the cops on the road. Jason made the comment one time to me, "you just notice them cause no one else is on the road" So with this in mind. I make a conscious decision to make an exaggerated stop at the Maverick light that is at this point blinking red and to set my Cruise on 35 then to 45 when it changes around the bend. So tonight I was totally caught off guard when I was driving home and noticed this car coming fast behind me. I thought how fast is the "smart idiot going" looking down to see I was going maybe max 36....oooohhh rebel I know. Well the idiot behind suddenly turned on their lights...huhhhh. Normally a person at this point would start to sweat and replay the last mile and a half of what you could have done &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;....well instead i was still thinking what the heck? hence why I am blogging this right after getting home at 1 a.m. and not in bed. I'm still bugged and the fact Trevor will be due to eat soon. anyhoo so I pull over, note to self I have been pulled over maybe twice before and no ticket so I almost didn't know if I even pulled over right? if there is such a thing. The "officer" comes up and said I had you going 40. 40!!!!wow 1# I was always told from my responsible siblings that 5 over was ok :) 2# I started to say...I looked and I was only going 35. His comment...."seriously I had you at 40 and you crossed the white line twice." (HUH? I wasn't sure he was following me) he asked if I was feeling o.k.? (a.k.a. have you been sniffing the alcohol wipes at work :) He asked what the speed limit was. I answered to much. 35 and right up there it changes to 45 and back there the light was blinking red. anyway he asked for my license and registration. which leads me to my first reason for being thankful...#1the fact I even had it with me. I usually leave my purse at home when I work. I always think if I get pulled over I have my number memorized and the exp. date...that works right? :) So I undo my seat belt and thankfully #2 licence and registration are right on top and current. So he comes back and said make sure you stay in the lines and drive the speed limit. I said I usually set the Cruise because of the high protrolled area and as he walks off he said, " and make sure to buckle up." I said I undid it to get the registration. I should have gotten a ticket for "shut up Ainslie and smile at the sweet cop and bat those eyelashes and say thank you for your concern" but instead I still thought "what in the ....did &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; get pulled over for. So this is were my next reason for &lt;em&gt;Thank yous&lt;/em&gt; is: #3--No ticket. I thought later I should have told him thank you, I guess. I know there are days when you can't honestly say whether the light you drove through was really green because you were out of it or the fact the car in front of you went...but today...was definitely NOT one of those days. Thankful #4 :Thanks Heavenly Father for that simple answer to a prayer I say before I go to work. Crazy....I guess things happen for a reason.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I think every post needs a pic and I wasn't about to ask to officer for a picture... instead I went with Trevors' thoughts on the subject &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; he had been there&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfqndkQCx4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Se7WUgZZTiw/s1600-h/102_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfqndkQCx4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Se7WUgZZTiw/s320/102_0521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330757235335415682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8084973836701101705?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8084973836701101705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8084973836701101705&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8084973836701101705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8084973836701101705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahthank-you.html' title='AH.....Thank you?!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfqndkQCx4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Se7WUgZZTiw/s72-c/102_0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-7368415298439340162</id><published>2009-04-23T20:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:19:27.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time!!!! Then again maybe not...</title><content type='html'>What a Fun Easter we had...Kobe loved drawing on the eggs and even more fun putting the stickers,one can never have too many stickers :) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEujjCu0MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ImRUnuJ968E/s1600-h/102_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEujjCu0MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ImRUnuJ968E/s200/102_0546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328091022393004226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning we woke Kobe to tell him the Easter bunny came, for the first time he woke up in a sprint! He couldn't wait to see what was left behind. "Candy....led to the Oh So coveted "Train Track puzzle" next his bunny. Surprising given the fact that he picked out the train track puzzle earlier in the week and then a memory that couldn't stop, every morning he would ask for it. Kobe has been into Joseph Smith lately, so he was totally into the animated movie he got. Trevor on the other hand loved "watching" Kobe and playing with his new friend "penguin." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEujXxcMYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sd4MQF6V6G8/s1600-h/102_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEujXxcMYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sd4MQF6V6G8/s200/102_0577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328091019367690626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a great reflection day of church, we went to play at GG and PaPa's to find a bags of Easter goodies hidden around the yard. New comers beware...Yours are always hidden on the roof :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEsY_mfqwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/E314pgX_h_c/s1600-h/102_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEsY_mfqwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/E314pgX_h_c/s320/102_0600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088642057382658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEsYsMFyVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wde5_EdgZUg/s1600-h/102_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEsYsMFyVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wde5_EdgZUg/s320/102_0610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088636846360914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEsYcnSOOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gE3TdpeYXrI/s1600-h/102_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEsYcnSOOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gE3TdpeYXrI/s320/102_0611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088632665454818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week thanks to the nice weather, Jason finally finished Suzy's gate. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEpqK4gl1I/AAAAAAAAAgE/7j1OnUaql1w/s1600-h/102_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEpqK4gl1I/AAAAAAAAAgE/7j1OnUaql1w/s200/102_0643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328085638608623442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she has the whole side of the house to bark bark bark. Kobe tried to help organize the extra pieces counting every piece to make sure they are all there.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfExU0g4nNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wpLQ74ibtvo/s1600-h/102_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfExU0g4nNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wpLQ74ibtvo/s200/102_0645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328094067919723730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally have been able to walk to the park. Kobe just loves it and Trevor thought the new experience was SO EXCITING, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; EXHAUSTING!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEqkenamoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vju9-1TMU8o/s1600-h/102_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEqkenamoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vju9-1TMU8o/s320/102_0485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328086640338049666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEqkD7PY_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/7XhsRNQVvGU/s1600-h/102_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEqkD7PY_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/7XhsRNQVvGU/s320/102_0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328086633173443570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us a couple of days and I'm sure we'll have snowman pictures!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-7368415298439340162?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/7368415298439340162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=7368415298439340162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7368415298439340162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7368415298439340162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time-then-again-maybe-not.html' title='Spring time!!!! Then again maybe not...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SfEujjCu0MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ImRUnuJ968E/s72-c/102_0546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3574294205258030583</id><published>2009-04-14T08:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:25:43.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Birth......Days! Luckyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday......to YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping to get to this before some of them were past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Rae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSgsDLY56I/AAAAAAAAAfM/22Bamlwe80A/s1600-h/100_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSgsDLY56I/AAAAAAAAAfM/22Bamlwe80A/s320/100_0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324557338086533026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeShKQOz5II/AAAAAAAAAfU/GP1Ds4nyJcY/s1600-h/102_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeShKQOz5II/AAAAAAAAAfU/GP1Ds4nyJcY/s320/102_0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324557856986621058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSjhbOyv6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/BvItxik9LQE/s1600-h/102_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSjhbOyv6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/BvItxik9LQE/s320/102_0163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324560454099582882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSoy7Z0A1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/NmRzSyGtD6A/s1600-h/102_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSoy7Z0A1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/NmRzSyGtD6A/s320/102_0147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324566252351652690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Jam'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSiaGK9-2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/XiMyzAWl5SI/s1600-h/102_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSiaGK9-2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/XiMyzAWl5SI/s320/102_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559228675685218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSqO_qYSpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4n-b_Jvrhz4/s1600-h/100_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSqO_qYSpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4n-b_Jvrhz4/s320/100_2400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324567834042845842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love You!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3574294205258030583?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3574294205258030583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3574294205258030583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3574294205258030583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3574294205258030583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html' title='April Birth......Days! Luckyyyyy!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SeSgsDLY56I/AAAAAAAAAfM/22Bamlwe80A/s72-c/100_0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-4781522059917073587</id><published>2009-03-31T15:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:45:47.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new BABYSITTER...</title><content type='html'>So either turning 6 months is hard work...or we are a boring family. Today Trevor has fallen asleep twice in his Johnny Jumper. Too cute! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKNRLQIpzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yu7fqgvVlUU/s1600-h/102_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKNRLQIpzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yu7fqgvVlUU/s320/102_0464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469436095735602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He cracks me up because when I went to get him out and with his eyes &lt;em&gt;still closed &lt;/em&gt;he starts jumping. He seems to be falling asleep everywhere. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKM7LfkUrI/AAAAAAAAAes/OU6PNiP5opc/s1600-h/102_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKM7LfkUrI/AAAAAAAAAes/OU6PNiP5opc/s320/102_0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469058203341490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love our little man. I miss his baby cry, but love to hear him giggle and discovering his voice/squeelzes...maybe some day he'll be on American idle...nah....or in the tabernacle choir.....ah nope.... When i looked at Trevor last night i busted up because his little piggy was squeezing out the bottom. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKNmxG6hGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Bx9IKcR3iLA/s1600-h/102_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKNmxG6hGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Bx9IKcR3iLA/s320/102_0458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319469807034860642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking the other day, "I thought we had more baby clothes".  well i thought i had gone through all the boxes, but Jason informed me HE found more. I just love it that we find 3-6months clothes as Trevor turns 6 months. 6 MONTHS!!!!!WOW!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKOJHZqPSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-7Q5WYv3U-M/s1600-h/102_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKOJHZqPSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-7Q5WYv3U-M/s400/102_0449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470397134617890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-4781522059917073587?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/4781522059917073587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=4781522059917073587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4781522059917073587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4781522059917073587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-babysitter.html' title='Our new BABYSITTER...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKNRLQIpzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Yu7fqgvVlUU/s72-c/102_0464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-8949735881584575214</id><published>2009-03-24T21:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:41:11.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy time/crazy sister time/ family time/ and it's about time!!!</title><content type='html'>Getting off of work at 12:30am, showering and packing up the boys and heading to Burley by 2:30 AM was just the begging of a crazy fun weekend in Utah. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpicAETStI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jGHSgxXZgjg/s1600-h/102_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpicAETStI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jGHSgxXZgjg/s200/102_0354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317170543258192594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpiblBT3OI/AAAAAAAAAco/2vRD71sATK8/s1600-h/102_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpiblBT3OI/AAAAAAAAAco/2vRD71sATK8/s200/102_0343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317170535997889762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently due to the rush and lack of brain power, I didn't get any good pics of expo :( What a blast we had this past weekend, but the lack of sleep made it for a hard &lt;strong&gt;red eye &lt;/strong&gt;recovery. Three of my sisters, mom and Dad (plus a little hiding niece in the back seat) were off to the scarp book expo Friday morning. No my dad wasn't one of the scrappers, although we did meet a nice gentlemen that signed up for more classes then his &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt;. My dad was the DD. Jason, on the other hand, was in Burley being the "DB" (designated babysitter) for seven kids under eight. Next year we will be a little more prepared on what to expect, but we did accomplish Goal #1 Getting our own table and Goal #2 Finding the good deals. My mom even won an awesome prize. Kona wasn't kidding when she said that they didn't start scrapp'n till 12:00. You didn't dare miss out on a deal. My sister-in-law couldn't believe the craziness that she was seeing when she showed up. It was great she joined in on the fun. Maybe next time she'll stay and scrap with us. Towards the evening our hubby's and families showed up and we met them at the Mayan Restaurant.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Scph1XxonlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/a-VCEVwQusU/s1600-h/102_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Scph1XxonlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/a-VCEVwQusU/s200/102_0360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317169879607451218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was planning on wearing this outfit the next day :)If you haven't been, it is way too cool. They have a show with divers every half hour. After great entertainment and a kiss from my boys, us girls ran back to squeeze in some more time. Some of us were productive, others not so much. By 11:45 pm we were sneaking in our hotel rooms. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Scpi5OHk1CI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nqLOmbPxU6Q/s1600-h/102_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Scpi5OHk1CI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nqLOmbPxU6Q/s200/102_0375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317171045246227490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next morning we woke up and went swimming before we were off to the zoo. The Rassy's met us there. Unfortunately with a group that big we couldn't keep together, but that's all good. I did have my first experience nursing in public. Jason said "Trevor is hungry, You ready to feed him?" I thought... here??? uh??? because i'm so totally not like that, panic struck...where on earth do you feed a child at the ZOO &lt;em&gt;in private&lt;/em&gt;. I missed the sign that the said "&lt;strong&gt;nursing gorilla moms&lt;/strong&gt;", &lt;strong&gt;don't enter&lt;/strong&gt;! So I created my own nursing room near the back side of the Giraffe's home, hovered in the corner, hiding behind the stroller and copped a squat on the ground. Classic, but private as private can be at that moment. For your benefit no pics of that :) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpkB1jWHsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mGkLoZBkxx0/s1600-h/102_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpkB1jWHsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mGkLoZBkxx0/s200/102_0413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317172292782268098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpkBsJROqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/TAk68L-PFJc/s1600-h/102_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpkBsJROqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/TAk68L-PFJc/s200/102_0419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317172290256976546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpkA9fnOYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mJ9go-2ACvE/s1600-h/102_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpkA9fnOYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mJ9go-2ACvE/s200/102_0393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317172277734226306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpsWiFPi_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/0_qU0ZDAsno/s1600-h/102_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpsWiFPi_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/0_qU0ZDAsno/s320/102_0407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317181444426009586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the adventurous day at the zoo (which Kobe loved!!) we eventually made it home after a quick stop at Target to buy Twilight (my actual purpose was stop for a potty break...but i some how found the movie jumped into my hand and was walking out with me in the check out :) and finally...after recovery from all the fun, we got Trevor's room done. BEFORE...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpfLE5YnMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VguoOdu61hU/s1600-h/102_0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpfLE5YnMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VguoOdu61hU/s200/102_0633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317166953961921730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm pleased how it turned out, despite the fact my sponge on circles turned out to be all painted by hand. AFTER...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Scpfom0mkeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_Qq1mwKYhzQ/s1600-h/102_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Scpfom0mkeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_Qq1mwKYhzQ/s320/102_0425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317167461284876770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was Kobe trying to help me pull my hair out my "helping" smear brown wet paint across the ALREADY cream paint that was still recovering from the previous "oops". Jason was patient in trying to help Kobe be a little helper.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpeDEBwz8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fvI-4l01aeQ/s1600-h/102_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpeDEBwz8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/fvI-4l01aeQ/s200/102_0314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317165716778045378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all what an overall great TIME!Thanks Jason for watching all the munch kins, Dad for driving us and sister's/Madre for the great time as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-8949735881584575214?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/8949735881584575214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=8949735881584575214&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8949735881584575214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/8949735881584575214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommy-timecrazy-sister-time-family-time.html' title='Mommy time/crazy sister time/ family time/ and it&apos;s about time!!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/ScpicAETStI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jGHSgxXZgjg/s72-c/102_0354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3645922800781116970</id><published>2009-03-16T14:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:23:53.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT MOM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sb68Q64CQMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kv8sGPr0N1M/s1600-h/102_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sb68Q64CQMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kv8sGPr0N1M/s320/102_0238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313891609211977922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I noticed our little guy rambling on with his first word....and today there is no questioning it. Unfortunately it's not mom...it's DaDa. Even Kobe said "mom, Trevor's saying 'Dada'". Jason just smiles his little smirk, but for some reason I'm not surprised. He loves his dad. I just remind him that Kobe said MaMa first :) Trevor is the cutest today just screaming, discovering his voice. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sb68QSvNheI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NhORXq7KNYE/s1600-h/102_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sb68QSvNheI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NhORXq7KNYE/s320/102_0233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313891598437549538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to our sister time this weekend. We are heading out for a scrap expo at 3 a.m. friday morning, wish me luck that I get an on-call thursday or at least can be home by 12:30am. Is that asking too much?&lt;br /&gt;WE have also finally gotten around to painting Trevor's room. We'll let you see how it turns out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3645922800781116970?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3645922800781116970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3645922800781116970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3645922800781116970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3645922800781116970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-not-mom.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT MOM...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/Sb68Q64CQMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kv8sGPr0N1M/s72-c/102_0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6784830976082040619</id><published>2009-02-26T09:54:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:49:33.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the back of my mind....</title><content type='html'>I never took the chance to place some pictures from Jason's birthday...aka what he really wanted for his birthday ...family time at "Hop To It". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPIkAkdhI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YQoNINKm-5g/s1600-h/102_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPIkAkdhI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YQoNINKm-5g/s200/102_0179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307156956914677266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOKvpIaAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RBsVidmkvEo/s1600-h/102_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOKvpIaAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RBsVidmkvEo/s200/102_0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307155894885705730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to worry too much because he did get his fun in racing Kobe through the obsticle course and knocking the kids down with the pads (Uncle Darby's idea.)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabQNiok59I/AAAAAAAAAa4/pQ6SMxfnZYg/s1600-h/102_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabQNiok59I/AAAAAAAAAa4/pQ6SMxfnZYg/s200/102_0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307158141956581330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPIaJIhKI/AAAAAAAAAao/N14ra4-RZI8/s1600-h/102_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPIaJIhKI/AAAAAAAAAao/N14ra4-RZI8/s200/102_0189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307156954266240162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOJwMYU1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/TDITV7EHwkY/s1600-h/102_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOJwMYU1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/TDITV7EHwkY/s200/102_0163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307155877853680466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus some of my pictures turned out cute and because CeLes got the flu..we knew she would want us to take pictures.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabQgEFV3HI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XJf2sNWG_kg/s1600-h/102_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabQgEFV3HI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XJf2sNWG_kg/s200/102_0176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307158460173245554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOKXbO00I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wu7vjb111Ro/s1600-h/102_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOKXbO00I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wu7vjb111Ro/s200/102_0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307155888384955202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOKK7naJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/q-_eaCGDksM/s1600-h/102_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabOKK7naJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/q-_eaCGDksM/s200/102_0109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307155885031123090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPH_pH3VI/AAAAAAAAAag/4FkJd7LBQ-k/s1600-h/102_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPH_pH3VI/AAAAAAAAAag/4FkJd7LBQ-k/s200/102_0174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307156947152657746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes when the brother-in-laws get together..you never know what will happen but you can usually find them laughing...This was one of my favorites. Jeff and Jason were racing up the stairs to the slide and as you can see from the following pictures some how Jeff Kept falling down the stairs and Jason got to laughing pretty hard after Jeff fell about the third time in a row. It was amazing they ever made it down the slide.I wish you could see the look on J's face better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTWe_2-AI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YGuJ-yV6_lI/s1600-h/102_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTWe_2-AI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YGuJ-yV6_lI/s320/102_0139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161594134198274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTWBuFHSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SP3fresPHEo/s1600-h/102_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTWBuFHSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SP3fresPHEo/s320/102_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161586274999586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTWCki-bI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/A5SrP1UdjMU/s1600-h/102_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTWCki-bI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/A5SrP1UdjMU/s320/102_0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161586503449010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTV4CyMFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ePpbA8Z_raQ/s1600-h/102_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabTV4CyMFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ePpbA8Z_raQ/s320/102_0136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161583677485138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I did survive the first night without Trevor (Anniversary). But sadly when I tried to call Kobe the next day he "don't want to talk" because he was busy eating cheetos. So I guess that is good?! I was happy to have them back, despite the fact Kobe crying during the most of dinner at Jonny Carinos and kept trying to take a nap on the floor...and Trevor had a moment where I couldn't get him to stop crying historically. So I had to exit dinner and run to the car...where apparently in attempt to try to everything to calm him...he finally was satisfied with a bum change. Go figure!!!Who likes to we soggy wet diaper? Next day, much better. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabUCtgvOEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/66YT6MxOOfg/s1600-h/102_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabUCtgvOEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/66YT6MxOOfg/s320/102_0274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307162353944442946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but least...this may not seem very impressive, but Kobe insisted on taking a picture. I tried to show him how, but thought he took a picture of our feet. turned out not too bad for a 2 yr. old.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabUXanSHrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/mhRPutZXWis/s1600-h/102_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabUXanSHrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/mhRPutZXWis/s200/102_0243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307162709648875186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6784830976082040619?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6784830976082040619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6784830976082040619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6784830976082040619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6784830976082040619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-back-of-my-mind.html' title='On the back of my mind....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SabPIkAkdhI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YQoNINKm-5g/s72-c/102_0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6558420218535168845</id><published>2009-02-22T20:43:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:44:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Who said ANNIVERSARIES can't be fun on a budget?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLaxnyMRsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CxaI3Ogkcwg/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLaxnyMRsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CxaI3Ogkcwg/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306043857023813314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say I have one of the most CREATIVE husbands in the WORLD!!! This year was our 7th anniversary!!!and a memorable one at that. A couple of days prior to, Jason had asked me some questions, some based on some of my favorite places to spend or had spent with him. Some included going to Hawaii (could be fun), but that camping under the stars with a campfire is something I love to do and of course going to the Temple. So unfortunately I had planned poorly and was scheduled to worked on Friday. I tried to get an on-call the last part of the shift, but it ended up the first part and going in for the last 4 hours. So we hurried to Rupert where Grandma/pa Jones were bravely watching the boys over-night for us and then Jason dropped me off. Well...by the time Jason picked me up at 12:30 and arrived home to have Jason lead me "blindly into Trevor's room (not sure why at that point) so I could do a couple of things, we didn't actually get to start our date he had "planned" till 1:30 or so in the morning. That in it's self...he's a trooper. And due to the fact I had to work he had to "improvize". So our night (or morning that is) began by going to "HAWAII", he had one bathroom all set up with floating candles etc.(apparently his original idea was to go to a hot springs), next destination was the "BEACH" (kobe's room) and final stop....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLS7lnhfEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/R2AHthxQQ14/s1600-h/102_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLS7lnhfEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/R2AHthxQQ14/s320/102_0258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306035232147864642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was lead into the living room where he had pitched our tent a dozen red roses laying on our mattress and rose pedals leading the way. A bottle of sparkling cider, homemade cinnamon rolls and a fire (Well he had tried to find a mini fireplace , but had to settle for grouped candles).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLh9zelUVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/u-Cu0q3ExhA/s1600-h/fireproof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLh9zelUVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/u-Cu0q3ExhA/s200/fireproof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306051762902618450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We completed the "morning" at this point it was 3:00 by watching FIREPROOF from inside the tent! I just loved every bit of it. The movie was a perfect touch!!!So we couldn't quite stay awake the whole movie at that point, but ended up watching it after we woke up. To finish off our time together, the next days plans were to go through a temple session (the only idea I knew he planned.) Well Jason thought why don't we see if they have any "sealing" openings. Awesome idea, well long story short...they were too busy and the apparently they didn't have us down for the 330 session and apparently it was "reserved" for a ward???? isn't this typical when your trying to go to the Temple. Well Jason promised me a date night Wednesday...Tiki is watching the kids and we'll do sealings. we'll see cause they said no appointment needed. ???? This time we'll just show up!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLTf8qyycI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q1tlQU-twqU/s1600-h/102_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLTf8qyycI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q1tlQU-twqU/s200/102_0264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306035856810887618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It worked out that the Sheppard's brought the boys back and my parents came down that afternoon so we went to the home and garden expo, Johnny Carino's and back to our house to watch FIREPROOF again. It will be one anniversary to remember. I love you Jason. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLTKFUdDpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wQcGQk9tnk8/s1600-h/102_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLTKFUdDpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wQcGQk9tnk8/s320/102_0263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306035481175985810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You really make me feel special with all the little things you do to make our relationship grow. Hopefully someday I'll gain a "Master's Degree" in You. Good thing I have the ETERNITY to work on it :)!!!! I Love You FOREVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6558420218535168845?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6558420218535168845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6558420218535168845&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6558420218535168845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6558420218535168845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-who-said-anniversaries-cant-be-fun.html' title='And Who said ANNIVERSARIES can&apos;t be fun on a budget?!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SaLaxnyMRsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CxaI3Ogkcwg/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-323982033338045851</id><published>2009-02-16T14:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:59:10.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday JASON!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZnglB_Y27I/AAAAAAAAAYg/qR0TdALChVY/s1600-h/102_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZnglB_Y27I/AAAAAAAAAYg/qR0TdALChVY/s400/102_0279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303516962999557042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO it's my sweetheart'sbirthday today. HAPPY 29th Birthday!!!Man you're getting OLD!!! &lt;br /&gt;The top 29 reasons why WE love YOU!!! Not to be confused with the 7 reasons why I love being with you ;) that's in a couple of days! In random order!&lt;br /&gt;1.Because you take me fishing with you....most of the time&lt;br /&gt;2. Because you have cut back on "accidental" purchases!&lt;br /&gt;3. Because you will take Trevor in the morning on Saturdays and let me get a little more shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;4. You are an AMAZING!!!!good....COOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. and because you learn to cook my favorite resturant meal's.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2V1UWDLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9WocS3MoW9c/s1600-h/100_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2V1UWDLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9WocS3MoW9c/s320/100_0901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540891155565746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kobe)&lt;br /&gt;6. Because you wrestle with me and sometimes it's fun when we gang up on mom!&lt;br /&gt;7. because you let me try things you know mom wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;8. because you the better "kissy monster!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;9. because you take me to the movies with you, even when moms at work.&lt;br /&gt;10. because you spank like a pansie. (or that could be mom)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2XZpdg6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Csdye-3F0Qs/s1600-h/102_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2XZpdg6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Csdye-3F0Qs/s320/102_0515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540918087680930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trevor)&lt;br /&gt;11. Because I love to cuddle with you. &lt;br /&gt;12. Because you take the time to talk with me and listen to my stories.&lt;br /&gt;13. Because you made sure I had a bedroom already before I was almost home.&lt;br /&gt;14. Because you make sure mom doesn't dress me funny.&lt;br /&gt;15. Because you ....are the second best bum changer in the house!!that's a compliment.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2XKhZEKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zyAYDANZCDs/s1600-h/100_1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2XKhZEKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zyAYDANZCDs/s320/100_1590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540914027303074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Family)&lt;br /&gt;16. Your always great to round us boys/in-laws up to go hunting.&lt;br /&gt;17. You always willing to go hunting no matter what the time or weather.&lt;br /&gt;18. because you made sure we got in on the Turkey draw.&lt;br /&gt;19. Because your easy to BS with and not have to worry if your judging.&lt;br /&gt;20. Because you are such a great support of the kids (babtisms, blessing, games...)&lt;br /&gt;(friends)&lt;br /&gt;21. Because I like to kick your butt at golf during breaks.&lt;br /&gt;22. Because you can ditch your wife and go hunting and not feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;23. Because you are the chessiest texter but yet so are we. (your wife may not think what is said is important, but it makes us laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;24. Because Sportsman's is one of your favorite stores too. &lt;br /&gt;25. Because your quick to check internet and make sure we're getting the best deals.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2WmVUjgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/X8SShLumzTE/s1600-h/100_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2WmVUjgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/X8SShLumzTE/s320/100_1536.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540904312999426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WIFE)&lt;br /&gt;26. Because you make sure we can make it through anything together.&lt;br /&gt;27. Because you work hard at work and at the home. It never stops at 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;28. Because you make me laugh at how you can get so into a video game that you mimic moves without even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;29.....you can make the cutest kids!!!! and the fact I love you too pieces because you are the best MOTO MOTO/hubby/friend in the world!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2WMROLrI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ag8RQV3ANEA/s1600-h/100_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZn2WMROLrI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ag8RQV3ANEA/s320/100_1252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540897316482738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-323982033338045851?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/323982033338045851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=323982033338045851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/323982033338045851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/323982033338045851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-my-sweetheartsbirthday-today.html' title='Happy Birthday JASON!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZnglB_Y27I/AAAAAAAAAYg/qR0TdALChVY/s72-c/102_0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3794609735157973931</id><published>2009-02-11T21:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:03:52.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADOPTION???!!!! YOU BET!!!</title><content type='html'>Adoption is new for our family. I have talked to many people and friends who have adopted and say what a great decision it was! Please let's us know if there is someone you know who might be interested.  I have the most wonderful sister and brother-in-law in the world. Sadly they haven't been able to have any more children of their own. My sister has the biggest heart in the world and So after  LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGGG thoughts and prayers, they have decide to look into ADOPTION!!!! &lt;strong&gt;So if anyone &lt;/strong&gt;knows of any sweet mom's ready to have any new little ones that are looking for a great, caring, loving home I just so happen to know the PERFECT FAMILY!!!! Your in my prayers sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZT-Lh9w4hI/AAAAAAAAAYY/57DQ6mL8FaI/s1600-h/101_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZT-Lh9w4hI/AAAAAAAAAYY/57DQ6mL8FaI/s200/101_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142135371358738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3794609735157973931?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3794609735157973931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3794609735157973931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3794609735157973931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3794609735157973931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/02/adoption-you-bet.html' title='ADOPTION???!!!! YOU BET!!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SZT-Lh9w4hI/AAAAAAAAAYY/57DQ6mL8FaI/s72-c/101_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-5563629054423680745</id><published>2009-02-02T12:33:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:10:52.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to go on a date?</title><content type='html'>HEAD ON OUT!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdQ4uZwZAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/n8o20-bg5OQ/s1600-h/102_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdQ4uZwZAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/n8o20-bg5OQ/s320/102_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292422083634178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my clever sista had a great idea for a date night. A progressive "Love Dinner Date." With all my sisters and madre in on it. It was a hit. With "most" the men not knowing anything, Saturday we were off to burley. Kobe was dropped off with the Hawkes and Mendenhall boys at CeLes's. While the adults piled in with the Sheppard's.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdPywgUn6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/24UpiewxQ5k/s1600-h/102_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdPywgUn6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/24UpiewxQ5k/s320/102_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298291220057202594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the hubby's suprise we showed up to Rasmussen's. They said "Amy and Jeff AND Ben and Nikki are coming?" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdR8gFhv1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EG-YDMMpixA/s1600-h/102_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdR8gFhv1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EG-YDMMpixA/s200/102_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298293586471796562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;It's ALWAYS a surprise when we can actually get most the family together and without kids. a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdRW6QrUAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/R1vAryZr8us/s1600-h/102_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdRW6QrUAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/R1vAryZr8us/s200/102_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292940662853634" /&gt;(ok so Trevor had to come along for mommie reasons and Maelin...their a little too little still) But they were great babies (almost not seen or heard when not being snuggled with adult kisses). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdQCTPR_yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GSRFmsimo-w/s1600-h/102_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdQCTPR_yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GSRFmsimo-w/s320/102_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298291487079005986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we had a delicious salad and appetizers at Amy's. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdSn_lgAGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/K2zuCKzEhwY/s1600-h/102_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdSn_lgAGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/K2zuCKzEhwY/s200/102_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298294333661773922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdSnQGC4eI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IV9CBXPufPA/s1600-h/102_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdSnQGC4eI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IV9CBXPufPA/s200/102_0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298294320913375714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we climbed into 3 vehicles,with walki-talki-s- and drove about 15 miles/hr to Melissa's. While driving someone in one car would ask another person in another car a question from cards CeLes had made up. This made for some interesting and hilarious conversation.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdR70WF-lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/em7qzslZTQw/s1600-h/102_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdR70WF-lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/em7qzslZTQw/s200/102_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298293574730119762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we got to Mel's that had a darling set up.  We enjoyed more questions while eating lasagna, corn, and garlic bread. They had gotten some special drinks, which some swear it had something in it:) I was busy trying to get a picture of my fizzing drink i didn't realize it was spilling over. Such cute chocolates!!!that CeLes out does herself to make it special. Then we went and ended at my mom's were we tested my cinnamon rolls (I have to admit they were so good I didn't get a chance to even take a picture of them) and rootbeer/fruit floats!!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdSnkbw--I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JhYZJImWr_o/s1600-h/102_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdSnkbw--I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JhYZJImWr_o/s200/102_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298294326373186530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played "backseat drawing"...fun game if you haven't played!!!!Time got away way too fast so we had to split early 10:00 to get the kids. It didn't even mind being stuffed in the backseat with Jason ;) and the company was great. Thanks sista's and Jason for playing along.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdWMScCr6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/dkuZoE3m-Fw/s1600-h/102_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdWMScCr6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/dkuZoE3m-Fw/s200/102_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298298255732551586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-5563629054423680745?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/5563629054423680745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=5563629054423680745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5563629054423680745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/5563629054423680745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-to-go-on-date.html' title='Want to go on a date?'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SYdQ4uZwZAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/n8o20-bg5OQ/s72-c/102_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6195206171223728791</id><published>2009-01-22T13:54:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:46:32.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"never too old or young for that matter"</title><content type='html'>Boy oh Boy. I have been enjoying the boys so much lately. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjXV8Fp2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/etmubmEMt8A/s1600-h/102_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjXV8Fp2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/etmubmEMt8A/s320/102_0145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294231352139687778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kobe is getting so big and Trevor is not a little guy anymore. It's fun to see what Trevor is able to do now. He talks so much and has accomplished the rolling over for some time now. Jason calls him "smooth." He lifts his little head so high and then just glides either way awaiting your reaction. Kobe loved to say "again, again." Now is the challenge of should we put him in his own room in the crib? This wouldn't be such a hard decision if I didn't have to actually think about where his room was in the middle of the night to feed him :)The fact is it's just easier to take a few steps and get him. I'm sure he won't mind sleeping in our room till he's 10. I'm sure they have extenders for the bassinet. On the other hand, Kobe hasn't been going to bed so "great" for the lack of a "better word" Jason would prefer to use. So the idea of having a room with screaming kid next to the other room with a whimpering kid (that would be Trevor wishing Kobe would just GO TO BED)just sounds like a fabulous idea right now. So for now, Trevor ain't go'in no where. We have been trying to put Trevor in his crib for naps. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjYE6kkfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-pXuVJfQFdw/s1600-h/102_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjYE6kkfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-pXuVJfQFdw/s320/102_0154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294231364749791730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a table in the room and Kobe heard Trevor waking up and ran into the room, climbed on the table and said "Morning Trebor." So cute! Next thing I knew Kobe was yelling for me and when I went into the room Kobe said, "Mama, Kobe nap time." Suddenly, he thinks all his baby stuff is cool agian. I laugh to see him in the saucer. normally it is on his knees but he also found that he could play BETWEEN WHILE Trevor was in it. .&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjXiF-3jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SaiPx-9I55Q/s1600-h/102_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjXiF-3jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SaiPx-9I55Q/s320/102_0146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294231355402411570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next it's the bouncer, he some how manages to fold into a pretzle with his feet in the air playing with the toys screaming "baby kobe." (the bum shot photo was avoided for your benefit...although it does show his flexiblity :) AND I THINK I CAN POTTY TRAIN HIM AT THIS POINT!hee haa right....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXkN5iOKgbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cpGerELnwBg/s1600-h/102_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXkN5iOKgbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cpGerELnwBg/s320/102_0157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294278119040647602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also have a lot of fun with the "play clothes" that CeLes gave us. Yesterday, it was the Incredibles. I did manage to get him to take them off to go to Bailey's (a.k.a. lifesavors), but when I came home from work Jason said he refused to go to bed without wearing it. I just love my boys. There is nothing in the world like your children's laugh. Jason said they had them giggling last night. well it's PAPA Joes birthday tomorrow. I can't believe my dad is 68!!! Wow young punk still looks great. Kobe just loves him!!! My dad has always had a soft touch with the little ones. Love ya dad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjm6NtWcnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j4_SyhG9VuQ/s1600-h/105_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjm6NtWcnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j4_SyhG9VuQ/s320/105_0193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294235249760694898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6195206171223728791?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6195206171223728791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6195206171223728791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6195206171223728791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6195206171223728791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-too-old-or-young-for-that-matter.html' title='&quot;never too old or young for that matter&quot;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SXjjXV8Fp2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/etmubmEMt8A/s72-c/102_0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6618744294518818629</id><published>2009-01-07T10:50:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:48:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving resolutions....what resolutions?</title><content type='html'>A person may think...Do I really want to stay up just to say "Happy New Year" to only crash in bed minutes later! You bet. Half the fun is seeing who can actually make it to midnight. Ben and Nikki, as usual, through a great party. Firebug Ben had a load of fireworks that Jason helped supervise :) kobe actually enjoyed them this year. Nikki had everyone do "poppers" every hour to count down. Kobe loved playing with these magnets that Santa Brought Hannah and Sara. I wish I knew where she got them. too cool! Then with both boys wide awake at midnight, we cheered in the new year, smooched a little (suddenly Jason is shy in this category but as you can see in the bottom of the picture Kobe wanted in on ;), &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTzKTQSpRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RnZKIPPcRKY/s1600-h/102_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTzKTQSpRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RnZKIPPcRKY/s320/102_0140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288619220732650770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and hoped the boys would fall asleep on the way to my mom's house. Which they didn't, or did they? Due to my fried eyeballs and frazzzzzzelled brain, I can't really remember. I do remember that I was tired. What's new! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTyVEfKw4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/g8Knqj7kVcI/s1600-h/102_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTyVEfKw4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/g8Knqj7kVcI/s320/102_0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288618306235450242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor did manage to work in a quick nap, so he could make it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTzwqcbJQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/y6BXes4lqfc/s1600-h/102_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTzwqcbJQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/y6BXes4lqfc/s320/102_0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288619879792583938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were suppose to write down our resolution down on paper and then open them up next year...the problem was that I enjoy so many of my problems:) ****LISA****you may appreciate this one :) I love my sister's resolution...She is a proud recovering caffeine junky of one year and her resolution is to DRINK MORE CAFFEINE. Got to love some people's creativity. If and when I decide on mine, I'll let you know. I'm still debating which is "really" important. Jason's as always is to NOT make a resolution. But I'm sure deep down it is to go hunting more. We hope your year is full of some NOT SO GOOD MEMORIES...BUT GREAT ONES!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTyroaSf2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/q1QvRxJbYs4/s1600-h/102_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTyroaSf2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/q1QvRxJbYs4/s320/102_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288618693835784034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6618744294518818629?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6618744294518818629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6618744294518818629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6618744294518818629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6618744294518818629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-resolutionswhat-resolutions.html' title='loving resolutions....what resolutions?'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SWTzKTQSpRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RnZKIPPcRKY/s72-c/102_0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-6764021197007387099</id><published>2008-12-30T18:23:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:17:59.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAID "SAY CHEESE,SMILE, AND HOLD STILL!!!"</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas turned out great despite the flawed Christmas ideas. We were needing a picture of the boys together. I don't know how many times we have tried to get a good one, but I think Kobe now HATES pictures. Kobe if you smile "Just once" (we all know that's a lie)then you can....watch a movie, have candy, stay up late (it's already 1030 at night), you see "the boys" (duh mom I know we're already planning on going)...and many more bribes that shouldn't been written :) Well despite the tears, funny faces, and sudden obsession with having a foot in the picture, we did get some pictures. When I went to pick up the pictures the first thing Kobe said was "Kobe naughty." Ohhhhh wonderful memories.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrfEsPEDVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BEKmG38lXTs/s1600-h/000_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrfEsPEDVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BEKmG38lXTs/s200/000_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285782384359509330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVreitm06zI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_RGA8cevS90/s1600-h/105_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVreitm06zI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_RGA8cevS90/s320/105_0411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781800612064050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrgdNBWFzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8ayf6RNq3Q4/s1600-h/105_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrgdNBWFzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8ayf6RNq3Q4/s200/105_0388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783904988829490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrdGRDlEjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5mye9qdZDg4/s1600-h/102_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrdGRDlEjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5mye9qdZDg4/s320/102_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780212400067122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well despite the Grumbling fact that I headed back to work the week of Christmas, there were some cherished memories over the Christmas... giving My mom a present half-way done (don't even get me started), Kobe's new diagnosis of hypothyroidism (we didn't know this until we found he had gotten into some of PAPA's pills) CAN I SAY FREAK US OUT, luckily after counting over 300 pills mixed with aspirin we believe he didn't take any, YES I did call poison control just to see what they would say. Which brings me to my next favored memory...Jason being prompted to go Check on him and LISTENED. It was great to have GG and PAPA back from Arizona.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUjJ5EuoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IbhfgX5GIA0/s1600-h/102_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUjJ5EuoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IbhfgX5GIA0/s200/102_0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770813088512642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kobe had a blast making a CHOO CHOO train with Aunt Megan (your the best. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUj1VO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1P8RNzS9PW8/s1600-h/102_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUj1VO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1P8RNzS9PW8/s200/102_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770824749343122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my sista MEl had a special Christmas ending to the night followed by a share of traditions from my mom. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrjSdMijPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/86ln3lQvZDI/s1600-h/102_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrjSdMijPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/86ln3lQvZDI/s200/102_0075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285787018887073010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each family got a special book and read it together and got blankets to wrap our baby Jesus in a manger.(how many people can say they have a live size manger and baby Jesus.OHHH you would be jealous if you say it. We were so happy to have Grandpa joe and Grandma Gwen with us. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUku4IhVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P9Tw6lQPBWc/s1600-h/102_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUku4IhVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P9Tw6lQPBWc/s200/102_0103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770840196547922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They even followed us home in the poor weather (we debated which of the worst to take. I think after seeing Santa somewhere in a huge snow bank stuck, we decided to go the other way which took us arriving at 1 AM. Fun was had by all. I even ended up coming home on-call the last half of work. Although it took me 2 hours to finish charting before I could leave. ALL in ALL what wonderful blessings and memories. we hope you all had a great CHRISTmas! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUjs6jHOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WX_ZJeVZm-Y/s1600-h/102_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrUjs6jHOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WX_ZJeVZm-Y/s200/102_0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770822489939170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-6764021197007387099?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/6764021197007387099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=6764021197007387099&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6764021197007387099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/6764021197007387099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-said-say-cheesesmile-and-hold-still.html' title='I SAID &quot;SAY CHEESE,SMILE, AND HOLD STILL!!!&quot;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SVrfEsPEDVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BEKmG38lXTs/s72-c/000_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-1580815547782534417</id><published>2008-12-15T09:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:50:04.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bells are ringing...."You're running out of time!"</title><content type='html'>My favorite cuz Lisa Rae had a cute, fun tag for the holidays. With the snow, it really seems like Christmas is near. Only a few more rushing days of shopping left.&lt;br /&gt;I love that i have a million things to do, showering included,and i'm sitting here filling out this tag. But heck, what is another few minutes isn't going to make a difference with my stinky toes, wrinkly pjs, matted hair, dishes piled up in the sink and a tissue up my nose to make it so it doesn't run away while I blog :) Hey at least my kids have had breakfast and their baths.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping paper, and Santa's gifts happen to all come wrapped in the same Red paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a real tree, but I like are Artificial tree. I just have a &lt;em&gt;pine candle &lt;/em&gt;going so it can trick me into &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; it's real :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometime following Thanksgiving, usually a family home evening activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on when Jason is in a "clean up, move it out mood". some years we enjoy longer than other years. We love to have sleepovers out by the tree, so that is why we have a hard time putting it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You mean there are people who do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I loved when we had opened all our gifts and mom and dad would surprise us with a big gift. sometimes it was a family gift. I remember getting my "hot shot" basketball hoop. Although one year my mom made a quilt with all of my old t-shirts that i couldn't part with (i know you all have some) and pictures on it. Way cool!I loved my desk and stereo I got. There are so many gifts i got and loves. Couple of years ago my parents took our family on a Polar Express Train ride in utah....it was of course my mothers spoil us version which was a hit. I wish I would have had kobe. he loves trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some siblings, or Aunts/Uncle on Jason's side of the family. huh still trying to figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Easiest and most FUN Kobe for sure!!! But in reality I could buy my boys a million things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not sure how many I have, but there are quite a few. I have one that even plays the story. Thanks to my mom. Kobe likes playing with my "stuffed/soft" one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love making Christmas Cards...I haven't accomplished that this year. long Story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I once got a sweatshirt that was a XXXL. I knew it probably wasn't bought for me, or at least I HOPE it wasn't, but I guess it was the thought right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them all. I always watch The Santa Claus and The Christmas Box over and over because they are the only two Christmas movies I own. But I do watch "While you were sleeping" a million times over this time of the year. Because it is took place &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; Christmas I totally count it as a Christmas show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know who we "have" it may start in October. But, time usually catches up to me two days before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hummmmmm hummmmm, I once got this "Love making" book as a white elephant gift from a roommate in college (she must have thought I needed it for my upcoming wedding night :). Of course I couldn't wait to give it back to her at her shower :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as much about the food as it is the company. I do love Jones' special K. I do have cravings for the peppermint ice cream in a cup with a little bit of milk mixed in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Lights on the tree?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love lots of lights and i'm picky about how they are put on. That was one thing Jason learned quick. My dad does it this way...He has to admit it looks good, but takes a little longer. Not too much of a fan of multi-colored lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love any song I can get my hands on. We love singing one every night before prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we decided to have christmas at our home. In August, I already called for my parents. Plenty of time to beat my siblings hee hee. And you bet I kept reminding her. So if we are lucky, they'll be here for christmas. But of course there will be trips to burley/rupert the night before and after. I do work christmas this year. bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are nine, i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a beautiful white angel with optical lights. she WAS black (no offense but I couldn't picture that angel on my tree) so my mother-in-law painted her face and hair blond for me. It was only this year that Jason finally figured how to stick her on top of the tree WITHOUT cuss'n. It didn't quite set the mood when words would spill out as an angel is being placed :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to open one the night before ,like the exchange gift, but then later thought that made it for less the next day. I know, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not enough houses with lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have had a different theme for the past 6 years. But this year budget it ringing our necks, so its a good thing we have had such a variety that we would could mix and match this year. Although, I already know what I want for next years tree. That way maybe if i see the ornaments and can get them on super sales after Christmas. I did like the year we had red and black. With black and white pictures of the family! I'm more into having 2 trees. A "nice" tree and a "fun" tree for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Favorite time for Christmas dinner? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime we can make...all day long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;boy my list is endless...but the material things usually are placed on some random shelf in the store and left out of guilt. what I really want is....to be able buy anything I want for my family despite the cost and to be able to stay home with my boys and have a perfect relationship with my husband and Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUayNtEIjFI/AAAAAAAAATg/9xzMiAAcMr8/s1600-h/105_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUayNtEIjFI/AAAAAAAAATg/9xzMiAAcMr8/s320/105_0278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280103561643461714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho, Your tagged...Kim M., Woods, Jodi B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-1580815547782534417?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/1580815547782534417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=1580815547782534417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1580815547782534417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1580815547782534417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-bells-are-ringingyoure.html' title='Christmas Bells are ringing....&quot;You&apos;re running out of time!&quot;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUayNtEIjFI/AAAAAAAAATg/9xzMiAAcMr8/s72-c/105_0278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2095616238477950862</id><published>2008-12-10T21:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:41:44.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCUaaIYwfI/AAAAAAAAASY/mNLp7_21v-w/s1600-h/105_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCUaaIYwfI/AAAAAAAAASY/mNLp7_21v-w/s200/105_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381944690229746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYZuKV4aI/AAAAAAAAATI/OQ8cokeUNEE/s1600-h/105_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYZuKV4aI/AAAAAAAAATI/OQ8cokeUNEE/s320/105_0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386330933780898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor finally got to meet his Aunt Tosha and Cuz Madison. We were excited to have them home from Las Vegas. Kobe loved playing with Madison, even if it seemed she had more stealing toys from Kobe to get him to chase her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYaOuE9iI/AAAAAAAAATY/A1CHlzVOLpc/s1600-h/105_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYaOuE9iI/AAAAAAAAATY/A1CHlzVOLpc/s320/105_0251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386339673601570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what a better way to spend time them and the whole fam then on Temple Square. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCXTRY8AHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XzDK_DL-Mqo/s1600-h/105_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCXTRY8AHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XzDK_DL-Mqo/s320/105_0264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385120619528306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kobe totally loved the lights and Nativity scene. He said later "more Temple." We got home at 130 a.m. but it was all worth it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYY9HhhnI/AAAAAAAAATA/GSwenV4shZQ/s1600-h/105_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYY9HhhnI/AAAAAAAAATA/GSwenV4shZQ/s320/105_0276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386317768623730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYZ41x3ZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tZrM-xmw8NI/s1600-h/105_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCYZ41x3ZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tZrM-xmw8NI/s320/105_0255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386333800324498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-2095616238477950862?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/2095616238477950862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=2095616238477950862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2095616238477950862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/2095616238477950862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUCUaaIYwfI/AAAAAAAAASY/mNLp7_21v-w/s72-c/105_0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3427334108389167324</id><published>2008-12-10T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:34:57.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom's the bomb</title><content type='html'>So this year it was my parents' turn to have us at her house for Thanksgiving. She really lucked out on having everyone there this year. LUCKYYYYY....We'll she really out did herself. everyone and I mean everyone (little kids and all) ate on her best CHINA and glasses. Can you say SHATTER!!! Either she is getting older AND has lost her mind or she is the coolest grandma ever, making everyone feel special. Never failing, the table was beautifully decorated. This year there was even a table set up in the living room to make room for everyone, including extended family. But the thing that made things special was the eight DIFFERENT Thanksgiving cross stitched pillows. SOOOO CUTE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBihpvjpiI/AAAAAAAAARg/OUuv-0BoVVo/s1600-h/105_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBihpvjpiI/AAAAAAAAARg/OUuv-0BoVVo/s320/105_0158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278327093558748706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because they were a hit, I may have been the first one there, but was one of the last to choose. Good thing they were ALL CUTE and priceless. You could tell she had done tons of work on them. Then we had to place a leaf on the garland with something written of what we were thankful for.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBijHp3cZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KQmdg5LL9JA/s1600-h/105_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBijHp3cZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KQmdg5LL9JA/s320/105_0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278327118767813010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, because we were all there we had to have pictures.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBiindKLhI/AAAAAAAAARw/RfUtexSyqzE/s1600-h/105_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBiindKLhI/AAAAAAAAARw/RfUtexSyqzE/s320/105_0174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278327110124580370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one pictured is one with my bros and sistas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBij3kWMfI/AAAAAAAAASA/kx9hcZ4Oqps/s1600-h/105_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBij3kWMfI/AAAAAAAAASA/kx9hcZ4Oqps/s320/105_0189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278327131629564402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one with all the grand kids. Kobe was such a Great sport, I had to hold his resentful crying face up and hide behind him just to get him in the picture.Some times he takes after the JONES BOYS! OF course, We had to have a picture with TOM the TURKEY.&lt;br /&gt;Because we came the night before for a sleep over Kobe tried to help Grandma with the pies!!!Sooo...he ate more then he rolled but I think he has potential to be a future chef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBiiehe3eI/AAAAAAAAARo/VP6tHTz31nc/s1600-h/105_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBiiehe3eI/AAAAAAAAARo/VP6tHTz31nc/s320/105_0151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278327107726794210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so thankful we were all able to be together. the Food was fabtabulous and there was only on spilled drink on the nice table cloth. Leave it up to an ADULT :) My mom is truly the best. She makes things so memorable and always goes the extra. Did I mention my dad is great too :) Nothing is better in the world then family and knowing we can be together forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3427334108389167324?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3427334108389167324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3427334108389167324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3427334108389167324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3427334108389167324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-moms-bomb.html' title='my mom&apos;s the bomb'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SUBihpvjpiI/AAAAAAAAARg/OUuv-0BoVVo/s72-c/105_0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-3592958120228655847</id><published>2008-11-19T19:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:18:19.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quirky TAG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SSTcMTJ-QgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/49TVF1GtDzo/s1600-h/105_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SSTcMTJ-QgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/49TVF1GtDzo/s200/105_0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579567788966402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED form Kali Jo- 6 QUIRKS ABOUT ME ....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this isn't a good idea...:) There could be too many and then after I won't stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate the fact that I want Jason to stay up with Trevor so I can nap/Sleep at night, yet I lay there listening to the baby cry and think I might as well take care of him if I'm just going to stay awake and listen. Why can't I fall asleep like Jas does so easily. GRRRR...."Just let him do it" I keep thinking or "Go get him."&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate calling or talking on the phone. (More calling) I don't know what it is, but my mom said I should get over it. I just would rather text or talk in person.&lt;br /&gt;3. I still hate jewlery. Yes I wear my wedding ring, but I can't think about it or take it off. It's something about holding it in my hand that I just Kringe. I did get my ears pierced in 2nd grade (when I thought I was over it). But this only lasted 2 days and those dang holes are still there. Maybe being a tom boy growing up and wanting to be a "boy" scout had something to do with it.  &lt;br /&gt;4. I just love baby and kid clothes. I would buy my kids a million things if I could.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a thing about keeping my nose clean. I hate a dirty nose.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm against Day care. No offense to those that take their kids, but I just have this thing were I think "I'm the mom so I should be watching MY kids." It's a guilt thing. I hate/feel horrrible when  I have to find someone to watch my kids when I work. I don't mind if it's a friend or family memeber who wathes them. And I have to drop them off at the lastest time possible and I rush to pick them up. I will drive an hour away, just before I have to work, just so they can be at least with "family".&lt;br /&gt; I tag....Shantala, Audra/Woodsie,Sara Kemper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-3592958120228655847?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/3592958120228655847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=3592958120228655847&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3592958120228655847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/3592958120228655847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-form-kali-jo-6-quirks-about-me.html' title='A Quirky TAG...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SSTcMTJ-QgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/49TVF1GtDzo/s72-c/105_0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-4400961940855079636</id><published>2008-11-04T10:47:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:46:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged....who's next...</title><content type='html'>Tag #1: it's Funny the way you remember and perceive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HUSBAND'S NAME?&lt;/strong&gt; Jason Miller Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW LONG HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt; 6yrs and 9 months--wow!! seems long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW LONG DID YOU DATE?&lt;/strong&gt; partial blind date (i had at least seen pictures of him) Right when he came back from Mission in Chile in the end of June. I told him I didn't want to be engaged until December, but he suprised me the last day in November only because his original idea wouldn't work because I was going to Salt Lake to Sara Young's wedding. The whole dating period was Quite Interesting to say the least. Jason may prefer to forget part of it :) Married 2/22/02 at 2:00. Can't forget that one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW OLD IS HE?&lt;/strong&gt; 28, we are same age for four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS TALLER?&lt;/strong&gt; Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO CAN SING BEST?&lt;/strong&gt; Well I think we sing ok together, but then Family home evening proves otherwise. but kobe loves me to sing to him no mater how poor it is. "More Song" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS SMARTER? &lt;/strong&gt;Well i did graduate from college before him, which may not say anything. It depends on the subject. some area I can't even compare to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DOES LAUNDRY?&lt;/strong&gt; Mostly me, but he does help with the washing, but not so much with the putting things away. But who likes doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO PAYS BILLS?&lt;/strong&gt; It started off me mostly, but once the kids come I swear I don't pay attention to anything else. every once in a while I will check things out and see what needs paid and do it. i have learned some from him i this area. I think he prefers I don;t look at the bills cause the couple of times I lectured him on how much extra he cost us for texting. But, i'm sure other times he wished I paid more attention to when things are due so they get out on time.&lt;br /&gt;WHO SLEEPS ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE BED? I do. We switched a couple of nights for kicks so Kobe would come in and wake HIM up during the night. It worked for one night, but then he figured out i was on the other side, so Jason wanted to switch back. I did manage not to get woke up for one night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO MOWS THE LAWN?&lt;/strong&gt; We just barely got a lawn and we got a lawn mower from family so I haven't learned how this one works yet. Plus I was almost 9 moths prego and just had the baby. He finds a little pride in having his own lawn now and likes mowing...I'm sure this will wear off, but I really don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO COOKS DINNER?&lt;/strong&gt; Jason is an AWESOME cook. I have a tendecy to cook "normal" stuff and he cooks something interesting and new. I hate to try new things and he loves it! but if he cooks, usually I still clean up. Although he has gotten better. I clean as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO'S THE FIRST TO ADMIT THEY ARE WRONG?&lt;/strong&gt; We have gotten better, but still we each would say we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO KISSED WHO FIRST?&lt;/strong&gt; I remember our first hug (cheesy i know) only because I thought "that was akward". I didn't hugs could be? I believe he said he loved me first course he remembers &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; saying "I'm in-love with you" first. I thought the was met in the middle, but he remembers not even going there until "I had made up my mind" so he said I kissed him first, but i'm sure it didn't take long to meet my lips.:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO WEARS THE PANTS?&lt;/strong&gt; In the end, Jason usually does.I would like to think I'm in the pocket somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG #2: 4th pic in 4th file and explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SRCfcHvmUDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HS0cxcMu1t4/s1600-h/100_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SRCfcHvmUDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HS0cxcMu1t4/s320/100_0378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883269859954738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Kobe's first Christmas with us. We took this picture to mogpog on a snowman shovel we painted for the grandparents for the holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how many to tag...but I tag: Kim, Lisa Rae, and Chad Barker (Chad -I would like a wife version though so I can get to know her :)(not sure who has/hasn't done it)PLEASE SO BOTH TAGS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-4400961940855079636?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/4400961940855079636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=4400961940855079636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4400961940855079636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/4400961940855079636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-1-its-funny-way-you-remember-and.html' title='Tagged....who&apos;s next...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SRCfcHvmUDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HS0cxcMu1t4/s72-c/100_0378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-7063239580102615234</id><published>2008-11-03T10:33:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:59:53.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fun and Special Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9Jk-9k59I/AAAAAAAAANs/p01NWzfy_2Q/s1600-h/102_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9Jk-9k59I/AAAAAAAAANs/p01NWzfy_2Q/s200/102_0308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264507389144786898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9IY15KtwI/AAAAAAAAANk/dA4JXkn_vKQ/s1600-h/102_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9IY15KtwI/AAAAAAAAANk/dA4JXkn_vKQ/s320/102_0309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264506081040316162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween finally came and Kobe was so excited to finally dress up as a scary dragon. He was dressed up long before we took off the Burley. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9CQdfOnwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jar1aIl1rX8/s1600-h/102_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9CQdfOnwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Jar1aIl1rX8/s320/102_0313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264499339980349186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He could scare anyone with his dragon growl (or at least that is the sound we taught him). If you could look past the wedgie it gave him when he put the "head"on, it fit him perfect :) Trevor was a very cute cookie monster. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9C2DSkgHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hwq6WMrXFdI/s1600-h/102_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9C2DSkgHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hwq6WMrXFdI/s320/102_0326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264499985782964338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had fun at our ward party on Thursday. Kobe loved following the kids around the circle in the "ghost walk", but when the music stopped he just kept going. He didn't quite get it, that is until the one and only time he stopped on a picture and WON! Friday we went to the Hawkes' ward party with Sheppenhalls and Grandma Gwen. It was fun, except for now I was enjoying having an infected tooth and supersized combo headache to go with it that all started up late Thursday night. I guess I got the TRICK while everyone else enjoyed the TREATS. Pain meds were like candy! thanks to family i got part of it fix on Saturday by a nice dentist who made a special trip to his office, so I could semi-enjoy Sunday. Kobe had a great time passing out Grandma's trick-or-treating candy to the family around the room. Smart little wippersnapper some how could remember who had certain kinds of candy. He would pull out a Milky Way and say "Megan" and take it over to her, "snickers" were "Ryan"s. etc...Then he and his cousin Kendra (abt same age) would dump candy and the floor. She would then hand the candy to him and he would put it in the bucket. they did this a million times over. We all just enjoyed watching and laughing. It was fun to play with his other cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9DPOV5gqI/AAAAAAAAANE/KR4VqjxqnQo/s1600-h/sl382073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9DPOV5gqI/AAAAAAAAANE/KR4VqjxqnQo/s320/sl382073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264500418246443682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday was special. All the family came to Twin for Trevor's Blessing. Jason did a great job. We got some pictures after at our house, but luckily my battery DIED and poor Trevor was hungry, which put up a red flag for the pictures. Bummer! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9DrUOdu_I/AAAAAAAAANM/2I8vemoBV0E/s1600-h/sl382119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9DrUOdu_I/AAAAAAAAANM/2I8vemoBV0E/s320/sl382119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264500900862213106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the company and food was great in celebration. My mom added her special touch with a bootanier(sp), which had a piece of my wedding veil and leaves/flowers from my wedding bouquet. His shoes were too cute. She made the sweetest white blessing blanket, burp cloth AND car seat cover. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9ESpjb7HI/AAAAAAAAANU/hGHEbAKHMpA/s1600-h/sl382069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9ESpjb7HI/AAAAAAAAANU/hGHEbAKHMpA/s400/sl382069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264501576602217586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She really went out of her way to make things special. YOU'RE THE BEST MOM!!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9J3B573FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YoIq55ijYOg/s1600-h/102_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9J3B573FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YoIq55ijYOg/s200/102_0344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264507699172465746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was great to have such great family support. GG and Papa were great to stay for blessing before they took off for Arizona. Jason and I were a great team staying up the night before till almost 1:00 trying to get food ready. I love my sweetheart and I'm so grateful for him and how he honors his priesthood. What a blessing and a great ending to a weekend!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9Efd0ipAI/AAAAAAAAANc/RzEq-YxQDz8/s1600-h/102_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9Efd0ipAI/AAAAAAAAANc/RzEq-YxQDz8/s400/102_0340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264501796791034882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-7063239580102615234?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/7063239580102615234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=7063239580102615234&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7063239580102615234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/7063239580102615234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-fun-and-special-weekend.html' title='One Fun and Special Weekend'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQ9Jk-9k59I/AAAAAAAAANs/p01NWzfy_2Q/s72-c/102_0308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-1011248366343282186</id><published>2008-10-28T11:13:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:34:49.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Penny (or a million dollars) for your thoughts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdfGcBfARI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6GkbGngUg2c/s1600-h/102_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdfGcBfARI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6GkbGngUg2c/s320/102_0263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262279253811986706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO in four weeks I have learned some things and laughed at other times...it's funny what goes through my head now that I have more/less time on my hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I can't get over how nervous I was the first time I had a baby...I wouldn't take a shower till Jason got home cause I was afraid to leave the baby. Now I just put Trevor in the swing and put him in the bathroom with me (for protection purposes from older brother who thinks he can pick him up), while Kobe watches a movie. I've also learned that Kobe's hair grows way too fast. This was before I cut it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQddp6Ho-nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IWh7OkhkmAI/s1600-h/102_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQddp6Ho-nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IWh7OkhkmAI/s320/102_0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262277664163035762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny moments...Now Kobe says "Hubba Hubba" When we jump in the shower or at bath time. He is so cute when he says it, apparently he picked this up from me when he just had to run in the living room prior to Jason giving him a bath,to let me know of the obvious:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: I think we have a lot of dust in our house because Kobe has buggers all the time and not the ones with cheese and pickles and Trevor sounds stuffy every night? Random, I know. Kobe is not my baby anymore...and is growing up too fast, sort of &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdceV2o0oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5goOmKyhmPo/s1600-h/102_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdceV2o0oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5goOmKyhmPo/s320/102_0198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276365937857154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: how did I not get more done when I just had Kobe. I seem to get just as much done and I have to feed every two hours (yes mom, I know you what you think...3hrs will be great AT SOME POINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: I have drawn more than 100 pumpkins for Kobe. He loves halloween this year thanks to my mom. You should see the two together, it hillarious. He has two Halloween books he reads ALL the time and enjoys "re"decorating the house and singing "witches sailing threw the sky." His new thing is "kunkin". Everyone is finding it funny when they start calling "pumpkins" =&gt; "kunkins." Even the color orange has been changed to "kunkin." Here are some pics at a pumpkin patch and hay ride we went to with one of his little buddies. &lt;strong&gt;FUNNY&lt;/strong&gt;: For some reason he started "licking" the pumpkins in the field. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdX9xG6rRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zBccZq5YX3Y/s1600-h/102_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdX9xG6rRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zBccZq5YX3Y/s200/102_0205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262271408271699218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5:Trevor is looking less like Kobe (sorry Jones watch out Becks :) but I have all too remembered what it's like to have no sleep, a gassy baby, and a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; attitude about the lack of help (at least it seems that way :)But I do love it when they snuggle and I can't seem to get enough of kissing his cute soft cheeks. Thanks Mel for the glow-in-the-dark skeleton onesie. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdY8u6OVNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1teiwqkFi3Q/s1600-h/102_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdY8u6OVNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1teiwqkFi3Q/s320/102_0285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262272490013349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: I forgot about the spontaneous fountain Trevor gets me with. I remembered though that if I stick a wet wipe over the "fountain of youth" I avoid getting bulls eyed and Trevor doesn't get Puddles" in his eyes (ahh...i hate it when that happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: I forgot how people are just drawn to babies. We were in church for 1st time after having trevor and this lady in front of us turned around and said "I just have to hold that baby" Jason smiled and thought she was just making a comment (We didn't even know her). Then after a while she turned around to me and said "Can I hold your baby?" I was like ahh..I guess. Jason's friend was sitting by us (his family was visiting because we got a new bishopbric) and said, "that's my mom by the way". There have been times when in the store people just stop and stare. We were at the doctors office and a little girl just comes up and starts "petting" him. Got to love new babies. They have sooo many people wrapped around their finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: I learned I can bribe Kobe to stay in bed for naps and at night time if I tell him Grandma is coming or we'll go see the "boys". Of course this only works so long when those things can &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; happen, when he doesn't see Trevor sleeping with me or when his "eye" teeth AREN"T coming in!!!! (got to love the timing on those)&lt;br /&gt;#9: Last comment...I learned I REALLY LOVE DQ CAKES (ok, I already knew that). I seem to come up with an excuse to have one when ever I can..."but honey we need to celebrate...a new house, a new baby, it's my birthday" Bless Jason's heart. He did surprise me with one when Trevor was home. Good points for him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: ok one more ...I learned I really love the Rupert craft fair. Such cute things to buy, family to hang out with (thanks mom and CeLes), wonderful smells, friends you see, and time out of the house (thank goodness for packs so Trevor could snuggle next to me, so we could be out longer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdZ5kbcv_I/AAAAAAAAAME/0X7zCA6bl50/s1600-h/102_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdZ5kbcv_I/AAAAAAAAAME/0X7zCA6bl50/s320/102_0298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262273535171936242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love my boys!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdn7YPoT1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KZmSbomCG3o/s1600-h/102_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdn7YPoT1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KZmSbomCG3o/s320/102_0186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262288959423663954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596252603447097805-1011248366343282186?l=ainsjas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/feeds/1011248366343282186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596252603447097805&amp;postID=1011248366343282186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1011248366343282186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596252603447097805/posts/default/1011248366343282186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsjas.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-in-four-weeks-i-have-learned-some.html' title='&quot;Penny (or a million dollars) for your thoughts&quot;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SdKE8YfTIyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QOpvSA0Vinw/S220/102_0340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SQdfGcBfARI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6GkbGngUg2c/s72-c/102_0263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596252603447097805.post-2112273679550303545</id><published>2008-10-02T17:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:43:24.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much for the "PLANNED" part...and worries...Ready or NOT "I'm HERE!"</title><content type='html'>So my plan...Go to work Sat, Sun, Mon. Break Tuesday (Rest up...heehee). Wednesday Little man coming to town. Well.....Not exactly how things went down and I was stressed about the mix up. I think either Heavenly Father had a different plan or...Ya, he had a different plan. Saturday night at work actually went smooth and to my surprise the charge nurse asked if I wanted to go home on-call. They were a little over staffed at 7pm. I was thinking I could use the money, but at this point it would be nice. I had been having "what I was pretty sure" were contraction's off and on for couple of days. (last time I didn't do anything, before being induced and I guess i'm not as in tune with myself when caring for other people). So what ended up being a 8+ hour shift came a screeching halt at 4.5 hrs. If any knows anything about nursing 4 hrs can be crazy especially with a post-op only an hour towards the end of shift. But I was actually impressed. I had everyone settled for the most part and my my post-op/all orders noted (all the headache) and my charting was all caught up!!!!Ya big deal...no actually even I was impressed. The nurse coming on was of course happy, but during report my "stomach kept hurting", or is it contraction's the nurse asked? Denial wasn't working in my favor but I kept telling myself that it wasn't a big deal. So home I went just in time to eat some spaghetti with my boys. Well it was at that point when Jason said are you all right? (apparently my pausing in between wolfing down dinner was obvious). I said I think I should start timing and see how much time is in between these babies. 5-7 MINS Huh??? That could be a problem. So after calling my wise friend and "NOW WHAT" advise, you would think I had never had a baby before. She suggested sitting down and timing them for the next half hour(at home). To make a long story short... I followed "Kim's advise" =take a shower and shaved my legs and tried to relax. truly my thoughts were maybe they will go away. NOPE, so we decided we might as well go check things out. Finally a little after 10pm we said prayers with Kobe got some things packed "just in case" and put Kobe to bed as Tiki and Jacob came over, off we went! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SOVvE9wTQpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DpSxK9rMWJg/s1600-h/102_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_MwE_bbQ3o/SOVvE9wTQpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DpSxK9rMWJg/s320/102_0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252726671484863122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We snuck in through the nurses entrance in the back way and walked up the stairs (which jason said if you can take the stairs, i'm not so sure we need to be here, but we just laughed). After getting settled they check to see if I was dilated and sure enough I wasn't really surprised to see I was a "2." my contractions were 5-6 mins apart. Wow 2 more than I was with Kobe. So the IV was started (after 6 pokes-so much for "my good veins"-they were nervous too). DID I MENTION I WAS ON-CALL!!! Kinda funny, I'm sure when the PCC found out that the nurse she sent home on-call was admitted to labor and delivery that was cut short. DARN there goes MY $2. It happened to be that Dr. Allen, after all, would be doing the C-section anyway. Well, he said lets get this ball rolling, no need to be having contractions when this is scheduled!!!!THANK YOU! The anesthesiologist that I had just talked to on the floor about how nervous I was for Wednesday couldn't helped but crack a smile when he saw
