<?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-35678416</id><updated>2012-02-08T20:54:09.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey through my thoughts, wishes and my family time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1841002713163712242</id><published>2009-03-11T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:25:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...I joined facebook</title><content type='html'>So that's why I have neglected you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an ultrasound done on thursday and the radiology place screwed up my next test (most impotant) thyroid scan with uptake.  I'm scheduled for tomorrow at 730 am, or I was scheduled until the canceled me for there own dumb mistake.  They decided to work on my paper work at 4pm today (so nice of them, huh?) and decided that they didn't have the auth or requisition form.  So they just canceled me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I am going to show up there tomorrow at 730 am to be "worked in" since they told me I will be on standb y.  The girl there told me they would call me, if a patient didn't show or came late.  I think I will just save them the phone call and be there in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My symptoms have gotten worse.  My heart rate is always over 100 beats a minute, I'm always shaken and trembling, constantly sweating, and always feeling like my heart is going to jump out of my chest.  But I guess those don't sound "urgent" enough for some people.  Because that's what my doctor ordered last Monday (which is 8 days, not 2 days).  Urgent in the medical field means within 2 days...fyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1841002713163712242?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1841002713163712242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1841002713163712242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1841002713163712242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1841002713163712242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorryi-joined-facebook.html' title='Sorry...I joined facebook'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6526605824217849056</id><published>2009-02-12T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:27:44.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I still don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried taking the thyroid medicine tapozole 3 times a day and it made me sick.  I expressed this to the endocrinologist (maybe he would adjust my dose), and he inturn referred me to a general surgeon.  So I'm going with the flow and seeing him on tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will all change since I see new doctors in a new medical group effective March 1st.  So who knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goiter seems to be getting harder and I notice it's a little bit bigger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6526605824217849056?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6526605824217849056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6526605824217849056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6526605824217849056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6526605824217849056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1070142304753446310</id><published>2009-01-31T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:29:47.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story: Part Two</title><content type='html'>So I saw my Endocrinologist on Friday, and my diagnosis is....Hyperthyroidism (HT) caused by Grave's Disease. I know, sounds pretty "deathly". I mean, didn't Dr. Grave have the decency to name it something that didn't sound like death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave's Disease isn't as bad as it sounds. There are many causes of HT, Grave's is most common. Common symptom/sign is the protruding eyes...Mine aren't like this because the doc said we caught it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have options....&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay on medicine until my thyroid ges back to normal...(months? years?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Do Radio Iodine Therapy...Hulk style&lt;br /&gt;3. Surgery....bye bye thyroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I stay on medicine, I don't think it will control my Grave's Disease...but my thyroid. So then i would do the radio therapy or surgery. Most likely radio therapy, but have a goiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SYUTaVMNwjI/AAAAAAAABG0/37Tg2rmqlXA/s1600-h/goiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297661879757161010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SYUTaVMNwjI/AAAAAAAABG0/37Tg2rmqlXA/s200/goiter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So wouldn't you think to get rid of it, I would have surgery? I'm confused and don't really want to think about it. Most of all, I will need to pray about what will be right for me in the long run. A lot to think about now. But I know God will lead me in the right way.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am on medicine right now along with a blood pressure medicine since my heart rate is so high. But the blood pressure medicine is only temporary, but the thyroid medicine is permenant until I choose an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray for me. My symptoms are awful, some days I feel like jumping out of my skin and other days I'm tired and weak. My patience is so thin with my little kiddos and it sucks. People think it's not a big deal to have a thyroid problem since you look normal on the outside. But your thyroid controls so much in your body. Stuff that I didn't know until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep all my bloggy blog friends updated, of course as i get them...&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;&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1070142304753446310?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1070142304753446310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1070142304753446310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1070142304753446310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1070142304753446310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-part-two.html' title='The Story: Part Two'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SYUTaVMNwjI/AAAAAAAABG0/37Tg2rmqlXA/s72-c/goiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-933780263335111423</id><published>2009-01-27T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:49:40.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my doc is on maternity leave and I get stuck with Dr. Frankenstein. Yeh, that's right. But they pronounce it "steen", but after being treated by him, it's the square forehead hands out walking guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born with a heart murmor-no big deal. So he heard it and informed me. I told him I knew. He then asked me why I didn't tell him. (fair question) I told him every doctor that I have came across lately have not heard it. He understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him my symptoms and he asked where I worked. I dread telling docs I work for one, because they tend to stereotype. (I do) They think you think you know it all. You research everything. (I do--but just to gain knowledge not a hyperchondriac...it's hyperthyroidism =) ) So I told him I wasn't one of "those". He laughed and didn't believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he thinks I might have an infection "somewhere" in my body and he wants to do some blood work. I asked him he if thought it was my thyroid. He said, "Oh no, your thyroid looks fine." (Mind you he never touched my throat! Just heard my heart...for 10 mintues) "But" he said, "I will check it anyway." Well gee thanks Doctor, because that's what I paid my $25 copay for. For you to assess me and LISTEN to me that I have lost 25 pounds in 2-1/2 months. Not what just you heard. So of course I have no infection in my body, just a whacked out Thyroid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SX_UsHLbfZI/AAAAAAAABGc/_lcIyxROeAc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296185541117312402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SX_UsHLbfZI/AAAAAAAABGc/_lcIyxROeAc/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wants to see me in a month. I don't care to go, but it would be fun to say I told you so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FYI...this is coming from someone that works for a doctor. Some people have to manage their own care. Help the doc along. Because sometimes doctors get use to diagnosing one thing and don't really look at the whole picture. I just have a measley thyroid problem, thank God it wasn't my heart or anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/35678416-933780263335111423?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/933780263335111423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=933780263335111423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/933780263335111423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/933780263335111423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SX_UsHLbfZI/AAAAAAAABGc/_lcIyxROeAc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2186208769471981613</id><published>2009-01-24T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:31:29.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, lets see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my haircut.  Finally.  It's been driving me nuts, getting so hot and it's too much work.  So I hacked it off and donated it to locks of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SX_PSF3oTYI/AAAAAAAABGU/5YXyE90g2lU/s1600-h/0109091423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179596531092866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SX_PSF3oTYI/AAAAAAAABGU/5YXyE90g2lU/s200/0109091423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of being hot.  No, I'm not saying I am, but...Its actually one of my symptoms that I have been experiencing for about 5 months now.  The other ones are...trembling hands and legs, weakness, rapid heart beat, sweating, and losing weight.  Of course the last one is a nice!  I finally found out it is my Thyroid...more on how I found out later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I have a hyperthyroidism.  I can't stand a "ism" diagnosis.  It makes it sound so bad and real.  I go see an Endocrinologist on Friday to find out what he may suggest and to see if I need more blood work.  Which I will...again, more on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm thinking if they put me on medicine to control it, I should probably wait until I lose all the weight I want then start the meds!! What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW...just kidding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/35678416-2186208769471981613?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2186208769471981613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2186208769471981613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2186208769471981613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2186208769471981613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SX_PSF3oTYI/AAAAAAAABGU/5YXyE90g2lU/s72-c/0109091423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6596602679014807004</id><published>2008-12-16T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:09:25.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>side note</title><content type='html'>This applies to all future and past posts.  I apologize for any typos, mis=spelled words, bad grammar...and so on.  You see I type 55 wpm, may not be right all the time due to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -tyler&lt;br /&gt;     -gavin&lt;br /&gt;     -above kids running around me while I type&lt;br /&gt;     -above kids climbing on me while I type&lt;br /&gt;     -one of the above kids crying while I type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be more, but I have to tend to one of the above kids right now, as they are doing one of the above things to me right now...oh Lord help me....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6596602679014807004?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6596602679014807004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6596602679014807004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6596602679014807004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6596602679014807004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/side-note.html' title='side note'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6544537020497756718</id><published>2008-12-16T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:05:40.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>staff christmas party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My office...Gris, Michelle, Dr. Jung, me, Daniel, and our Audiologist, Miriam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We take these pictures because we do those picture christmas card things. What do you think? If you are a doctor in Riverside County, you will be getting one. If not, you can look at this copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzMQpacvI/AAAAAAAABFk/Gfx7Sr6rOZk/s1600-h/mission_inn_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280526848812020466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzMQpacvI/AAAAAAAABFk/Gfx7Sr6rOZk/s320/mission_inn_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My office's family...too many to name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzLuHAF-I/AAAAAAAABFc/-ov7BW93wiU/s1600-h/mission_inn_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280526839540881378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzLuHAF-I/AAAAAAAABFc/-ov7BW93wiU/s320/mission_inn_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family...you know them as, Tyler, Gavin, John, and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzLbHO5AI/AAAAAAAABFU/aojxai66MaU/s1600-h/mission_inn_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280526834441577474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzLbHO5AI/AAAAAAAABFU/aojxai66MaU/s320/mission_inn_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to write, but had a great time again. The kids were good, the food was okay. Not a big fan of the mission's food, but the atmosphere is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6544537020497756718?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6544537020497756718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6544537020497756718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6544537020497756718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6544537020497756718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/staff-christmas-party.html' title='staff christmas party'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SUgzMQpacvI/AAAAAAAABFk/Gfx7Sr6rOZk/s72-c/mission_inn_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-750772724701664697</id><published>2008-12-02T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:42:09.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Friday afternoon in the urgent care before the "not nice ladies hurt me" poked Tyler 3 times.  He was so out of it, dozing off and everything.  His flu bug started early thanksgiving with vomiting anf diarrhea.  It sprung on tyler so quick! He couldn't keep nothing down-including Gatorade.  So it continued Friday and thats when I decided to take him to urgent care.  Big mistake.  They tried 3 times to get an IV, but no luck since his poor little veins were mush from being dehydrated.  So they admitted him to Riverside Community.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor baby, I never have seen him so sick and I have never been so scared.  The scared part is probably due to the nurse at Urgent Care.  She so nicely told me that her daughter went through the same thing, but almost died!! Nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STX9u91Ck8I/AAAAAAAABFM/El8mbcwF3o0/s1600-h/1128081506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275401521847243714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STX9u91Ck8I/AAAAAAAABFM/El8mbcwF3o0/s320/1128081506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But obviously he came around.  Here he is eating his breakfast.  He was so grateful for banana's, rice, dry toast, and applesauce.  When they delivered it he said, "thanks you for my shood lady!" He was such a good patient.  He was so brave and I am so proud of my little boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STX9upQNNsI/AAAAAAAABFE/K7M6Wb7s15U/s1600-h/1129080945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275401516324042434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STX9upQNNsI/AAAAAAAABFE/K7M6Wb7s15U/s320/1129080945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only thing now is, that he is VERY apprehensive about going to doctors now.  He said on Monday when we were on our way to his pediatrician, "Mommy are the lady gonna poke me?" I told him, "No pokes tyler, I promise." He then inturn said to me (which broke my heart), "the docotrs are not nice to anymore."  Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-750772724701664697?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/750772724701664697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=750772724701664697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/750772724701664697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/750772724701664697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STX9u91Ck8I/AAAAAAAABFM/El8mbcwF3o0/s72-c/1128081506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2420427822666257695</id><published>2008-12-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:59:53.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Trees...and SANTA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photographer thought it was funny that he was in the picture...as you can see I thought it was hilarious, Gavin-not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM5RAKBcI/AAAAAAAABE8/GO0yGDU2RxU/s1600-h/dec08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066347746362818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM5RAKBcI/AAAAAAAABE8/GO0yGDU2RxU/s320/dec08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want power rangers...star wars legos...(funny thing is tyler doesn't even like star wars, he just saw it in the ad one day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM5NTSzAI/AAAAAAAABE0/YKYlQr6OwTg/s1600-h/dec08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066346752887810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM5NTSzAI/AAAAAAAABE0/YKYlQr6OwTg/s320/dec08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprised that this actually turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM4toscxI/AAAAAAAABEs/bEwlapy_pY4/s1600-h/dec08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066338252714770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM4toscxI/AAAAAAAABEs/bEwlapy_pY4/s320/dec08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 0ops! I thought I flipped this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM4VWfK9I/AAAAAAAABEk/E6ZIEAHGiDo/s1600-h/dec08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066331733896146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM4VWfK9I/AAAAAAAABEk/E6ZIEAHGiDo/s320/dec08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet face...don't let him fool you Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM4M5WCZI/AAAAAAAABEc/ePzyOKLuIqY/s1600-h/dec08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066329464179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM4M5WCZI/AAAAAAAABEc/ePzyOKLuIqY/s320/dec08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;So after poor tyler got out of the horsepistol (More on that tomorrow) we decided to take him to go see Santa. We were actually planning on taking him to see Santa on Friday, but being so sick still we went to Urgent Care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the whole time we were at Urgent Care and not seeing Santa, poor tyler was being poked and tortured by inexperience nurses (who said they do pediatric IV's all the time). But, like I said more on that tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2420427822666257695?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2420427822666257695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2420427822666257695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2420427822666257695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2420427822666257695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/festival-of-treesand-santa.html' title='Festival of Trees...and SANTA!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/STTM5RAKBcI/AAAAAAAABE8/GO0yGDU2RxU/s72-c/dec08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7581673783494911795</id><published>2008-11-11T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:10:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...old pics that I never posted</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos of Gavin that Burgundy took. At 9 months old we did some pictures like these for Tyler. So when Gavin was 9 months I wanted to continue the tradition. Unfortunatle I don't have the one of tyler when he was 9 mths (It's hanging in my mom's front bathroom if you are interested in seeing it)but here are the one's of Gavin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story I just have to add real quick.  When I took off Gavin's diaper right before the photo shoot began, he spotted something he has never seen before.  He was quite intregued by this little part between his legs.  We actually coudn't get him to focus and look at the camera.  But eventually we got his attention with another "toy".  But it was hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpGgLQXGaI/AAAAAAAABEU/X3b6_eF8VXs/s1600-h/boys+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267600232754387362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpGgLQXGaI/AAAAAAAABEU/X3b6_eF8VXs/s320/boys+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpGfgQJF0I/AAAAAAAABEM/FADeX25Eg4o/s1600-h/boys+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267600221210744642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpGfgQJF0I/AAAAAAAABEM/FADeX25Eg4o/s320/boys+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...what's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpF_zow2EI/AAAAAAAABEE/WS8JBB-fX_M/s1600-h/boys+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267599676658473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpF_zow2EI/AAAAAAAABEE/WS8JBB-fX_M/s320/boys+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow! I found something you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpFtQPQqwI/AAAAAAAABD8/vkb65XBP618/s1600-h/boys+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267599357918620418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpFtQPQqwI/AAAAAAAABD8/vkb65XBP618/s320/boys+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the prize shot that will sit next to Tyler's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's not like I am forgetting to blog, it's just that I'm not very important. I'm a very boring person with boring things that I do. Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7581673783494911795?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7581673783494911795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7581673783494911795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7581673783494911795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7581673783494911795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-pics-that-i-never-posted.html' title='...old pics that I never posted'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SRpGgLQXGaI/AAAAAAAABEU/X3b6_eF8VXs/s72-c/boys+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1521831583797461411</id><published>2008-10-22T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:31:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a relief!</title><content type='html'>As tyler got up to use the potty, I sat there at our dining room table as I finished my turkey sandwich.  The next thing I heard was, "Ahhhhhhh....what a relief." Yes, tyler thinks it is a relief to go pee...where on earth did he hear that from? Hmm, maybe I should question John, or question what he is watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time...too bad I don't have a picture of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1521831583797461411?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1521831583797461411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1521831583797461411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1521831583797461411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1521831583797461411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-relief.html' title='What a relief!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-9210542250738343056</id><published>2008-10-12T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:57:07.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, after several of my blog followers request, I'm here. Okay who am I kidding, two people have asked me to blog again. Just a glimpse of what happened in the last 2 months (man I'm bad)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got a dog-cocker spaniel and poodle mix-named bailey. We missed kali so much we had to get another doggy. We still miss kali, but it feels good to have a dog again...and boy is miss bailey energetic! Non-stop playing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4D-gQ-I/AAAAAAAABCc/MFzUGY_wD6E/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306459676787682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4D-gQ-I/AAAAAAAABCc/MFzUGY_wD6E/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4c6UXzI/AAAAAAAABCk/V1hqYF15D24/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306466370117426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4c6UXzI/AAAAAAAABCk/V1hqYF15D24/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my siblings and I went to our church marriage retreat in Palm Desert at the Esmeralda resort. Beautiful-hot-and we were both sick-yuck! What a way to handle your "business"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm48AOR-I/AAAAAAAABC0/Uuu-Kll8Yos/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306474716383202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm48AOR-I/AAAAAAAABC0/Uuu-Kll8Yos/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Tyler started preschool! I can't believe it...time goes by too quickly. He's almost 4, my goodness! He is in the Pooh Bear class and enjoying it very much. Sometimes he doesn't want to go home when I pick him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4ori7sI/AAAAAAAABCs/qgCVA_IYTWc/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306469529382594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4ori7sI/AAAAAAAABCs/qgCVA_IYTWc/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm49gwwxI/AAAAAAAABC8/0wmhKuN943g/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306475121296146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm49gwwxI/AAAAAAAABC8/0wmhKuN943g/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a birthday-woo hoo 28 years old! Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;John had his 31st birthday, he went bunging jumping...we didn't bring our camera...stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrA5EslqI/AAAAAAAABDE/xjXhLoiarw8/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256311009415304866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrA5EslqI/AAAAAAAABDE/xjXhLoiarw8/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gavin turned 1 with Mickey and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrBFW4PyI/AAAAAAAABDM/zlKGBJPhVTs/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256311012712791842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrBFW4PyI/AAAAAAAABDM/zlKGBJPhVTs/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmmm...cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrBab7BgI/AAAAAAAABDU/Pr9kBCXbtJE/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256311018371089922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrBab7BgI/AAAAAAAABDU/Pr9kBCXbtJE/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we just went to Oak Glen last Sunday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrBfylNII/AAAAAAAABDc/9FfMl0EsjBo/s1600-h/july+08+thru+oct+08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256311019808306306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIrBfylNII/AAAAAAAABDc/9FfMl0EsjBo/s320/july+08+thru+oct+08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went camping, but those pictures are ont he camera still....I'll pst those next year! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon! (I promise) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-9210542250738343056?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9210542250738343056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=9210542250738343056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9210542250738343056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9210542250738343056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SPIm4D-gQ-I/AAAAAAAABCc/MFzUGY_wD6E/s72-c/july+08+thru+oct+08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-4177441407302809938</id><published>2008-08-09T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:23:29.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SJ1CGIbZrGI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ttrnGHreJUU/s1600-h/kali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232411015183445090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SJ1CGIbZrGI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ttrnGHreJUU/s320/kali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know where to begin...it was suppose to be her back that we were worried about...she was only 5 years old...how on earth can this happen so quickly...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our poor Kali girl has gone to doggie heaven tonight.  She has left us and all her discomfort and pain she has been going through lately.  Gosh, I can't believe she is really gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all started about 2 weeks ago or so when I noticed she was limping around favoring her left leg.  I immediately thought it's her knee (she had prior knee surgery in 2004).  After checking in with her vet (the best on earth) it was safe to say it wasn't her knee but they were bringing up that it might be her back.  I knew then, that one night in the emergency vet clinic back in 2005 when we first found out about her back problem...it was resurfacing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor wanted to start her on muscle relaxers and pain meds twice a day.  He also wanted to do a xray of her back, but I wanted to wait since this could pass just like it did in 2005.  But he wanted us to check back with him in a 2 days for her progress and then recheck in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Tuesday her limping was gone, but she still wasn't herself.  I had an apointment that day and thats when we did an xray to see how bad her back had worsen since the last xray in 2005.  Well it was bad.  Poor little Kali had 5 vertebres just bone-to-bone.  Her spine was also curving because of the pressure.  We talked then at that time reviewing her films that surgery is do-able because of her age.  But he also showed me that her liver seemed kinda enlarged, which concerned him.  He did say being on steroids for a month could do it (she needed steroids for another health situation she had months prior) but he wanted to make sure everything checked out good, so he took some blood tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday was the day that changed everything.  The results showed a high amalayse count of 14000 and normal limits are within 750.  Okay that's bad.  Liver count was within normal limits.  But it didn't stop there.  Her white blood count was high as well.  It wasn't pancreatitis, doctor added on another test to check that out.  So he was baffled as to what is putting off this bad of an infection in her gut.   We started her on some heavy duty anitbiotics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday-no change...she just was getting worse.  I had a ray of hope since she would eat and was barking at the things dogs bark at.  Jumping out the doggy door wasn't a problem either.  I almost brought her in for the vet to see her.  In fact they told me to since the night prior I felt a lump on her side.  But I just thought maybe we should give the antibiotics a day or so to kick in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday...today.  Man kali was a hurt puppy dog.  I called he vet and they told me to bring her in and I did.  They didn't like that I said her belly was swollen and tight.  All my worries and fears came today.  The doctor examined her and said she felt a lump, the same lump I felt Wednesday night.  She wanted to take another picture to see what is going on here since the tuesday xray just showed an enlarged liver, nothing else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is what I heard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yeh, I have this dog that I'm concerned about and need for you guys to take a look at her tonight..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No, I think her constipation and liver problem is secondary to what's going on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yea yea I'm really concered since I felt a mass on physical examination and the new xray shows possibly 2 masses that I don't know where they're coming from."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doctor comes in my room with her laptop with the images I never wanted to see.  So that conversation that I heard right before she came in was to California Vetinary Specialist in Murrieta.  She began to show me Kali's xray and tell me that I need to take her to this place in Murrieta because they are the people that can tell me what I'm dealing with and they can do an ultrasound to see if it's operable.  RED FLAG!! Whenever anyone tells you if it might not be operable...it will not be operable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get to this critical care pet emergency clinic (God sent) and are taken back and told even worse news.  You know it's going to be bad when the doctor comes in with her head down and sooner than what she said she would be in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we found 3 masses inside her belly...and it's not good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One tumor is on the spleen and pushing the bowel to oneside and there's another...on the lower part of her liver."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So she has 2 on her liver and the biggest one is on her spleen, so her cancer has metastisized in her abdomen.  What this is called is Hemangiosarcoma of the spleen and has spread everywhere"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"At this point (I thought she was going to say we need to put her down) her abdomen is starting to fill with blood from the spleen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She began to graciously tell me my 3 options I have.  I don't really need to tell you all of them since we all know surgery and chemo were number 1 and 2...and the third, well, you know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she told us xrays don't always show this cancer and since the spleen is a "lay low" kind of organ it's hard to diagnose it early until it's too late.  Ultrasounds are your best bet to discover the cancer.  But it is an agressive fast growing cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gave us the option of taking her home with us tonight and loving on her and giving her a "steak dinner" and take her in tomorrow to, you know.  I wanted to do that, but John was right, that wouldn't be healthy for me and there is no way I could willingly say goodbye to kali tomorrow as she goes off to die.  And the doctor even siad there might be a possibilty that she might bleed out.  Chances were slim, but I couldn't have that happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we are all sadden tonight that our little kali has gone to doggy heaven.  She was such a good dog.  Such a sweet demeanor and loving to everyone.  She would give you kisses until her tongue falled off.  She would cuddle with you until the morning and beg for food like she has never ate! We are going to miss her so much, but we were able to be with her and love on her just before she was left us.  Her last memory of us, was being in my arms kissing her and saying I love you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/35678416-4177441407302809938?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4177441407302809938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=4177441407302809938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4177441407302809938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4177441407302809938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadden.html' title='Sadden...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SJ1CGIbZrGI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ttrnGHreJUU/s72-c/kali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-3592058397376256935</id><published>2008-08-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:52.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please vote...AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so I don't know if Gavin won the 2nd round or what...but today is the cutoff day to submit his picture for round 3. If he won, I'll post something tomorrow, if not please vote again!!&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes again....vote for Gavin on 104.3 fm's website. For their beautiful baby contest. Gavin will have a shot at winning $20,000 for a college education...because you know that will only cover books, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, voting starts Wednesday the 6th and last until Sunday the 10th. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.1043myfm.com/"&gt;http://www.1043myfm.com/&lt;/a&gt; and click the top banner where it says..."My beautiful baby contest..." and that will take you to the round 3 galleries and all the rules. BUT if you check the page out today it will only show round 2 galleries still. So PLEASE check back Wednesday (8/6) and vote. I think all you have to do is register your name and email and to vote you will need to have a email account...who doesn't have those...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture I submitted for round 3 so you know what beautiful baby you are looking for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SJXhy8AW2DI/AAAAAAAAAt0/F2V_vivf0UI/s1600-h/may_thru_july_098_opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230334807478032434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SJXhy8AW2DI/AAAAAAAAAt0/F2V_vivf0UI/s200/may_thru_july_098_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-3592058397376256935?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3592058397376256935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=3592058397376256935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3592058397376256935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3592058397376256935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-voteagain.html' title='Please vote...AGAIN!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SJXhy8AW2DI/AAAAAAAAAt0/F2V_vivf0UI/s72-c/may_thru_july_098_opt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6153393828180701309</id><published>2008-07-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:52.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not talking abuot the presidential election either...vote for Gavin on 104.3 fm's website. For their beautiful baby contest. Gavin will have a shot at winning $20,000 for a college education...beause you know that will only cover books, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, voting starts tomorrow the 30th and last until Sunday the 3rd. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.1043myfm.com/"&gt;http://www.1043myfm.com/&lt;/a&gt; and click the top banner where it says..."My beautiful baby contest..." and that will take you to the round 2 galleries and all the rules. BUT if you check the page out today it will only show round 1 galleries still. So PLEASE check back tomorrow (7/30) and vote. I think all you have to do is register your name and email and to vote you will need to have a email account...who doesn't have those...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture I submitted so you know what beautiful baby you are looking for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SI9FVq1EgiI/AAAAAAAAAts/QH9G4HdWzpA/s1600-h/gavin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228473930976887330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SI9FVq1EgiI/AAAAAAAAAts/QH9G4HdWzpA/s200/gavin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case anyone was wondering why I didn't enter tyler my 3 year old...he is too old...but don't worry I entered him another contest!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6153393828180701309?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6153393828180701309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6153393828180701309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6153393828180701309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6153393828180701309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-vote.html' title='Please vote!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SI9FVq1EgiI/AAAAAAAAAts/QH9G4HdWzpA/s72-c/gavin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7036157015398272087</id><published>2008-07-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:52.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you later Riverside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SHbwNJmmC_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/4RaIQ7lH_gs/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221624926689430514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SHbwNJmmC_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/4RaIQ7lH_gs/s200/IMG_2294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well for the weekend that is. I guess there is suppose to be a heat wave this week (same temp as last 2 weeks). John, being the spontaneous husband he is got a hotel in Seal Beach and we are just gonna hang out with the kids, have a bonfire at bolsa chica, surf and just avoid the "heat wave"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7036157015398272087?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7036157015398272087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7036157015398272087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7036157015398272087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7036157015398272087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/see-you-later-riverside.html' title='See you later Riverside'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SHbwNJmmC_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/4RaIQ7lH_gs/s72-c/IMG_2294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5269929605654582900</id><published>2008-07-10T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:24:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me??</title><content type='html'>So you guessed it, the HIDA scan results were negative.  Well, that's what I make from it.  See, that's a problem you have when you work in the medical field.  I got my results because I couldn't wait for a call back from my doc.  So I took the liberty to get it myself (don't ask) and well it didn't say anything bad.  But Monday, I had another attack that sent me home.  I called my doctor's office and they said they would give me a call back with my results and to see what the next step was.  Well, I'm actually one step ahead of them, but I am still waiting for that call...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna go ahead and diagnose my stomach problems as "gallbladder problems" until I get a call back or something otherwise is diagnosed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5269929605654582900?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5269929605654582900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5269929605654582900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5269929605654582900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5269929605654582900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me??'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5831364406802598645</id><published>2008-07-01T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:53.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIDA, HIDA, HIDA, Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is what I had done today.  It's called a HIDA scan.  In non-medical terms, it basically shows if the liver, gallbladder and all those bile ducts work.  First I was injected with radioactive "stuff" (I know cool, huh?) and then this machine takes pictures for an hour.  So I was able to lay down for an hour...that was the only perk.  I shut my eyes and just rested, it was nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SGsTk5K3o9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/BRgzfvp2zGA/s1600-h/hida+scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218286117781480402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SGsTk5K3o9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/BRgzfvp2zGA/s320/hida+scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I don't know what the results are yet I will have to call my doctor in a few days to find out.  I know this sounds crazy, but I hope they found something on this scan today.  I have had an xray of my gallbladder, a ultrasound of my gallbladder, barium swallow, and now this.  I do have pain in my stomach, I really do.  I feel like these doctors are suspecting that I may be making these things up.  But I'm not and really wish I was.  It's an awful gnawing pain which brings nausea and vomiting with it.  It seems like I have been having more attacks lately in the past 6 months.  I just hope someone finds a answer for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5831364406802598645?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5831364406802598645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5831364406802598645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5831364406802598645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5831364406802598645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/hida-hida-hida-ho.html' title='HIDA, HIDA, HIDA, Ho!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SGsTk5K3o9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/BRgzfvp2zGA/s72-c/hida+scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-8077892658455208555</id><published>2008-06-28T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:53.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SGcarACeV5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/7YTCe1cgpmc/s1600-h/extreme%2520home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217168019379083154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SGcarACeV5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/7YTCe1cgpmc/s200/extreme%2520home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just when you think your life is so horrible and you have nothing...watching a show like extreme makeover makes you appreciate what you have and forget about what you want. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just got done watching last sunday's show (takes a week to watch my tivo's shows sometimes) and bawled my eyes out. The family that they were helping lost both their mom and dad and now leave with their aunt (mom's sis), with their aunts kids. Their dad was killed in a car accident maybe 5 years ago. And then after ttheir mom stated dating again, found a guy that turned out to be phsyco when she dumped him and started stalking her and her kids. Well unfortunately he shot and killed the mom and her boyfriend in the middle of the night. The boyfriend would stay over to protect them and make sure nothing would happen. Well, the impossible happened. To make it even worse. The oldest daughter was sleeping right by her mom when it happened. AND she was also in the car with her dad when they got in a accident. So this poor 13 year (age she is now) has seen both her parents die. How awful! Anyway, now they are living with their aunt and unlce and their kids. They are truely blessed with great family and now a beautiful home where they can all enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this show...pass me the kleenex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-8077892658455208555?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8077892658455208555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=8077892658455208555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8077892658455208555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8077892658455208555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/extreme-crying.html' title='Extreme crying'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SGcarACeV5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/7YTCe1cgpmc/s72-c/extreme%2520home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6257117591396873325</id><published>2008-06-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:29:41.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just saying...</title><content type='html'>For those of "you" out there lurking behind every corner, every booth, every aisle...stop and listen to what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mom of two. I wouldn't trade being a mom to tyler and gavin for anything in the world. I have my "calgon take me away" days and I have my "kids are the best" days. Today was the calgon day. I had an appointment to see my doctor and I took my two kiddos with me. Honestly I was like, "I can do this, gavin will sleep in the back and tyler will get out when I'm in the room (double stroller). I brought books, crayons, hot wheels, dum-dum's, you name it I was prepared. You would think this would be my first adventure out of the house with two kids. It didn't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I wanted to park in the back so tyler wouldn't see the fountain that is right in front of Riverside Medical Clinic. I succeded on that part- yes! Then we strolled on by his floor that he is use to, pediatrics. And of course he remembers that he gets to play with the neat little toys. This is where it began..."Mama, I wanna play toys" I told him he can when we go upstairs. I tried to sidetrack him and telling him can push the buttons on the elevator. Yea the elevator!! Tyler loves the elevator. So he pushes the up arrow and we wait...and we wait...and wiat...then a "friendly" nurse comes over and tells me, "You're not gonna go anywhere if you don't push a button my dear." I quickly pray to my God in heaven to put a zipper on my mouth and say, "I know how it works and I pushed it." Nurse friendly says,"the light wasn't on, the button has to be lite." (she starts to push it...keeps pushing it since it doesn't light up on her) I say, "obviously there is a probl;em with the button, eh?" It lights up right then. "No, it works fine", she says. I pray some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in and Nurse pain in my butt presses 2. I need 3 and so does this nice older gentlemen and his son. The older gentlemen says, "3 please?" and goes to push it, since nurse pain in my butt is ignoring him. She quickly slaps his hand (no just kidding). She says,"No, we have to wait until we get to floor 2 then you can push it." I roll my eyes since I'm behind her. The older gentlemen just stands there and his son gives her a look because she can't see him either. 2nd floor comes and she gets off. And we all say something as soon as those doors close. I laugh and say, "didn't know these things come with instruction, maybe they should invest in a bell hop!" they laugh and the son says he won't say what he really wants to say since I have two kids in the elevator...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stroll on over to check in and tyler is still saying he wants to play toys over and over and over and over and you get my drift. I get embarrassed since people are staring. It's like no one on earth has ever had a 3 year old, I'm the only one. Everyone else's kid just miracously skips 2-4 years of age and is perfect. So I tell him in a minute (like he understands that) and he quits. Yes, silence. I pay my ridiculous copay and then he asks, "mama are you done yet?" "Yes tyler I am." Then I'm sure you can imagine what he asks me then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroll on to the back of the room so I won't annoy everybody. If I was mean, I would sit right in the middle of the crowd, but I'm sweet as apple pie. I sit down and start to fill out my paper work. Tyler is just getting into playing with his cars.   Then I hear, "Jaime Cram?" I stand up and smile and tell tyler to come on. He follows fine, but the whole way he is saying, you guessed it! I wanna play cars I wanna play cars I wanna play cars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to the little vital station where they do their 5 check point service thingy. I'm telling tyler to stop asking me. He keeps on asking me. I tell him if he continues I am gonna take him to the "bathroom" (he knows what that means).  He says, "I don't wanna a spakin". I tell him, "then stop". The nurse puts on the blood pressure cuff and takes my tempurature. 98.5-perfect. 138/75. "WHAT? It's never that high. why is it high?" (like she really knows that answer) In between asking her that stupid question, I told tyler to stop 3 times. She laughed and said I might be a little stressed. Uh, yea I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tyler was fine inside the room while I saw the doctor. We go down the hardest working elevator in Riverside and go to leave the building. But right before I could leave of course Tyler had to start saying, "mama, I wanna play cars. I wanna play cars." And I tell him, "You can tyler when we get home, so stop asking me." He says, "But-I-wanna-play-cars-" AND THEN I just had to hear "Oh my goodness". I stopped and turned around to see where this comment was spewed and saw this--girl sitting in the corner staring at me and my kids and is obviously the culprit of her crime. Yea, it's a crime to judge a mom if you haven't done it yet. Teeny boppers! Ugh! So I didn't say anything, but I gave ger the dirtyest uglyest face my face could give her. She received it and quickly smiled. I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean tyler is 3. He has his moments and today was not even half of his moments. I feel for moms when I see them in public struggling with their kids. You just never know what that mom is going through or what kind of day she is having or worse, what the kid is going through. You don't know if that kid has a illness or has a behaviorial problem or if the mom is having a poopy day. So don't judge, don't be quick to spew your rude comments aloud because you too will someday be there and you will remember my dirtyest uglyest face that I gave you...just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6257117591396873325?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6257117591396873325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6257117591396873325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6257117591396873325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6257117591396873325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-saying.html' title='Just saying...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7168696279776338090</id><published>2008-06-06T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:53.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-B-C-D-E-SH-G-H-I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SEmPlVfhchI/AAAAAAAAAs8/c9MTW8Iy7gE/s1600-h/may+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208852315617980946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SEmPlVfhchI/AAAAAAAAAs8/c9MTW8Iy7gE/s320/may+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can only imagine what tyler really means when he comes running to tell me this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(mind you this is what it sounded like, not what he really said) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tyler: Mama? It won't shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: What did you just say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler: It won't shit mama. It won't shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: (knowing what he is trying to tell me now, I begin to laugh histarically) you mean it won't FIT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler: yea. Shix it mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: Okay tyler I will FIX it so it will FIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7168696279776338090?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7168696279776338090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7168696279776338090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7168696279776338090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7168696279776338090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/b-c-d-e-sh-g-h-i.html' title='A-B-C-D-E-SH-G-H-I...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SEmPlVfhchI/AAAAAAAAAs8/c9MTW8Iy7gE/s72-c/may+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1116888390154750977</id><published>2008-05-27T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:10:48.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus moved</title><content type='html'>So I have been having these deep conversations with tyler who is 3 and becoming very curious about everything.  I have been getting these, "why" questions and "who's that" questions a lot lately.  But when it's time to go "night time" we read a book, pray to Jesus...you know the whole 9 yards.  So I have been talking to tyler about Jesus and who he is.  Being a 3 year old with an attention span of a fly.  It takes a few talks for him to listen and actually learn what we're talking about.  So Tyler now knows Jesus lives in his heart.  And he loves him very much.  He watches over him while he sleeps and protects him throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this evening.  I was asking him where Jesus lives.  (You know throw him off a little since he wasn't in bed-I know sneaky!) He was watching Clifford the big red dog while snacking on some goldfish.  The conversation goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey tyler?&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey TYLER?&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Me: HEY TYLER??&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: (he makes contact with me...for 2 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Tyler? Where does Jesus live?&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: In my crackers.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1116888390154750977?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1116888390154750977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1116888390154750977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1116888390154750977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1116888390154750977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-moved.html' title='Jesus moved'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-3163230018943695791</id><published>2008-05-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:53.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was Gavin's dedication on the 18th and we had family over and just oohed and awed over him. Tyler was 8 months old when we dedicated him too. Didn't plan that. Another "fun fact", he was dedicated on December 18th and Gavin was dedicated on May 18th. It was at different churches, but that doesn't matter at all. I know it's hard now having two kids. But my worries now are, potty training, going to bed on time, brushing teeth, picking up toys...nothing like what it will be when they're older. So John and I will do the best we can to raise Tyler and Gavin in a loving Christian home while teaching them what's right and what's wrong. We can only pray that they will continue down the path that they were raised in .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhFd_GxqQI/AAAAAAAAArM/e1sjWUTCfoY/s1600-h/may+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985750884985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhFd_GxqQI/AAAAAAAAArM/e1sjWUTCfoY/s320/may+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe he's already 8 months old. He is doing way too much for his age and he needs to SLOW DOWN. I mean, can't he stay a baby for a little while? Tyler crawled at 9 months and walked at 10-1/2. He was just pulling himself up at 10 months. Gavin has already accomplished all that (except for walking-thank God). He crawled at 7 months, pulled himself up like 2 weeks after. I'm afraid I'm gonna have a walking 9 month old on my hands pretty soon here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhFefGxqRI/AAAAAAAAArU/M8EqaZ4gYZA/s1600-h/may+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985759474919698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhFefGxqRI/AAAAAAAAArU/M8EqaZ4gYZA/s320/may+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-3163230018943695791?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3163230018943695791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=3163230018943695791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3163230018943695791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3163230018943695791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhFd_GxqQI/AAAAAAAAArM/e1sjWUTCfoY/s72-c/may+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-3074267988318626410</id><published>2008-05-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:53.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So another one in the bag! This one was Gavin's first Mother's day. Gosh, I love my boys. I am so blessed, but more importantly I am so grateful for what the Lord has given me. Thank you God for blessing me with two wonderful and amazing boys. I promise I will take really special care of them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhDZPGxqPI/AAAAAAAAArE/3VpRgzIMCkQ/s1600-h/may+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203983470257350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhDZPGxqPI/AAAAAAAAArE/3VpRgzIMCkQ/s320/may+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhC6PGxqOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zgc-_a-HH00/s1600-h/may+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203982937681406178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhC6PGxqOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zgc-_a-HH00/s320/may+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-3074267988318626410?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3074267988318626410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=3074267988318626410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3074267988318626410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3074267988318626410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/mamas-day.html' title='Mama&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SDhDZPGxqPI/AAAAAAAAArE/3VpRgzIMCkQ/s72-c/may+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1314574397786036887</id><published>2008-05-20T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:02:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worshiping</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday, I stood their in the row with my family after dedicating Gavin at a time that I'm usually not dressed, eaten, kids together and what not.  I sang the most incredible verse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Break my heart for what break yours..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me.  God would never NEVER do that.  We would.  We are human and we tend to do stuff to hurt people on purpose.  We don't go to people's parties because they didn't go to yours.  You don't give someone a gift because you didn't get one from them.  God forgives and forgets.  We don't.  We say we will.  But we don't.  I'm guilty of that one too.  I need to forget that time and move on.  My relationship will be better and healthier too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1314574397786036887?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1314574397786036887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1314574397786036887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1314574397786036887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1314574397786036887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/worshiping.html' title='worshiping'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7821720413715061734</id><published>2008-05-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit Package</title><content type='html'>So, tonight was Map's. We were studying Psalms 103 and I really enjoyed it. And I think GOD kicked my butt on the homework. One of the journal questions said to write down one of the benefits that I think that stands out to me...or something like that. I picked forgiveness. He can forgive and forget...he washes it away. That's crazy! I mean I know I'm human. But to say that, "I forgive you and forget..." Can you really? C'mon, really? I mean I have a couple of people I know that I have forgiven, but when I see them or think of the memory I question why I forgave them. He can. I know it's the truth, but I still can't fathom it. He is perfect. He knows we are not perfect, but expects us to try our hardest... NOT to be perfect. I'm a christian and I'm no where near being perfect. No where near. Anyway, I need to stop taking for granted God's "benefit package" that he has for all of us...even you smoking-high schooler-drivers! (had to be there tonight)... If you have like 5 minutes, read Psalms 103 and ponder on the benefits that are given to us by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SCPuN4d_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/T-eVAmWCykU/s1600-h/ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198260317179560786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SCPuN4d_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/T-eVAmWCykU/s400/ear.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay my right ear is screaming with discomfort and I want to go to bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7821720413715061734?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7821720413715061734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7821720413715061734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7821720413715061734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7821720413715061734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/benefit-package.html' title='Benefit Package'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SCPuN4d_Q1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/T-eVAmWCykU/s72-c/ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5469915052363751987</id><published>2008-04-30T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandma is telling everyone to be quiet about her age!  I think she looks great for her age.  She stills has some spunk left in here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SBjewOwPPXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7FiAWQ2Bh2w/s1600-h/april+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195147090347375986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SBjewOwPPXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7FiAWQ2Bh2w/s320/april+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm a slacker...it was my grandma's 88th birthday last friday (25th). We celebrated by going to the Cheese Cake Factory with all the family. I have never tried vanilla bean cheese cake.....mmmmmmmm good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I love you grandma and I'm sure you know this.  Hope you have a blessed year ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5469915052363751987?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5469915052363751987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5469915052363751987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5469915052363751987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5469915052363751987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SBjewOwPPXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7FiAWQ2Bh2w/s72-c/april+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-8456302226830949475</id><published>2008-04-24T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday's continue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA-zw-wPPWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pCODMO_XB2A/s1600-h/misc+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192566549441887586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA-zw-wPPWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pCODMO_XB2A/s200/misc+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to Matt. Matt is John's younger and only brother. He is single ladies...let me know and I will give you his digits. WARNING! He is very affectionate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-8456302226830949475?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8456302226830949475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=8456302226830949475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8456302226830949475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8456302226830949475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthdays-continue.html' title='The Birthday&apos;s continue...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA-zw-wPPWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pCODMO_XB2A/s72-c/misc+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2576395803916683299</id><published>2008-04-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Welcome to the happiest place on earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No not Disneyland...Starbucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA4xduwPPVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZuMBoLMBmjk/s1600-h/april+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192141807241084242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA4xduwPPVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZuMBoLMBmjk/s200/april+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean everytime I go thru the drive thru at starbucks...I get the nicest people. Have you guys ever noticed it? I get compliments thrown at me, telling me to have a awesome day, loving on my dog who sits in my lap...if you're ever depressed-go to Starbuck's, they'll love on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2576395803916683299?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2576395803916683299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2576395803916683299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2576395803916683299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2576395803916683299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-welcome-to-happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='Hi, Welcome to the happiest place on earth!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA4xduwPPVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZuMBoLMBmjk/s72-c/april+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5817666293266205788</id><published>2008-04-22T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick and it sucks. Lately I have been getting bronchitis like it's going out of style. I have had it 3 times in the past year and a half. I think I may be getting a cold and BOOM- bronchitis. Any way I feel like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA4wb-wPPUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sKHFgZZjRyw/s1600-h/april+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192140677664685378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA4wb-wPPUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sKHFgZZjRyw/s200/april+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovely ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5817666293266205788?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5817666293266205788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5817666293266205788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5817666293266205788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5817666293266205788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff sniff'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA4wb-wPPUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sKHFgZZjRyw/s72-c/april+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5049375918416968196</id><published>2008-04-21T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1yzuwPPTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/qrphl6X2bCE/s1600-h/april+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191932178477301042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1yzuwPPTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/qrphl6X2bCE/s320/april+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So John called and said he was coming home "earlier" than he thought. I was like, "Cool"! He then told me he had a surprise for me.  So you can imagine what I was thinking...flowers, a gift, a subway 6 inch vegie delite! &lt;--those were delicious when I was pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So John comes walking in the door with his shirt off.  And as soon as I saw the little tape on his collar bone and his childish little grin...I knew it was his tattoo that was my surprise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tattoo was not the surprise, it was actually the day he did it.  I knew he wanted to get this tatoo, but didn't know when.  Well him and my brother were "sneaking" behind my back for the past 2 weeks trying to draw up the artwork and set up an apoointment.  Well, you guys pulled it off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that are asking...no I don't care he got a tattoo.  I mean come on, a tattoo doesn't change a person's personality or what they stand for.  People are judged in soceity today because they don't look "normal".  There called weird and crazy, and automatically assume they rob banks.  I mean look at my brother, he has a lot of tattoo's...and he is the most sensitive guy I know.  AND he hasn't robbed a bank...that I know of (heehee).  As of Friday, John is still the same guy I met 10 years ago, the same guy I married 5 years ago, and the same guy I had dinner with last night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get to rub lotion on his tattoo like 3-4 times a day, wow I'm a lucky girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5049375918416968196?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5049375918416968196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5049375918416968196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5049375918416968196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5049375918416968196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1yzuwPPTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/qrphl6X2bCE/s72-c/april+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7047643283759470298</id><published>2008-04-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:55.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's 3rd Birthday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so the kid is lucky...a whole week of celebrating. We had his "Cars" party last Saturday. It was hot, fun and the air conditioner was hardley working in our community's clubhouse. But I did say it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's Justin??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLBkIKPI/AAAAAAAAApM/2tSgKdcgky0/s1600-h/april+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823727012620530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLBkIKPI/AAAAAAAAApM/2tSgKdcgky0/s320/april+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swing batta batta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLhkIKQI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZJsTAEJyd5o/s1600-h/april+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823735602555138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLhkIKQI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZJsTAEJyd5o/s320/april+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute.  He loves his race car.  Just like daddy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLxkIKRI/AAAAAAAAApc/nzTxV5piIyk/s1600-h/april+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823739897522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLxkIKRI/AAAAAAAAApc/nzTxV5piIyk/s320/april+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the candles...I wish I would have taken a picture of the cake, but I forgot...it was so cute.  Simply cakes does such a great job.  They have been our bakery since John and I were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QMRkIKSI/AAAAAAAAApk/cIZJ6cQcgO8/s1600-h/april+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823748487457058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QMRkIKSI/AAAAAAAAApk/cIZJ6cQcgO8/s320/april+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Tyler opening up his present...John wrapped it in Christmas paper since that's all that we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82f6e3b6e8e707bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82f6e3b6e8e707bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D148321EA4143311CECD9496A772FBF8383323C12.32F174A66B3CEE6B26D664CB1226EC4259BA541F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82f6e3b6e8e707bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYzun5WfyJ3FHi8gX8VJU2yInEzM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82f6e3b6e8e707bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D148321EA4143311CECD9496A772FBF8383323C12.32F174A66B3CEE6B26D664CB1226EC4259BA541F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82f6e3b6e8e707bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYzun5WfyJ3FHi8gX8VJU2yInEzM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7047643283759470298?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82f6e3b6e8e707bf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7047643283759470298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7047643283759470298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7047643283759470298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7047643283759470298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/tylers-3rd-birthday-part-2.html' title='Tyler&apos;s 3rd Birthday Part 2'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0QLBkIKPI/AAAAAAAAApM/2tSgKdcgky0/s72-c/april+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2416269852191788483</id><published>2008-04-21T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:55.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh! What did my kids do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean you just can't leave them alone for a minute, can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0OWxkIKNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/93crIxD5aQg/s1600-h/april+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191821729852827858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0OWxkIKNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/93crIxD5aQg/s320/april+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0OXRkIKOI/AAAAAAAAApE/XQq08pTXziw/s1600-h/april+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191821738442762466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0OXRkIKOI/AAAAAAAAApE/XQq08pTXziw/s320/april+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2416269852191788483?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2416269852191788483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2416269852191788483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2416269852191788483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2416269852191788483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/uh-oh-what-did-my-kids-do.html' title='Uh Oh! What did my kids do?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0OWxkIKNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/93crIxD5aQg/s72-c/april+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2225823812981186636</id><published>2008-04-21T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:56.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay here it is, like I promised you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Island's (tyler and daddy's favorite restaurant) with the fam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MYxkIKKI/AAAAAAAAAok/s145X5PSq_4/s1600-h/april+003.jpg"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191819565189310626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MYxkIKKI/AAAAAAAAAok/s145X5PSq_4/s320/april+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MZRkIKLI/AAAAAAAAAos/XU5f2h8pQeI/s1600-h/april+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191819573779245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MZRkIKLI/AAAAAAAAAos/XU5f2h8pQeI/s320/april+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was opening up a present and Jennifer thought she would help him when he told her..."In a minute Aunt Jen...mind your manners!" Ha, that was funny! Kids are like sponges aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MZxkIKMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-A8fXKTPik0/s1600-h/april+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191819582369179842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MZxkIKMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-A8fXKTPik0/s320/april+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a little video of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4307b242d153897a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4307b242d153897a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D348E2BD9E2BF211CD9F08ABDDAF7BF269C7F833D.4BD210FB3875AFE026C27F00256BFDC276EE6F5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4307b242d153897a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAjOC7mzcNHHiD2Oe7MK6vp6EhDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4307b242d153897a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D348E2BD9E2BF211CD9F08ABDDAF7BF269C7F833D.4BD210FB3875AFE026C27F00256BFDC276EE6F5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4307b242d153897a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAjOC7mzcNHHiD2Oe7MK6vp6EhDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2225823812981186636?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4307b242d153897a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2225823812981186636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2225823812981186636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2225823812981186636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2225823812981186636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/tylers-3rd-birthday.html' title='Tyler&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA0MYxkIKKI/AAAAAAAAAok/s145X5PSq_4/s72-c/april+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1380757084069281960</id><published>2008-04-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:56.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a blogging fool right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm home sick today again with Bronchitis. So enjoy my posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is some random cram love. Excuse John for his nakedness...actually don't tell him I posted this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Gavin is looking at the light from our lamp...tyler knows what the camera is now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1x0ewPPRI/AAAAAAAAAps/-6HZ5nnM5kY/s1600-h/april+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191931091850575122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1x0ewPPRI/AAAAAAAAAps/-6HZ5nnM5kY/s320/april+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed some love too...tyler helped me take this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1x0uwPPSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/O4TXyOV4AIY/s1600-h/april+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191931096145542434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1x0uwPPSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/O4TXyOV4AIY/s320/april+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1380757084069281960?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1380757084069281960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1380757084069281960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1380757084069281960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1380757084069281960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-blogging-fool-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m a blogging fool right now!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/SA1x0ewPPRI/AAAAAAAAAps/-6HZ5nnM5kY/s72-c/april+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1761545256546717193</id><published>2008-04-16T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:49:11.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things to come...</title><content type='html'>Just don't know when! Tyler had his birthday party last saturday and I will post pics and tell of the eventful HOT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's about it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1761545256546717193?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1761545256546717193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1761545256546717193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1761545256546717193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1761545256546717193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-things-to-come.html' title='Some things to come...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-539573330973255720</id><published>2008-04-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:58.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years later, 2 kids and a dog...here we are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;John and I have been married for 5 years on April 5th (5 days after Jen and Rods anniversary and 2 days before Justin and Burgundy's anniversary). I know for some of you couples out there that's nothing, but we hope to get to the 50th year anniversary someday. We all joke and say we should plan a anniversary cruise one year, but I actually think it would be fun! So here is John and I today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187037706088103826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wPT8PwP5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/QfTGtKUTa8k/s320/a+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are 5 years ago on our wedding day with all the special people in our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSLsPwP_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/60-UkEicr2s/s1600-h/jaimejohn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187040862889066482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSLsPwP_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/60-UkEicr2s/s320/jaimejohn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSLcPwP-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/efrbyseSltk/s1600-h/jaimejohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187040858594099170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSLcPwP-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/efrbyseSltk/s320/jaimejohn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSK8PwP7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/O7GaDF-_iwE/s1600-h/caketopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187040850004164530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSK8PwP7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/O7GaDF-_iwE/s320/caketopper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSK8PwP8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Evk70P-7se8/s1600-h/jaimejohnlimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187040850004164546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSK8PwP8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Evk70P-7se8/s320/jaimejohnlimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSLMPwP9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/yQbjSLayFTA/s1600-h/jaimebobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187040854299131858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wSLMPwP9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/yQbjSLayFTA/s320/jaimebobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTd8PwQAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9MdD_VmJYRc/s1600-h/jaimejustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042275933306882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTd8PwQAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9MdD_VmJYRc/s320/jaimejustin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTeMPwQBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PwTqeWAN-Lk/s1600-h/jaimemom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042280228274194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTeMPwQBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PwTqeWAN-Lk/s320/jaimemom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTeMPwQCI/AAAAAAAAAns/3O5D87CVk-E/s1600-h/jenrod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042280228274210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTeMPwQCI/AAAAAAAAAns/3O5D87CVk-E/s320/jenrod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTecPwQDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NTsnBeQ5rR0/s1600-h/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042284523241522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTecPwQDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NTsnBeQ5rR0/s320/toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTesPwQEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/vQe473GIfkA/s1600-h/johnandmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042288818208834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wTesPwQEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/vQe473GIfkA/s320/johnandmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wULcPwQFI/AAAAAAAAAoE/X20sHRlOY_E/s1600-h/groupfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187043057617354834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wULcPwQFI/AAAAAAAAAoE/X20sHRlOY_E/s320/groupfunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wULcPwQGI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kMSZF9HCVt4/s1600-h/jaimebabiescolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187043057617354850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wULcPwQGI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kMSZF9HCVt4/s320/jaimebabiescolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-539573330973255720?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/539573330973255720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=539573330973255720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/539573330973255720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/539573330973255720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-years-later-2-kids-and-doghere-we-are.html' title='5 years later, 2 kids and a dog...here we are!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wPT8PwP5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/QfTGtKUTa8k/s72-c/a+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-8617906601520825517</id><published>2008-04-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:58.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a 3 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler turned 3 on Friday April 4th. A day before our 5 year anniversary. I remember the day of our 2 year anniversary...I sat in the hospital post-partum room with my hospital bagel, frosted flakes, applesauce and orange juice (Hey, I didn't eat the WHOLE enitre day before...food and labor don't work). Here Tyler is 2 weeks old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wVHsPwQHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hk4ExVqnCI0/s1600-h/93102167407_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187044092704473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wVHsPwQHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hk4ExVqnCI0/s320/93102167407_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our little firecracker now! It's not the best picture, but he never stay still ong enough to take one where he is actually smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wVH8PwQII/AAAAAAAAAoc/OF8JtqNAapw/s1600-h/eastwigg+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187044096999440514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wVH8PwQII/AAAAAAAAAoc/OF8JtqNAapw/s320/eastwigg+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I both agree that it's crazy that we have a 3 year old. What's even crazier is we have another one that is only 7 months old. This past year, I'm not gonna lie to ya-has been "terrible" and "trying". We both hope it gets better, you know like wine...gets better with age. Let's hope Tyler is like wine persay! Besides that, he is the most fun we have had around our house. He makes us mad, and happy and proud that God blessed us with such a smart and wonderful son .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Tyler,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Momma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-8617906601520825517?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8617906601520825517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=8617906601520825517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8617906601520825517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8617906601520825517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-have-3-year-old.html' title='We have a 3 year old!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_wVHsPwQHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hk4ExVqnCI0/s72-c/93102167407_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-256111870141894302</id><published>2008-04-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:33:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate people that do this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Post a Comment On: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Under estimated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-and-wiggleswhat-week.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Easter and the Wiggles...what a week!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 Comment -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="btnPost" onclick="togglePostBody();try{this.blur();}catch(e){};return false" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Show Original Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03497646286809382567" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dumuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;See please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xp-protect-2008.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12:20 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean whoever you are you're dumb.  And hopefully anyone that reads my blog doesn't click on your link...okay mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-256111870141894302?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/256111870141894302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=256111870141894302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/256111870141894302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/256111870141894302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-people-that-do-this.html' title='I hate people that do this!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-4794204133547980392</id><published>2008-04-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and the Wiggles...what a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Easter bunny came to our house and hid eggs for tyler to hunt for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfNsPwP0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/l2rQmnguj_k/s1600-h/eastwigg+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184170072388681538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfNsPwP0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/l2rQmnguj_k/s320/eastwigg+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfPMPwP1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/M1HgoqpbRdI/s1600-h/eastwigg+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184170098158485330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfPMPwP1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/M1HgoqpbRdI/s320/eastwigg+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here tyler is enjoying the wiggles show "toot toot chugga chugga big red car..." I think I have almost as much as fun as tyler does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfPcPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Fn4uorkNtn4/s1600-h/eastwigg+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184170102453452642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfPcPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Fn4uorkNtn4/s320/eastwigg+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How on earth is gavin sleeping through this wiggley party?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfQMPwP3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/wQBQMVaHWh0/s1600-h/eastwigg+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184170115338354546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfQMPwP3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/wQBQMVaHWh0/s320/eastwigg+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-4794204133547980392?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4794204133547980392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=4794204133547980392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4794204133547980392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4794204133547980392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-and-wiggleswhat-week.html' title='Easter and the Wiggles...what a week!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R_HfNsPwP0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/l2rQmnguj_k/s72-c/eastwigg+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1220511734125306614</id><published>2008-03-28T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:44:48.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say my name, say my name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: #000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="350" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: white; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0066b3"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-TOP: 2px" width="120"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px" height="100" alt="Logo" src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000;" &gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:red;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="FONT: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: #0066b3; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Jaime Cram is very original...or most english speaking females don't spell my name like "Hi-me" (Jaime) they spell it the normal way, J-a-m-i-e. Thanks parents! And mom, my name doesn't mean I love you in french. I took 2 years of it and never came acorss it. J'aime is the verb for 'I love' though. Close but no cigar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1220511734125306614?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1220511734125306614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1220511734125306614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1220511734125306614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1220511734125306614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/howmanyofme.html' title='Say my name, say my name...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6450392490409326715</id><published>2008-03-23T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:57:31.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thank you Jesus..."</title><content type='html'>So the other night we were just about to eat dinner when we asked Tyler to say the blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Jejus, tank you for my food.  May it be a beting to my body.  Watch over my mommy and my daddy and i see you in da morning.  Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I thought we were eating dinner, not going to bed.  Poor kid was probably so hungry he was delirious and said the wrong prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment with a toddler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6450392490409326715?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6450392490409326715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6450392490409326715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6450392490409326715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6450392490409326715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-jesus.html' title='&quot;Thank you Jesus...&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-9144217363653122858</id><published>2008-03-20T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:59.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I see you..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking through pictures on my camera tonight and came across these photos that made me laugh.  But not the focused object in the picture.  I never noticed my dog trying to get in on the shot! Check Kali out at the top center of the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R-Ifs8PwPyI/AAAAAAAAAls/t8duWpSl6g0/s1600-h/a+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179737378376400674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R-Ifs8PwPyI/AAAAAAAAAls/t8duWpSl6g0/s320/a+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this was taken on Christmas Eve last year. My little grandma is so happy when she gets to hold her grandchildren. I mean great-grandkids...can you imagine Justin or Jennifer sitting on her Arthritic bones? Yeh, either can I. Anyway, she was holding Gavin with big smiles...but I noticed that Justin and Burg are cheesing it up in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love you my little muffin head..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love you too my handsome stud-rocka!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R-IftMPwPzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UXey9IbG-Ow/s1600-h/a+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179737382671367986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R-IftMPwPzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UXey9IbG-Ow/s320/a+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha...okay it's late I have to go to bed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-9144217363653122858?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9144217363653122858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=9144217363653122858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9144217363653122858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9144217363653122858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-see-you.html' title='&quot;I see you...&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R-Ifs8PwPyI/AAAAAAAAAls/t8duWpSl6g0/s72-c/a+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-4517271010034984817</id><published>2008-03-12T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:00.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks burg...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9i2P49R7xI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ijdTyVQi2uo/s1600-h/gavintalks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177088155766091538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9i2P49R7xI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ijdTyVQi2uo/s320/gavintalks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9i2QY9R7yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-pK8PxuCwd8/s1600-h/ty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177088164356026146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9i2QY9R7yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-pK8PxuCwd8/s320/ty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait to do it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-4517271010034984817?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4517271010034984817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=4517271010034984817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4517271010034984817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4517271010034984817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-burg.html' title='thanks burg...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9i2P49R7xI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ijdTyVQi2uo/s72-c/gavintalks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1591220529926758256</id><published>2008-03-12T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:00.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eL9Y9R7wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YBuFDDRvv5U/s1600-h/a+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176760183473434370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eL9Y9R7wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YBuFDDRvv5U/s320/a+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know everyone has one of these strangely odd growing misc. hairs somewhere on their body. Mine just happened to show up on my right temple area. I actually thought it was a hair that was just lingering around. NOPE! It wasn't attached to my head, like I thought. It was attached to my face. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/35678416-1591220529926758256?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1591220529926758256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1591220529926758256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1591220529926758256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1591220529926758256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eL9Y9R7wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YBuFDDRvv5U/s72-c/a+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1939507007564423762</id><published>2008-03-05T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:01.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...here I go again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ2Y9R7rI/AAAAAAAAAk0/85cLk3-I-js/s1600-h/a+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176757864191094450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ2Y9R7rI/AAAAAAAAAk0/85cLk3-I-js/s320/a+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ5o9R7sI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ckW7e4bu4k0/s1600-h/a+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176757920025669314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ5o9R7sI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ckW7e4bu4k0/s320/a+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ7Y9R7tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/L3uhLsXdzsQ/s1600-h/a+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176757950090440402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ7Y9R7tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/L3uhLsXdzsQ/s320/a+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/35678416-1939507007564423762?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1939507007564423762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1939507007564423762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1939507007564423762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1939507007564423762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/okayhere-i-go-again.html' title='Okay...here I go again...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eJ2Y9R7rI/AAAAAAAAAk0/85cLk3-I-js/s72-c/a+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7549623941612714075</id><published>2008-03-01T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:01.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The baba fairy is a the door!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, we told tyler the "baba fairy" was gonna come and take his baba's away since he is a big boy. He helped us put them into a bag and was excited....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eItY9R7pI/AAAAAAAAAkk/U2gAHbwvc_s/s1600-h/a+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176756610060643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eItY9R7pI/AAAAAAAAAkk/U2gAHbwvc_s/s200/a+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he woke up from his nap and suddenly there was a knock at our door...(it was John). The baba fairy came! (it was John). There was glitter and a toy placed upon the empty bag where his baba's once were. He was amazed and believed the whole thing, hook line and sinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eIuo9R7qI/AAAAAAAAAks/N7lhQCkc6Ek/s1600-h/a+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176756631535480482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eIuo9R7qI/AAAAAAAAAks/N7lhQCkc6Ek/s200/a+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This parent thing is pretty fun... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7549623941612714075?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7549623941612714075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7549623941612714075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7549623941612714075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7549623941612714075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/baba-fairy-is-the-door.html' title='The baba fairy is a the door!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R9eItY9R7pI/AAAAAAAAAkk/U2gAHbwvc_s/s72-c/a+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-9211922048829477797</id><published>2008-02-26T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:23:22.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>Yes I am. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking why I can't fall asleep until like 1 am almost every night. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking why my first born tyler slept through the night at 8 weeks, and Gavin is still waking up at 4am.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if tyler will wake up in the middle of the night and come to my bed and say,"Mama? Monsters."&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about my dad. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about my mom. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I think I'm over my PP depression.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that the people who won the mega million in Georgia are truely lucky.  They picked their kids or grandkids birthdays for the numbers.  I and 11 other people had the machine pick them. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a creative way to take tyler's "ba-ba's" away from him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of switching to organic food for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about this one patient of ours that is truely gonna die because of insurance stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;I think I think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-9211922048829477797?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9211922048829477797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=9211922048829477797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9211922048829477797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9211922048829477797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6379479130627001430</id><published>2008-02-19T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:55:59.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Made Little Boys...</title><content type='html'>God made a world out of His dreams, of magic mountains, oceans and streams; praires and plains and wooded land.  He then paused and thought, "I need someone to stand on top of the mountains, to conquer the sea; to explore the plains and climb the trees, someone to start out small and grow sturdy, and strong like a tree" and so...He created boys, full of his spirit and fun to conquer, to romp and run with dirty faces, banged up chins, with courageous hearts and boyish grins.  When He had completed the task He'd begun, He surely siad, "That's a job well done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6379479130627001430?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6379479130627001430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6379479130627001430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6379479130627001430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6379479130627001430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-god-made-little-boys.html' title='Why God Made Little Boys...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2401295474232537213</id><published>2008-02-16T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:02.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.tyler.5 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7ab0KIye1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/uRgYX6sTRXk/s1600-h/x1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167488942830943058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7ab0KIye1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/uRgYX6sTRXk/s200/x1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. gavin.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7ab0aIye2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/8iZQDFUipIM/s1600-h/xmascard_012_opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167488947125910370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7ab0aIye2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/8iZQDFUipIM/s200/xmascard_012_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. tyler.4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aadaIyezI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mN4ABI_fl94/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167487452477291314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aadaIyezI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mN4ABI_fl94/s200/x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. gavin.4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aad6Iye0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/e2IZqpRDs-E/s1600-h/xmascard+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167487461067225922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aad6Iye0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/e2IZqpRDs-E/s200/xmascard+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2401295474232537213?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2401295474232537213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2401295474232537213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2401295474232537213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2401295474232537213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7ab0KIye1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/uRgYX6sTRXk/s72-c/x1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-4594068364172321402</id><published>2008-02-15T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:03.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Hallmark holiday"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWi6IyeuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XWtbnloerqc/s1600-h/vday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167483148920060642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWi6IyeuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XWtbnloerqc/s320/vday+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yesterday was Valentines Day. We didn't do anything, in fact we will be going out to dinner on Saturday. We don't like crowds or waiting for 4 hours for a dinner. It was either that or having 10pm reservation. So no big deal to have our little day on saturday night. We will probably end up going to Northwoods Inn or try Las Campanas in Rancho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So John and I exchanged cards and I gave him candy and he gave me flowers.  He sent them to work.  I love to get flowers at work.  What girl doesn't want to feel special in front of others.  To bad I didn't go to work that day! I actually had my ulltrasound in the morning and came home to be with tyler since he was sick.  So, I had to go into work to pick them up! Poor John.  Thanks for the flowers sweetheart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWjaIyevI/AAAAAAAAAjA/alHDduPU5no/s1600-h/vday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167483157509995250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWjaIyevI/AAAAAAAAAjA/alHDduPU5no/s320/vday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's tyler on his first valentines day (10 months)...notice the bib...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWjqIyewI/AAAAAAAAAjI/1TfT95ZkdKg/s1600-h/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167483161804962562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWjqIyewI/AAAAAAAAAjI/1TfT95ZkdKg/s320/vday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Gavin on his first valentines day (5 months)...see the bib?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWjqIyexI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_EqtUmxEEfY/s1600-h/vday+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167483161804962578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWjqIyexI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_EqtUmxEEfY/s320/vday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is tyler all grown up and stuff...minus the "baba"...hey, we're working on that...along with the potty.  Can't we just ship our kids off for potty training camp? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Have fun honey, make sure you use the potty...remember to flush"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"See you at the end of summer!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess not, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love him to reeses pieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWj6IyeyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_gTuMOhze7g/s1600-h/vday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167483166099929890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWj6IyeyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_gTuMOhze7g/s320/vday+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-4594068364172321402?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4594068364172321402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=4594068364172321402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4594068364172321402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4594068364172321402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-hallmark-holiday.html' title='My &quot;Hallmark holiday&quot;...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7aWi6IyeuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XWtbnloerqc/s72-c/vday+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5149861143069173397</id><published>2008-02-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:04.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Nutshell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to speak this has been my life for the past couple of months. It's been busy and I haven't gotten a chance to blog about some things. So here it is in a nutshell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am with Gavin on Christmas Eve in the ER. He wasn't feeling great, sounding great (horrible cough) and was getting worse through the day. I was afraid he was developing bronchitis...he did by the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY_aIyetI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7Pxy9-3c1Uw/s1600-h/vday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063625104521938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY_aIyetI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7Pxy9-3c1Uw/s320/vday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is tyler opening his "big" present. Yes we got him drums. He loves them, especially when anyone else plays them so he can run and dance in circles in his room. Yes there in his room. What? You think I was gonna put them downstairs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UYzaIyeoI/AAAAAAAAAiI/MDdhm9gWTw0/s1600-h/vday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063418946091650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UYzaIyeoI/AAAAAAAAAiI/MDdhm9gWTw0/s320/vday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is John's truck. Obviously the person who did this was on Santa's naughty list. This is what john walked out to after we had a nice time being together as a family and enjoying the kids open up their gifts. Way to kill the mood, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UYzqIyepI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8Bv4HGUnPPY/s1600-h/vday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063423241058962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UYzqIyepI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8Bv4HGUnPPY/s320/vday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "mama? i wanna hoed da bebe..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Okay Tyler, sit down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love my bebe buther"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ahhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UYz6IyeqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/D5yiqBiQUL4/s1600-h/vday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063427536026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UYz6IyeqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/D5yiqBiQUL4/s320/vday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gavin is such a happy baby. We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY0KIyerI/AAAAAAAAAig/aPBOZBpxwWk/s1600-h/vday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063431830993586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY0KIyerI/AAAAAAAAAig/aPBOZBpxwWk/s320/vday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Tyler is turning into the incredible hulk...j/k. He got a hold of a green candy cane and went to town on it. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY0aIyesI/AAAAAAAAAio/O8cTXNl2lfQ/s1600-h/vday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167063436125960898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY0aIyesI/AAAAAAAAAio/O8cTXNl2lfQ/s320/vday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler got his first helmet and knee and ankle pads. "mama? I want a skeetsbord?" He loves to watch FUEL TV with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX8qIyejI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3u7k-dABLM0/s1600-h/vday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167062478348253746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX8qIyejI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3u7k-dABLM0/s320/vday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Superman is in the holiday spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX86IyekI/AAAAAAAAAho/WrV7CKZugDI/s1600-h/vday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167062482643221058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX86IyekI/AAAAAAAAAho/WrV7CKZugDI/s320/vday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX9aIyelI/AAAAAAAAAhw/e8x4o9sPCRU/s1600-h/vday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167062491233155666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX9aIyelI/AAAAAAAAAhw/e8x4o9sPCRU/s320/vday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Home Depot price, $2700...Our price, $600...priceless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX96IyemI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Z7rgyswQGv8/s1600-h/vday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167062499823090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX96IyemI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Z7rgyswQGv8/s320/vday+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gavin's first taste of rice cereal...didn't like it, wasn't sure what the heck mama was putting in my mouth. Will try again later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX-KIyenI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hgnFx5wAtsQ/s1600-h/vday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167062504118057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UX-KIyenI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hgnFx5wAtsQ/s320/vday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last few months in a nutshell....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;STATS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tyler...34 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gavin...5 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jaime...329 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;john...365 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kali...58 months (people yrs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;c-ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5149861143069173397?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5149861143069173397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5149861143069173397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5149861143069173397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5149861143069173397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-nutshell.html' title='In a Nutshell...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R7UY_aIyetI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7Pxy9-3c1Uw/s72-c/vday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-8060866475840264899</id><published>2008-02-10T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:09:41.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh no no no..."</title><content type='html'>Please tell me why Amy Winehouse won album of the year? Who whada thunk it, a song about not wanting to go to rehab being so popular- Oh wait, that was popular this past year with the celebs wasn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-8060866475840264899?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8060866475840264899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=8060866475840264899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8060866475840264899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8060866475840264899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-no-no-no.html' title='&quot;Oh no no no...&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1580254163920094424</id><published>2008-02-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:36:19.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Okay already I'll blog.</title><content type='html'>So a lot has been gping on so I haven't had time to sit at my computer and download pictures and write my stories like I like to.  I don't sit at a computer all day long (Justin) so I don't have that luxury.  Plus I went back to work last month, and my spare time I iron my scrubs and get dinner ready.  I know exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Actually this past week was exciting.  I had a bad pain in my stomach and was vomiting like um teen times (lost count after 10)...wait, I counted how many times I threw up.  After every trip to the bathroom I said to myself, 5, 6 ,7, 8...I only did so I can tell the doc.  I never thought how funny that sounded to count.  I should have just drawn tally marks on the wall.  Anyway, this thursday I will have aultrasound of my belly to see (no not that I'm pregnant) if I have gallstones.  Because I have had this attack before many times, but would just pass them off as, um, well, gas bubles or indigestion.  But there getting more severe and I was really heave ho'ing it.  I got scared when I had to get a shot on my second trip to urgent care on wednesday.  So we will see.&lt;br /&gt;So no pictures.  No big paragraphs as of yet...I guess this one was a good size.  So stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1580254163920094424?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1580254163920094424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1580254163920094424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1580254163920094424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1580254163920094424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-okay-already-ill-blog.html' title='Okay Okay already I&apos;ll blog.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6227230019623643446</id><published>2007-12-23T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaime the elf at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to do things because of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zoAEX55I/AAAAAAAAAgg/wp1ivCcpbRs/s1600-h/weekend+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147319292669716370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zoAEX55I/AAAAAAAAAgg/wp1ivCcpbRs/s320/weekend+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zoQEX56I/AAAAAAAAAgo/YjP-sWP4w8E/s1600-h/weekend+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147319296964683682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zoQEX56I/AAAAAAAAAgo/YjP-sWP4w8E/s320/weekend+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so this is what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zowEX58I/AAAAAAAAAg4/TW95f6SGJp8/s1600-h/weekend+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147319305554618306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zowEX58I/AAAAAAAAAg4/TW95f6SGJp8/s320/weekend+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is the outcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zpAEX59I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8CCQv-bfK04/s1600-h/weekend+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147319309849585618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zpAEX59I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8CCQv-bfK04/s320/weekend+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at church Pastor Matt challenged us so to speak...what can I do to make christmas more "simple"...he went onto explain how people tend to overdo this season and in doing that, they forget what the true meaning of christmas really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I will do. I am making christmas cookies shaped as...nothing. No christmas tree this year family. Just a plain old circle. I know I know. "That is stupid jaime" But really it isn't. It took me hours last year to make christmas tree cookies. I had to roll the dough out, cookie cut it, roll oit out again...cut it...roll...cut...you get the idea. Very time consuming. And since I have a little one now to add to the picture it is hard. I did tacos last year. This year I am doing lasagna. Frozen that is thanks to stoufers. For a minute I was going to make the lasagna by hand, than I slapped myself out of it.  I always overdo stuff because I love to shower my family and guest with great food and to entertain them.  I always want everyone to have a great time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R272WAEX6AI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6uaZVTH2cb4/s1600-h/weekend+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147322281966954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R272WAEX6AI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6uaZVTH2cb4/s320/weekend+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But in doing these circle cookies, I can enjoy today and half of tomrrow with John and the kids. He also challenged us to have a peaceful christmas and to make christmas a spiritual event. So along with today's sermon titled, "Good Grief" related to the Charlie Brown Christmas story I thought this would be a great center piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R271sgEX5_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CUE5bl49lKY/s1600-h/weekend+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147321569002383346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R271sgEX5_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CUE5bl49lKY/s320/weekend+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been watching the Charlie brown christmas for the last couple ofweeks with tyler. And as I watched it with tyler for the first time I was blown away that it really explained the true meaning of christmas. I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6227230019623643446?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6227230019623643446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6227230019623643446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6227230019623643446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6227230019623643446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/jaime-elf-at-work.html' title='Jaime the elf at work'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27zoAEX55I/AAAAAAAAAgg/wp1ivCcpbRs/s72-c/weekend+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-4861424567214562062</id><published>2007-12-22T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:06.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last but not least...christmas party #3</title><content type='html'>So Thursday was John's work christmas party. John is the regional director for Pro Audio Video. So everyone is technical and wire smart, video smart, audio smart...you get my drift.  So you know it's kinda funny when there is "technical difficulties" with showing a video.  I chuckled to myself at the table.  John blurted out, "job opening!".  They just played it off as "operator error".  Tyler again enjoyed the band.  Again with everyone being technical, they are all musical (except for john).  So each of them play like 3 instruments.  The picture is kinda dark, but that's what the setup looked like.  And of course Gavin enjoyed his sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x-gEX52I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Y-cMJwdFgiA/s1600-h/weekend+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147317480193517410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x-gEX52I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Y-cMJwdFgiA/s320/weekend+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x-wEX53I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/db4M-oQAjuM/s1600-h/weekend+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147317484488484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x-wEX53I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/db4M-oQAjuM/s320/weekend+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was tyler before the party.  He loves to help us with anything and everything.  Here he was helping daddy put together his kart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x_AEX54I/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Zmark-O4ME/s1600-h/weekend+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147317488783452034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x_AEX54I/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Zmark-O4ME/s320/weekend+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-4861424567214562062?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4861424567214562062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=4861424567214562062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4861424567214562062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4861424567214562062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-but-not-leastchristmas-party-3.html' title='Last but not least...christmas party #3'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R27x-gEX52I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Y-cMJwdFgiA/s72-c/weekend+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-3062067707065172416</id><published>2007-12-19T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:06.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin can talk!!</title><content type='html'>So I talk to gavin often...and he finally started talking back...okay some people may call it "cooing", but he was talking to me. It was so precious. I absolutely love him. Then he nibbeld on my nose. I looked like Rudoulph afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2m0JgEX51I/AAAAAAAAAgA/JemxxN8ZiHA/s1600-h/weekend+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145842124567603026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2m0JgEX51I/AAAAAAAAAgA/JemxxN8ZiHA/s320/weekend+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea3f5d47f0eb19fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea3f5d47f0eb19fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A76705EDBD7B78DD6C7DB3B7C217B96DCB26D9F.4A9145526D716A362A5E7D9EDE5B423842C1611E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea3f5d47f0eb19fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtUxXwh2V8wDD5KjCkzy54NZ3Ans&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea3f5d47f0eb19fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A76705EDBD7B78DD6C7DB3B7C217B96DCB26D9F.4A9145526D716A362A5E7D9EDE5B423842C1611E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea3f5d47f0eb19fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtUxXwh2V8wDD5KjCkzy54NZ3Ans&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-3062067707065172416?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea3f5d47f0eb19fe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3062067707065172416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=3062067707065172416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3062067707065172416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3062067707065172416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/gavin-can-talk.html' title='Gavin can talk!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2m0JgEX51I/AAAAAAAAAgA/JemxxN8ZiHA/s72-c/weekend+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2898153190867259990</id><published>2007-12-19T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:06.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wanna see Camwan..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2my6QEX5zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cEC5ILJi6gE/s1600-h/weekend+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145840763062970162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2my6QEX5zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cEC5ILJi6gE/s320/weekend+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2my6wEX50I/AAAAAAAAAf4/eLVwZta3PT8/s1600-h/weekend+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145840771652904770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2my6wEX50I/AAAAAAAAAf4/eLVwZta3PT8/s320/weekend+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Saturday was Tamale night at my moms and my family came down. We asked Tyler if he wanted to see Cameron (his cuz)...and all we heard for the next hour was...I wanna see camwan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what got into him, he was all over cameron. Jumping on him, pushing him.  Cameron loved it though.  Although he is 7 and tyler is 2-1/2, they have so much fun together.  I can't wait until gavin is old enough to be pushed around!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2898153190867259990?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2898153190867259990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2898153190867259990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2898153190867259990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2898153190867259990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanna-see-camwan.html' title='&quot;I wanna see Camwan...&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R2my6QEX5zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cEC5ILJi6gE/s72-c/weekend+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5397675587993204062</id><published>2007-12-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:12:06.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Attention Shoppers..."</title><content type='html'>So last night John and I went to target to pick up some stuff that we needed and stuff that we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;A little side note: John is such a sucker.  I'm afraid that Tyler will associate target with toys.  I think he already thinks target is Toysrus.  I'm thrifty.  I'm always looking for good gifts but affordable for tyler.  So he wants to get tyler this remote control car that is for ages 8+.  I said, "It's too big for him and he wouldn't know how to work it." John said, "But he really wants it."  I didn't buy that at all.  Tyler was actually pointing to another car that was smaller.  I just think daddy wanted it!!&lt;br /&gt;okay back to my point of this post.  John is a "wanderer".  I always have to call him in whatever store we are in, so we can find each other.  Well I didn't have my cell phone last night. and John was mis placed again.  I said forget it, I'm gonna complete my shopping and just find him later or page him.  Well as I was going pass the dog aisle, I hear..."Attention Target customers, will a Jaime Cram please come to aisle 3, your party is waiting for you" Oh my gosh, he didn't.  Oh yes he did.  There he was waiting for me at aisle 3 with a big smirk on his face.  So when I got up to him, I told him in a nice loud voice, "John I was getting your Imodium AD advanced and your Metamucil." That didn't bother him.  Just when you think you are gonna get him back, he doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Were any of you guys at Target last night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5397675587993204062?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5397675587993204062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5397675587993204062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5397675587993204062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5397675587993204062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/attention-shoppers.html' title='&quot;Attention Shoppers...&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7821063366495516820</id><published>2007-12-11T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:03:33.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one are you?</title><content type='html'>So when it comes to Christmas shopping which one are you...&lt;br /&gt;Are you the "list checker"? Or are you the person who actually takes time and thinks about what that individual really needs? Do you really sit and think what that person is in need for or would love to open up with such surprise.  I know Christmas is not about presents at all.  It is about the birth of our young saviour.  But I was just thinking about this last night.  If you are a list checker, do you just throw stuff in the cart that looks good with a mindset of, "hey l'm buying them  a gift".  Or if you really take time to think about each gift that you are able to give to that someone? And in doing that you may take up till Christmas Eve to complete your shopping.  I really don't know where I'm going with this, I just thought I would blog about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7821063366495516820?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7821063366495516820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7821063366495516820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7821063366495516820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7821063366495516820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/which-one-are-you.html' title='Which one are you?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6591796184655748007</id><published>2007-12-11T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:07.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrismas Party number 2 for the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nCBAK99I/AAAAAAAAAfI/bM33yKMRs9Q/s1600-h/weekend+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801846318594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nCBAK99I/AAAAAAAAAfI/bM33yKMRs9Q/s320/weekend+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nChAK9-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/B3i_VtGWekw/s1600-h/weekend+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801854908528610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nChAK9-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/B3i_VtGWekw/s320/weekend+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nCxAK9_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/W3baVq5k4R8/s1600-h/weekend+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801859203495922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nCxAK9_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/W3baVq5k4R8/s320/weekend+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nDRAK-AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oJ-8abxAYbw/s1600-h/weekend+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801867793430530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nDRAK-AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oJ-8abxAYbw/s320/weekend+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nEBAK-BI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0gvboIu0qAY/s1600-h/weekend+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801880678332434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nEBAK-BI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0gvboIu0qAY/s320/weekend+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my mom's Chirstmas party at her work Teen Challenge. All of us kids got to go again for the second year in a row. My mom enjoys all of us there so she can brag.  She won't admit that, but it's the truth. "C'mon mom, tell the truth shame the devil!" She just says she loves our company, which who wouldn't, right? After they were done singing worship songs, tyler wanted behind the mic for a little of his version of Christmas carols. I did spend most of my time outside watching Tyler and 2 other staff kids run in circles for an hour. John joined me about 20 minutes later. We sipped Hot caramel apple cider by the outside heat warmers and the prime rib. I know very romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6591796184655748007?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6591796184655748007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6591796184655748007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6591796184655748007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6591796184655748007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/chrismas-part-number-2-for-season.html' title='Chrismas Party number 2 for the season'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17nCBAK99I/AAAAAAAAAfI/bM33yKMRs9Q/s72-c/weekend+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-4315621941961927887</id><published>2007-12-09T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:08.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time in Sand Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l3xAK96I/AAAAAAAAAew/ik3MoHxDQ_w/s1600-h/weekend+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142800570713307042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l3xAK96I/AAAAAAAAAew/ik3MoHxDQ_w/s320/weekend+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l4BAK97I/AAAAAAAAAe4/BELTh8kxsEc/s1600-h/weekend+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142800575008274354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l4BAK97I/AAAAAAAAAe4/BELTh8kxsEc/s320/weekend+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l4RAK98I/AAAAAAAAAfA/C2Jb9rDhPeA/s1600-h/weekend+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142800579303241666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l4RAK98I/AAAAAAAAAfA/C2Jb9rDhPeA/s320/weekend+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to San Diego Saturday to visit John's brother Matt, and saw some pretty great looking Christmas lights at the Del Mar Fairgrounds. Of course it was pooring rain, but the great thing about this is that you just sit in your car and drive thru.  At one point Tyler stuck his head out the window to get a better look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-4315621941961927887?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4315621941961927887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=4315621941961927887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4315621941961927887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/4315621941961927887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-time-in-sand-diego.html' title='Christmas time in Sand Diego'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17l3xAK96I/AAAAAAAAAew/ik3MoHxDQ_w/s72-c/weekend+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-9028078523890475249</id><published>2007-12-08T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:08.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17K3BAK95I/AAAAAAAAAeo/J18RS1S8xh0/s1600-h/weekend+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142770871014455186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17K3BAK95I/AAAAAAAAAeo/J18RS1S8xh0/s320/weekend+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So John and I were able to have a nice night and dinner at the Northwoods Inn. Justin and Burg have offered a couple of times to babysit our little munchkins.  So John and I thought it would be good practice for them and said yes.  Thank you Uncle JRocka and Aunt "boog"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-9028078523890475249?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9028078523890475249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=9028078523890475249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9028078523890475249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9028078523890475249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17K3BAK95I/AAAAAAAAAeo/J18RS1S8xh0/s72-c/weekend+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6019551731738821058</id><published>2007-12-05T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:08.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JZBAK91I/AAAAAAAAAeI/U2O29-gKw2U/s1600-h/weekend+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769256106751826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JZBAK91I/AAAAAAAAAeI/U2O29-gKw2U/s320/weekend+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JZhAK92I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FtKXtw6KAPc/s1600-h/weekend+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769264696686434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JZhAK92I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FtKXtw6KAPc/s320/weekend+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JaRAK93I/AAAAAAAAAeY/SL-u-5nIUdo/s1600-h/weekend+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769277581588338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JaRAK93I/AAAAAAAAAeY/SL-u-5nIUdo/s320/weekend+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JahAK94I/AAAAAAAAAeg/l3RKMoqH8t8/s1600-h/weekend+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769281876555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JahAK94I/AAAAAAAAAeg/l3RKMoqH8t8/s320/weekend+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our christmas tree and this year we decided to let it snow! We were actually looking for a small tree like a 3 footer so we can place on a table to be out of the way of tyler's hands, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up getting a 5-6 footer.  It was fun and cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6019551731738821058?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6019551731738821058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6019551731738821058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6019551731738821058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6019551731738821058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R17JZBAK91I/AAAAAAAAAeI/U2O29-gKw2U/s72-c/weekend+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7810170076899633019</id><published>2007-12-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:09.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lucky...and I'm finally starting to realize it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM5BAK9xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GCsRuPTnOfs/s1600-h/xmascard+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140169460862875410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM5BAK9xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GCsRuPTnOfs/s320/xmascard+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM6BAK9yI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Q1x95EgAW6w/s1600-h/xmascard+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140169478042744610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM6BAK9yI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Q1x95EgAW6w/s320/xmascard+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM7RAK9zI/AAAAAAAAAd4/av5FWMdxtdA/s1600-h/xmascard+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140169499517581106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM7RAK9zI/AAAAAAAAAd4/av5FWMdxtdA/s320/xmascard+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM7hAK90I/AAAAAAAAAeA/-YHRDGgrx9U/s1600-h/xmas+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140169503812548418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM7hAK90I/AAAAAAAAAeA/-YHRDGgrx9U/s320/xmas+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was going to title this blog, "so you know" but I thought the above was better. I want to slap myself around a bit, because I have so much that has been given to me. Why on earth am I depressed? I should be happy. Truth be told, I am coming around a bit. It's probably the medicine (ha), but i know it's the prayers too. I didn't want to tell anyone, including John about how I have been feeling the last 3 months. But I am so glad I did, because now my family and friends can pray for me and understand me.  John says I have been much more calmer.  He joked and said I haven't gotten mad at him for little stupid stuff! Ha! That right there has to be the effects of modern medicine.  But on a serious note, I feel I am gaining a connection to my Gavin.  He smiles at me, coos at me, stares at me, he recognizes ME and my VOICE.  But then I get in these moods where I just go into my lala land.  If I'm alone for one day or even a couple of minutes, it hits me.  I still have trouble sleeping.  I know the holidays are gonna drag me out of the house, and I think that is a good thing.  But I don't want to.  We just went out for my sister's birthday last saturday and I'm glad I went out, but I didn't want to even get dressed.  I know these are "normal" feelings.  And I am so tired of hearing that.  Because there not normal to me.  But this past weekend brought it to my attention that I have a great loving family and am so blessed to have them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7810170076899633019?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7810170076899633019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7810170076899633019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7810170076899633019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7810170076899633019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-luckyand-im-finally-starting-to.html' title='I&apos;m lucky...and I&apos;m finally starting to realize it.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R1WM5BAK9xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GCsRuPTnOfs/s72-c/xmascard+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-9208799696060223323</id><published>2007-11-30T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:37:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sick little monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b7d739c94e8582e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7d739c94e8582e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16EB65E76150D236DA80D87CC4FE22C505447CA7.363853C492638E105FAA774B593523413C687D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7d739c94e8582e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJtbfQKybuA69y0P2xX77Rm3HB3Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7d739c94e8582e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16EB65E76150D236DA80D87CC4FE22C505447CA7.363853C492638E105FAA774B593523413C687D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7d739c94e8582e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJtbfQKybuA69y0P2xX77Rm3HB3Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I downloded this video he wanted to watch it over and over and over and over again.  My true two year old toddler at his finest.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-9208799696060223323?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9208799696060223323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=9208799696060223323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9208799696060223323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9208799696060223323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sick-little-monkey.html' title='My sick little monkey'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-386882686603628308</id><published>2007-11-26T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:10.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time at disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukNKOitVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eiXEsA4Dq5M/s1600-h/dland+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137380345936786770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukNKOitVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eiXEsA4Dq5M/s320/dland+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukNaOitWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fktINOnMzXo/s1600-h/dland_015_opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137380350231754082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukNaOitWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fktINOnMzXo/s320/dland_015_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukN6OitXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dFZShr5qzhs/s1600-h/dland+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137380358821688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukN6OitXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dFZShr5qzhs/s320/dland+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukOKOitYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rAidfC-W1Zg/s1600-h/dland+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137380363116656002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukOKOitYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rAidfC-W1Zg/s320/dland+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukOqOitZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yXNhS_q-8PQ/s1600-h/dland+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137380371706590610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukOqOitZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yXNhS_q-8PQ/s320/dland+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujB6OitQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WSF5Lrv3esg/s1600-h/dland+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137379053151630594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujB6OitQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WSF5Lrv3esg/s320/dland+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujCaOitRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/U6IhsMqY1-4/s1600-h/dland+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137379061741565202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujCaOitRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/U6IhsMqY1-4/s320/dland+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujCqOitSI/AAAAAAAAAco/S-7toKMFCz0/s1600-h/dland+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137379066036532514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujCqOitSI/AAAAAAAAAco/S-7toKMFCz0/s320/dland+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujDKOitTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eztEpl0PDuo/s1600-h/dland+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137379074626467122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujDKOitTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eztEpl0PDuo/s320/dland+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujDqOitUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YJQPGw_8WiQ/s1600-h/dland+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137379083216401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ujDqOitUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YJQPGw_8WiQ/s320/dland+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Disneyland on Sunday with my inlaws. It was such a nice day. Cool. Not really crowded. It was Christmas-ie and fun.  I tell you the only way to go to Dland is in a wheelchair.  I wonder how many people are faken it just to walk on to rides.  Janice (john's mom) had to be in a wheelchair due to a recent foot surgery.  We did walk on to rides.  We went on the finding nemo ride.  I give it 3 star out of 5.  First star will be for the great nemo music while you wait and while you are under.  The second star I will give for the fun seating arrangements.  Lastly my second star will go for the great water proof sealant they used so we all didn't die.  The voices are so lame because they are not the "real ones".  I mean Dory is Ellen DenGeneres.  You can't fake her.  So that was cheesey.  It's weird, I didn't know what to expect.  The images are like of a holographic or something.  It's all computerized.  We also saw the christmas parade too.  We waited for an hour to get a good spot and people come all up on you to mooch in on your territory.  I stopped them.  One guy said to me, "Where's you F*%$#@! Christmas spirit!" I told him it was in my heart, not on this corner where I have been for an hour.  I also told him to watch his language around all these small children.  I would have never stuck up for myself a couple of years ago.  If that same guy would have done that to me earlier, I would have let him in on my corner.  And maybe I should have anyway...nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-386882686603628308?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/386882686603628308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=386882686603628308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/386882686603628308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/386882686603628308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-time-at-disneyland.html' title='Christmas time at disneyland'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ukNKOitVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eiXEsA4Dq5M/s72-c/dland+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6131285157690780096</id><published>2007-11-26T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:11.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days after Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhVKOitNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/9BtkMItivk0/s1600-h/dland+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137377184840856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhVKOitNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/9BtkMItivk0/s320/dland+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhV6OitOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cNmrBbSqvvY/s1600-h/dland+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137377197725758690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhV6OitOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cNmrBbSqvvY/s320/dland+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhW6OitPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1qfewp5Oxb4/s1600-h/dland+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137377214905627890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhW6OitPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1qfewp5Oxb4/s320/dland+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ugtKOitII/AAAAAAAAAbY/GEBwm2x4BtQ/s1600-h/dland+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137376497646089346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ugtKOitII/AAAAAAAAAbY/GEBwm2x4BtQ/s320/dland+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ugtqOitJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Hhm9XjgE3js/s1600-h/dland+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137376506236023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ugtqOitJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Hhm9XjgE3js/s320/dland+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uguKOitKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2HKITf_9m04/s1600-h/dland+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137376514825958562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uguKOitKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2HKITf_9m04/s320/dland+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uguqOitLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Sr-5xlMZYcs/s1600-h/dland+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137376523415893170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uguqOitLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Sr-5xlMZYcs/s320/dland+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ugvqOitMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uPzSN3KDrxA/s1600-h/dland+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137376540595762370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ugvqOitMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uPzSN3KDrxA/s320/dland+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we went to my moms on Saturday for a little more turkey and stuffing. We also played this fun guitar game. Everyone gave it a try including tyler. But of course he didn't want to share.  What is it with kids not wanting to share? Or is it just mine? We ferel like we are the only ones out there with a toddler right now that is "Two"...I believe the stage terrible twos...and now I have to endure another child go through it.  Oh boy oh boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**check out everyone's faces playing the guitars, so into it don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6131285157690780096?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6131285157690780096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6131285157690780096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6131285157690780096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6131285157690780096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-after-thanksgiving.html' title='The days after Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uhVKOitNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/9BtkMItivk0/s72-c/dland+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7546211015553090272</id><published>2007-11-26T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ueS6OitBI/AAAAAAAAAag/q1KTrxr9WrU/s1600-h/dland+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373847651267602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ueS6OitBI/AAAAAAAAAag/q1KTrxr9WrU/s320/dland+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ueTqOitCI/AAAAAAAAAao/BKzYreUt-v4/s1600-h/dland+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373860536169506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ueTqOitCI/AAAAAAAAAao/BKzYreUt-v4/s320/dland+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud6aOis8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/G9YO4_AA-Bk/s1600-h/dland+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373426744472514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud6aOis8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/G9YO4_AA-Bk/s320/dland+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud6qOis9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jsLr1hT21LI/s1600-h/dland+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373431039439826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud6qOis9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jsLr1hT21LI/s320/dland+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud7KOis-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/coRzu1H5q5M/s1600-h/dland+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373439629374434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud7KOis-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/coRzu1H5q5M/s320/dland+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud7qOis_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xchiExSgjA0/s1600-h/dland+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373448219309042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud7qOis_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xchiExSgjA0/s320/dland+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud8KOitAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dNIllHZZHZQ/s1600-h/dland+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137373456809243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ud8KOitAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dNIllHZZHZQ/s320/dland+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So last saturday we took tyler (and gavin) to go see Thomas the train in Perris. He had a lot of fun. Now everytime he sees a train he calls out for Thomas.  When we were on the train ride he couldn't stop waving to everyone, so cute.  He also got to meet Bob the Builder.  Of course, like always, he doesn't like to stand by the character and get his picture taken.  He likes to walk around and talk at it.  Oh well.  I don't know how many times I heard, "I want to see Thomas!" all throughout the park.  Not just from Tyler but the other hundreds of toddlers running amuck.  And when we were all leaving, the same children (including mine) were crying saying, you guesses it, "I want to see Thomas!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7546211015553090272?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7546211015553090272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7546211015553090272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7546211015553090272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7546211015553090272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-out-with-thomas.html' title='Day out with Thomas'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0ueS6OitBI/AAAAAAAAAag/q1KTrxr9WrU/s72-c/dland+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2889556506588491892</id><published>2007-11-26T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:13.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day...</title><content type='html'>So on turkey Day we spent it with my in-laws this year. I made my pumpkin soup as usual and helped with the ordinary green bean casserole that you can find on any can of those fried onions. It was nice and relaxing. Tyler and Gavin's Great gma and gpa Cram got to spend it with us. We ate around 1pm so at 6pm we had another round of turkey. It's hard to believe that Thanksgiving is already over and Christmas is just about here. I kinda dread the whole decoration thing right now. I think I will just get a tree and that's about it. I am even considering buying a small 4 footer and putting it on a table. Just not in the mood I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uXUaOis6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/IET2Jo9HDAA/s1600-h/dland+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137366176839676834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uXUaOis6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/IET2Jo9HDAA/s320/dland+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uXV6Ois7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/DM3CT_YIjbw/s1600-h/dland+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137366202609480626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uXV6Ois7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/DM3CT_YIjbw/s320/dland+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2889556506588491892?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2889556506588491892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2889556506588491892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2889556506588491892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2889556506588491892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/R0uXUaOis6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/IET2Jo9HDAA/s72-c/dland+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2676016344583129010</id><published>2007-11-20T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:51:13.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being real.</title><content type='html'>This post doesn't need a picture.  This post is somewhat different from last posts.  I'm depressed.  I'm suffering from depression.  I actually am wide awake at 12:30am wondering why I am blogging about this, but I feel like I need to talk.  John is sleeping right now and he can't listen.  Everyone is sleeping right now so I can't call.  To be depressed is to feel sunken.  I actually found a word to help me describe it.  To feel sunken is to feel like you are below everything, trying to stay above it all.  Not all my days are like this.  Actually most of them are of the norm.  But when this depression is triggered by whatever-it sucks.  I thought I was doing better the last week.  I actually have had something to look forward to every weekend.  2 weeks ago was a birthday party for tyler to go to, this past saturday was thomas the train event, and now there is thanksgiving coming up and then disneyland on sunday.  People may look at me and think I should be the most happiest person living.  I should be exstatic, I have a newborn, I have a great 2 year old and a wonderful husband that love me.  But, I am happy.  I am also overwhelmed with emotions, feelings of worthlessness, angry, sad, guilty that I am depressed.  So sunken is how I feel.  Below.  Deflated.  So I will try to go to bed...again.  I'm hopeful for tomorrow to be a better day.  I also hope I don't regret posting this.  If you know me, I just ask for you to pray for me.  Pray that this cloud will be lifted off me.  I want to enjoy my new life that has been given to me 2 months ago.  I want to enjoy my family.  I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2676016344583129010?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2676016344583129010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2676016344583129010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2676016344583129010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2676016344583129010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-real.html' title='Being real.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5094056984331525538</id><published>2007-11-01T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:14.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween firsts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday we went out to The Grove to go "trunk or treating". It was Tyler's first Halloween actually dressing up and going out. Technically it was his 3rd...but this is the one that counted. He was batman this year, or as Tyler says it, "Supaman". He's a little confused but oh well. He points to the batman outfit in target and says, "supaman" and I correct him and say, "no that's batman, this is superman (point to the outfit)?" He right away tells me no. So whatever. He likes the way batman looks, but likes the sound of superman...oh I mean "supaman". Anyway here are a few pictures...hahaha I said a few!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqicTanHJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kKYowjlmDP8/s1600-h/halloween+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128089732846656658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqicTanHJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kKYowjlmDP8/s320/halloween+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gavin was a cow dressed up as a pumpkin! He didn't like it much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqicjanHKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d7-FTBgyfuI/s1600-h/halloween+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128089737141623970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqicjanHKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d7-FTBgyfuI/s320/halloween+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's "batman" eating a hotdog with ketchup and mustard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqiczanHLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0670pEKJcJ8/s1600-h/halloween+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128089741436591282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqiczanHLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0670pEKJcJ8/s320/halloween+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's "batman" eating potato chips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqidTanHMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WYRwLpmesb0/s1600-h/halloween+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128089750026525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqidTanHMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WYRwLpmesb0/s320/halloween+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our little pumpkin sleeping thru it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqidjanHNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/w4WqSlKG8Jk/s1600-h/halloween+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128089754321493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqidjanHNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/w4WqSlKG8Jk/s320/halloween+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am showing and telling Tyler how to ask for candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128090974092205282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjkjanHOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3yCt9zl8qo0/s320/halloween+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course he picked it up real good and fast.  He never even said trick or treat, he would just lift his basket up!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjlDanHPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oNRgLVKM9iY/s1600-h/halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128090982682139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjlDanHPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oNRgLVKM9iY/s320/halloween+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even sometimes he would just walk by if someone was in his way or not fast enough...patience son...who am I kidding, he's 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjljanHQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/msH6Xbq3KJ8/s1600-h/halloween+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128090991272074498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjljanHQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/msH6Xbq3KJ8/s320/halloween+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes he would just stare at the peoples decorations and the costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjlzanHRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2d2uoIBnzLI/s1600-h/halloween+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128090995567041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqjlzanHRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2d2uoIBnzLI/s320/halloween+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is tyler doing it by himself.  Looks like he is getting assurance from us like if he's doing it okay or right.  You did right tyler, you made out big.  Now daddy and I have to "inspect" your candy and "throw" out any bad candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/35678416-5094056984331525538?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5094056984331525538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5094056984331525538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5094056984331525538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5094056984331525538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-firsts.html' title='Halloween firsts...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyqicTanHJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kKYowjlmDP8/s72-c/halloween+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2296245616708433954</id><published>2007-10-28T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:16.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay here I go with the blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how our little man is growing strong.  He's already 6 weeks old.  He's almost a teenager....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTTzDanHGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rNBHJ-ixCmI/s1600-h/baby7+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126455149898177634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTTzDanHGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rNBHJ-ixCmI/s320/baby7+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTT1TanHHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fCMpCjDAv2A/s1600-h/baby7+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126455188552883314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTT1TanHHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fCMpCjDAv2A/s320/baby7+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated my father-in-laws birthday at Bj's.  Home of the Pzookie! Mmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTT5DanHII/AAAAAAAAAXI/is9-r54IZTo/s1600-h/baby7+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126455252977392770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTT5DanHII/AAAAAAAAAXI/is9-r54IZTo/s320/baby7+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to disneyland a few weeks ago and as we were walking on over from California adventure to Disneyland and we were met with all sorts of characters. I was happy thinking Tyler would be stoked. I was wrong, he was scared of just about everyone but Max (goofy's kid). I'm thinking because he looks liie the rest of mickey's friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRbTanHBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qgKeSnJiT5c/s1600-h/baby7+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126452542853028882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRbTanHBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qgKeSnJiT5c/s320/baby7+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who in the heck is this big scary black character...anyone? Is it Jungle book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRczanHCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4xaOWUPZAZY/s1600-h/baby7+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126452568622832674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRczanHCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4xaOWUPZAZY/s320/baby7+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Safe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRdjanHDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/789VJ6eNSxQ/s1600-h/baby7+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126452581507734578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRdjanHDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/789VJ6eNSxQ/s320/baby7+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was even afraid of Winnie...what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRejanHEI/AAAAAAAAAWo/n1hSP47nixA/s1600-h/baby7+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126452598687603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRejanHEI/AAAAAAAAAWo/n1hSP47nixA/s320/baby7+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He clenched John's from this weird guy from Lilo and stitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRfjanHFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-DnAGG7DCik/s1600-h/baby7+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126452615867472978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTRfjanHFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-DnAGG7DCik/s320/baby7+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One day Tyler and I were coloring and he picked up the white crayon and said, "mama, mama, mama (always says my name 3 times), crawn not working". I knew what he was saying. He was coloring with a white crayon ON white paper. No color, not working. I hear ya son. Who uses those white crayons anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTPpzanG5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8mXk6Xn4BDg/s1600-h/baby7+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450592937876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTPpzanG5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8mXk6Xn4BDg/s320/baby7+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler keeps me on my toes. What a toddler can do while you are not feeling well...goes outside, gets the hose and sprays everything down out back...then shows me while he runs on our white freshly clean floor.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTPrDanG6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tDboOdusA3s/s1600-h/baby7+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450614412712866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTPrDanG6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tDboOdusA3s/s320/baby7+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but does a good job cleaning himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTPrzanG7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/MB9c1E5Vzc0/s1600-h/baby7+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450627297614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTPrzanG7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/MB9c1E5Vzc0/s320/baby7+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTP0zanG8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/q7MFH8hO0wI/s1600-h/baby7+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450781916437442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTP0zanG8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/q7MFH8hO0wI/s320/baby7+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then I give him cheetos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTP2DanG9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/-gaibvAqPCo/s1600-h/baby7+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450803391273938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTP2DanG9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/-gaibvAqPCo/s320/baby7+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are also in the process of potty training...hows it looking boys? It's not Sports Illustrated it's a disneyland magazine, but it's "reading" material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2296245616708433954?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2296245616708433954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2296245616708433954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2296245616708433954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2296245616708433954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-here-i-go-with-blogging.html' title='Okay here I go with the blogging...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RyTTzDanHGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rNBHJ-ixCmI/s72-c/baby7+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2120771617431121770</id><published>2007-10-23T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:14:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Fab lane</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile since I posted pictures and caught you all up on whats been going on.  A lot has been going on...I will post pictures sometime in the next 24 hours.  A lot of good stuff, so hang in there.  Okay, I don't want to hype it up...it's okay stuff.  It has to do with my babies and my family.  So it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat-ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-2120771617431121770?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2120771617431121770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2120771617431121770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2120771617431121770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2120771617431121770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-fab-lane.html' title='Life in the Fab lane'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5190024025993186336</id><published>2007-10-09T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:16.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/Rwwq_WQvPpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rpfqk95gTtY/s1600-h/baby5+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119514144209321618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/Rwwq_WQvPpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rpfqk95gTtY/s320/baby5+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super Dad! Super Husband! Super Hot! Super Cool! Super Duper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(is it me or do I have a lazy left eye?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5190024025993186336?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5190024025993186336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5190024025993186336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5190024025993186336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5190024025993186336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-him.html' title='Love him!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/Rwwq_WQvPpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rpfqk95gTtY/s72-c/baby5+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6519928157206248895</id><published>2007-10-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:17.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXLJ2QvPoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jPrqDbn_YHQ/s1600-h/closeup_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117719921621417602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXLJ2QvPoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jPrqDbn_YHQ/s400/closeup_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXK3WQvPlI/AAAAAAAAATg/5I0db0cJE5g/s1600-h/baby_hand_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117719603793837650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXK3WQvPlI/AAAAAAAAATg/5I0db0cJE5g/s320/baby_hand_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXK3mQvPnI/AAAAAAAAATw/00039vxD5WE/s1600-h/baby_toes_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117719608088804978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXK3mQvPnI/AAAAAAAAATw/00039vxD5WE/s320/baby_toes_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6519928157206248895?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6519928157206248895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6519928157206248895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6519928157206248895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6519928157206248895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/precious.html' title='Precious!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwXLJ2QvPoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jPrqDbn_YHQ/s72-c/closeup_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7043607835416743395</id><published>2007-10-03T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:18.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW! Alot of stuff has happened in a week...</title><content type='html'>Well first off I will snswer the tag that my brother Justin gave me. I'm suppose to list 8 "interesting" things about myself that you don't know. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't own a ipod, mp3 player or infact any player that lets you download songs for free, for money, or illegal for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate driving on overpasses. In fact the new ones that are being bulit off the 60, 91, and 215 freeways almost make me pee my pants. I mean those suckers are man made from the ground up. Do me a favor and check one out next time...how on earth does it work like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to read the "direction label" on just about everything even if I know how to take it. I'm just interesting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Back in the 7th grade I was on a basketball team, and during the game I went the "wrong way" and actually attempted to make a shot for the other team. Good thing I missed, right? But I got the name "wrong way" from that...especially from Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can watch the discovery health channel, or any channel that shows blood and guts and surgeries while I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have to make my bed before I leave to go to work, or the house. And if so happens I don't (or John takes a nap mid day) I have to make my bed before I go to sleep. It's just something about pulling back those covers before resting my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speaking of resting my head, I can fall asleep within seconds of..."Dear Jesus thank you for my day...ZZZZZZZZ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I absolutely love my kids and my husband without a doubt, and if I had to lay down and die for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you are suppose to like choose 2 people to tag, but everyone I know has already been tagged. So oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN TURNED 30!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we started the celebration off by going to Northwoods Inn (where esle?). The quote of the day was, "Can people actually stay here?" That right there my freinds came form Justin. He had a good point. Things that end in "Inn" usually are places where people can lay their heads. Anyway, we had a good time eating steak, chicken, yummy bread and throwing peanuts on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKS2QvPbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JW3hctx9mJ0/s1600-h/baby5+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117367133007723954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKS2QvPbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JW3hctx9mJ0/s320/baby5+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKTWQvPcI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y8bB41FoGfE/s1600-h/baby5+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117367141597658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKTWQvPcI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y8bB41FoGfE/s320/baby5+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKT2QvPdI/AAAAAAAAASg/J2rfYGMPxt8/s1600-h/baby5+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117367150187593170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKT2QvPdI/AAAAAAAAASg/J2rfYGMPxt8/s320/baby5+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on Sunday (the real birthday), I made homemade cheese enchiladas and got John a ice cream cake. Very low key just for John, because that's how he likes it. No fuss! He had a race too that day and he came in first place. How awesome is that! What a great way to end the racing year and to turn 30!! Congratulations babe! You are wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKUmQvPeI/AAAAAAAAASo/SSDprf2vmjc/s1600-h/baby5+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117367163072495074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKUmQvPeI/AAAAAAAAASo/SSDprf2vmjc/s320/baby5+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKVWQvPfI/AAAAAAAAASw/0OnikB86X-8/s1600-h/baby5+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117367175957396978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKVWQvPfI/AAAAAAAAASw/0OnikB86X-8/s320/baby5+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE MATTHEWS BAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda links to Johns birthday. John's parents got him 2 tickets to see DMB on Monday. It was wonderful. Loved, loved, loved it! We had alright seats, I mean there really is no bad seat anywhere at the hollywood bowl, and at a dave matthews concert. John had a good time, I had a good time. Great times! We also sat in front of what we think was Dave's biggest fan and San Diego Padres's biggest fan. The whole time we heard (in a whiney voice)..."Babe, I hope they turn the cameras on..." "Babe...this venue is amazing" "Babe, this our song..." "I LOVE YOU DAVE..." "WHOOOOOO" "OH my gosh, they turned the cameras on!" Then Romeo kept on texting his friend back and forth about the padres game. I mean all I heard was Dave playing in the background and "the score is tied now" What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSM0mQvPgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DpjzyJ_0EvM/s1600-h/baby5+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117369911851564546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSM0mQvPgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DpjzyJ_0EvM/s320/baby5+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if the camera moves alot...I had to hide it in my purse so the security people wouldn't take my canon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a971e6388ef7866" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a971e6388ef7866%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C174ACAC20FEB01951B556A1C6796BA4A8CA8BC.34A41A8F23329FD4B4F1898A09666B0FF7EC7D63%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a971e6388ef7866%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoKsZZRYmHp4gyNdTrD05pagLfnA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a971e6388ef7866%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C174ACAC20FEB01951B556A1C6796BA4A8CA8BC.34A41A8F23329FD4B4F1898A09666B0FF7EC7D63%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a971e6388ef7866%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoKsZZRYmHp4gyNdTrD05pagLfnA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY 3 WEEK OLD AND MY 2-1/2 YEAR OLD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe Gavin is 3 weeks old now. Tyler is doing so good. He is actually wanting to be close to him now. I swear I didn't make him take these shots. He did it on his own!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSOMGQvPhI/AAAAAAAAATA/Qjwf5jkjj2A/s1600-h/baby5+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117371415090118162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSOMGQvPhI/AAAAAAAAATA/Qjwf5jkjj2A/s320/baby5+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSOMmQvPiI/AAAAAAAAATI/XzkqX234VgY/s1600-h/baby5+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117371423680052770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSOMmQvPiI/AAAAAAAAATI/XzkqX234VgY/s320/baby5+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSONGQvPjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BsMQ3IFcvoQ/s1600-h/baby5+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117371432269987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSONGQvPjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BsMQ3IFcvoQ/s320/baby5+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSONWQvPkI/AAAAAAAAATY/luN2c6ndvEM/s1600-h/baby5+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117371436564954690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSONWQvPkI/AAAAAAAAATY/luN2c6ndvEM/s320/baby5+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEE UPDATE #3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KB homes called us and said they will pay for the removal off the bees. So we are getting reimbursed! Yay! So glad. Because I would have fought if I had to! I will put away the boxing gloves for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night! Zzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7043607835416743395?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a971e6388ef7866&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7043607835416743395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7043607835416743395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7043607835416743395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7043607835416743395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-alot-of-stuff-has-happened-in-week.html' title='WOW! Alot of stuff has happened in a week...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RwSKS2QvPbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JW3hctx9mJ0/s72-c/baby5+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-3575418624118811072</id><published>2007-09-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:19.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scub a dub dub in the sink</title><content type='html'>Today was one of Gavin's "first" first. We broke out the baby book and put it in.  He was such a good baby.  Didn't even cry once, which makes it easier.  The whole family got involved in this milestone event.  There is even a video!! WHoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmemmQvPXI/AAAAAAAAARw/PtedbgC02UI/s1600-h/baby4+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114293237798878578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmemmQvPXI/AAAAAAAAARw/PtedbgC02UI/s320/baby4+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to sensor this one with a black sensor strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/Rvmem2QvPYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXMtYb0ZoTA/s1600-h/baby4+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114293242093845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/Rvmem2QvPYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXMtYb0ZoTA/s320/baby4+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmenGQvPZI/AAAAAAAAASA/Awq-FuSLUs0/s1600-h/baby4+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114293246388813202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmenGQvPZI/AAAAAAAAASA/Awq-FuSLUs0/s320/baby4+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler wanted to help clean Gavin.  Not drown him, although he looks like he's up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmenWQvPaI/AAAAAAAAASI/nAQYMnp8cr4/s1600-h/baby4+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114293250683780514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmenWQvPaI/AAAAAAAAASI/nAQYMnp8cr4/s320/baby4+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pop the popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9eebd048649c7f77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9eebd048649c7f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B04072E46402ADC9DBF4744325650498C8C9432.379BE1973FD2F9203C7A85D77CA2E3A5C2235827%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9eebd048649c7f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJj-q2xYaDs342LoB9BTd0BXxRXs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9eebd048649c7f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331050990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B04072E46402ADC9DBF4744325650498C8C9432.379BE1973FD2F9203C7A85D77CA2E3A5C2235827%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9eebd048649c7f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJj-q2xYaDs342LoB9BTd0BXxRXs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-3575418624118811072?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9eebd048649c7f77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3575418624118811072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=3575418624118811072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3575418624118811072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3575418624118811072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/scub-dub-dub-in-sink.html' title='Scub a dub dub in the sink'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmemmQvPXI/AAAAAAAAARw/PtedbgC02UI/s72-c/baby4+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1412099686456001414</id><published>2007-09-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:19.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and old</title><content type='html'>My family came out to see Gavin for the first time on Sunday. My little Grandma was crying because she knows she is old and wants to be around for her great grandchildren.  I know she is happy that she got to see Gavin.  Here is a neat picture of what new life and a "mature" life resembles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmbqmQvPVI/AAAAAAAAARg/HuYU9wz2bLo/s1600-h/baby4+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114290007983471954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmbqmQvPVI/AAAAAAAAARg/HuYU9wz2bLo/s320/baby4+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is just a little cuteness...I don't know what is up with Kali.  She absolutely loved Tyler when he was a baby, but then when he started moving and making more noises...forget it! Now it's the same with Gavin...it will be over soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmbrGQvPWI/AAAAAAAAARo/NhcSbmNGT4k/s1600-h/baby4+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114290016573406562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmbrGQvPWI/AAAAAAAAARo/NhcSbmNGT4k/s320/baby4+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1412099686456001414?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1412099686456001414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1412099686456001414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1412099686456001414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1412099686456001414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-and-old.html' title='New and old'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvmbqmQvPVI/AAAAAAAAARg/HuYU9wz2bLo/s72-c/baby4+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7219629155899980638</id><published>2007-09-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:20.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spiderman kiss: reinvented by Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;thinking about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzg2QvPRI/AAAAAAAAARA/xZHZF8DXkco/s1600-h/baby3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112416272666017042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzg2QvPRI/AAAAAAAAARA/xZHZF8DXkco/s320/baby3+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sizing it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzhGQvPSI/AAAAAAAAARI/-mTGC54cjB0/s1600-h/baby3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112416276960984354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzhGQvPSI/AAAAAAAAARI/-mTGC54cjB0/s320/baby3+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go in for the kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzhmQvPTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JJl2tfF3M5M/s1600-h/baby3+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112416285550918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzhmQvPTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JJl2tfF3M5M/s320/baby3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the after look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzh2QvPUI/AAAAAAAAARY/dm2tYJ0-wMc/s1600-h/baby3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112416289845886274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzh2QvPUI/AAAAAAAAARY/dm2tYJ0-wMc/s320/baby3+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the live action video...note that I ask him not to suffocate Gavin...Tyler just really wanted to plant one on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7a20430f24f7c86" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7219629155899980638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7219629155899980638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7219629155899980638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7219629155899980638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/spiderman-kiss-reinvented-by-tyler.html' title='The spiderman kiss: reinvented by Tyler'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvLzg2QvPRI/AAAAAAAAARA/xZHZF8DXkco/s72-c/baby3+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-2336816525571738594</id><published>2007-09-19T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:14:35.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband the magician</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e06d9df2701a5e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2336816525571738594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=2336816525571738594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2336816525571738594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/2336816525571738594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-husband-magician.html' title='My husband the magician'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7691728144266106122</id><published>2007-09-19T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:21.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So this was my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler loves his tunnel and had fun playing with daddy in it. But by the end of the day he was pooped. He climbed in our bed by himself and got under the covers and conked out. That little fart always wants to sleep in "mama daddys bed". But we try to be strong since he already has issues with his big boy bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMvfKgUZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/t-OckALpg2E/s1600-h/morebaby+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112162536977879442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMvfKgUZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/t-OckALpg2E/s320/morebaby+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMv_KgUaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V84FNZuXvnM/s1600-h/morebaby+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112162545567814050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMv_KgUaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V84FNZuXvnM/s320/morebaby+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMwPKgUbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MWFWgyT_aac/s1600-h/morebaby+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112162549862781362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMwPKgUbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MWFWgyT_aac/s320/morebaby+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler is "adjusting" well I guess.  I can tell he is like unsure if this little Gavin is going to stay or what.  But he hasn't hit him yet, so I guess we're on a good road.  When he wants me and only my attention he says, "baby sleep"...as in, "put the baby to bed and love on me".  One of the reasons I cry every day (besides the baby blues) is I fear that Tyler will feel less loved by me or John.  I go so out of my way to make him not feel that way.  Man I love that little guy so much as I now do with Gavin.  Tyler has been Daddy's little boy the last week.  He doesn't really go to me much or I'm usually his second choice.  (sniff sniff) Oh well, in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMwvKgUcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FOuijwUvYY8/s1600-h/morebaby+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112162558452715970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMwvKgUcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FOuijwUvYY8/s320/morebaby+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleep.  I need it so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMw_KgUdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Uk6tU9ALSVA/s1600-h/morebaby+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112162562747683282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMw_KgUdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Uk6tU9ALSVA/s320/morebaby+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7691728144266106122?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7691728144266106122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7691728144266106122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7691728144266106122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7691728144266106122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvIMvfKgUZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/t-OckALpg2E/s72-c/morebaby+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7789365124396193845</id><published>2007-09-19T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:21.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bee Update 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this one is of all the honeycomb/hives/dead bees that were in our strucure of our home.  Pretty crazy.  These are 4 black trash bags filled to the rim.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhN_KgUVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HU3of-zuTpw/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112044313708089682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhN_KgUVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HU3of-zuTpw/s320/DSC03958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is...wow...honey anyone? If you can see closely that on the other side of the honeycomb is plywood, which on the other side of that is drywall and tyler's bathroom.  Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhOPKgUWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ikq2b9teuNk/s1600-h/DSC03948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112044318003056994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhOPKgUWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ikq2b9teuNk/s320/DSC03948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just can't believe this is what was being built by those bees inbetween the front of our house and the inside of our house...pretty scary, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhOfKgUXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/M83sqqoDyZg/s1600-h/DSC03947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112044322298024306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhOfKgUXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/M83sqqoDyZg/s320/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had to literally take apart each facia boards from top to bottom to make sure they remove everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhOvKgUYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IpmjRkON9H0/s1600-h/DSC03957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112044326592991618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhOvKgUYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IpmjRkON9H0/s320/DSC03957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way did I mention this was done like 2 days before I gave birth, and KB actually painted a sealed "additional" gaps in our home while I was giving birth.  Yes that's right folks, I did say "additional".  John walked around our house with the bee removal experts and spotted our to John other gaps.  What a nightmare...still in the process of getting KB to help with the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7789365124396193845?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7789365124396193845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7789365124396193845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7789365124396193845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7789365124396193845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-bee-update-2.html' title='Big Bee Update 2'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RvGhN_KgUVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HU3of-zuTpw/s72-c/DSC03958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7642322968425462759</id><published>2007-09-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:22.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Make a joyful noise to the Lord"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;That indeed was the song that was playing in my little CD player in my room when Gavin Robert Cram was brought into this world on tuesday September 11th at 8:25am. Right smack on his due date. I'm still in shock of all how it went down, but I am so glad he is finally here and healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I would write before I went to the hospital, (and I almost did) but John talked me out of it and boy am I glad, because the way things happened I could have had this baby in the car. What I mean is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I rolled out of bed, BAM! Ouch! Crap! Hee hee hoo hee hee hoo...whoowhoowhoo. I didn't even bother to write them or count them. I knew these were the ones that get babies born. So I got ready real quick called my mom at 7:04am and then woke john up at 7:08am and then I called my sister and Rod at 7:09am (Rod watched Tyler for us), called John's mom at 7:14am. By 7:27am we were getting in the car leaving for the hospital hitting all the nicely paved streets of Riverside (joking). John ran red lights and honked and flashed his lights at slow people on the freeway. I was worried, but they needed to go a little bit faster. We arrive at Parkview Hospital at 7:47am they wheeled me to labor and delivery. My room was ready since I called ahead. My nurse Judy checked me and I was at 7cm, totally thinned out and at 0 station...WHAT! 7cm? I knew at this point there was no way i was gonna have a epidural. I began to panick (I was contemplating throughout this whole pregnancy...epidural? or no?--I even told John in the car on the way over I was definately having a epidural because I was such in pain). I just remember crying in fear that I was about to face the worse thing in my life. It actually wasn't that bad. It does feel good to push, really it does. And when all is said and done, you feel good. Anyway, I progressed real quick. Judy checked me a total of 3 times. First I was 7cm. Second my water broke and I was at 9cm. Lastly, I was completly dilated. After that last check I was like I have to push. I suddenly felt weak, but really had to push. Good thing the doctor was there getting ready. The nurses were asking John how long I pushed last time. Heehee...PUSH! I have to push. At first I thought no one was listening to me. So yeah I pushed, pushed, pushed...Gavin was born! Yeah! Of course they had to take all the precautions since he passed meconium (his poop), so they really suctioned him good and John did the honors of cutting the cord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent a entire hour and a half on my chest. It was wonderful. I remember hearing the background again on my CD player, "How great is our God"...perfect songs for such a perfect occasion. Here are some pics that you are dying to see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSuvFfhwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n1h1QjYSwIg/s1600-h/baby+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110691377513989890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSuvFfhwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n1h1QjYSwIg/s320/baby+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8 lbs 7 oz 20 1/2 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSvPFfhxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XoxqHDeX3NU/s1600-h/baby+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110691386103924498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSvPFfhxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XoxqHDeX3NU/s320/baby+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feetsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSvfFfhyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kpmMrWJd24o/s1600-h/baby+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110691390398891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSvfFfhyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kpmMrWJd24o/s320/baby+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSvvFfhzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wi_HgUHFGmc/s1600-h/baby+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110691394693859122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSvvFfhzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wi_HgUHFGmc/s320/baby+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his eyes are already blue...looks just like tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSv_Ffh0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/KXir1oykojw/s1600-h/baby+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110691398988826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSv_Ffh0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/KXir1oykojw/s320/baby+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRO_FfhsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D9-draSDCE0/s1600-h/baby+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110689732541515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRO_FfhsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D9-draSDCE0/s320/baby+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favortie picture so far.  Tyler just came right up to us and said baby and curled up next to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRPfFfhtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QCNsZdH6bSU/s1600-h/baby+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110689741131450066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRPfFfhtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QCNsZdH6bSU/s320/baby+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRPvFfhuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hMrIJWx4obA/s1600-h/baby+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110689745426417378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRPvFfhuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hMrIJWx4obA/s320/baby+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRP_FfhvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MMq7hXsZBfE/s1600-h/baby+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110689749721384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzRP_FfhvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MMq7hXsZBfE/s320/baby+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud daddy again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7642322968425462759?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7642322968425462759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7642322968425462759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7642322968425462759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7642322968425462759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/make-joyful-noise-to-lord.html' title='&quot;Make a joyful noise to the Lord&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuzSuvFfhwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n1h1QjYSwIg/s72-c/baby+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5423416494357720858</id><published>2007-09-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:27:27.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is this a tank top?"</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is what my good 'ol innocent husband said as he was folding the clothes today.  I looked up to see which one of my tank tops he was folding.  It wasn't a tank top, it was my maternity underwear.  I know, embarassing.  Truth be told I bought a bigger size than normal--can't really try them on in the store to see my size, so I guestimated.  I was wrong.  I hardly wear those anyway since I found my correct size a week later.  But you know when laundry is low you have to compromise.  I laughed.  So did John.  I burned them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my contractions came for a visit I guess.  They were indeed contractions.  But not strong enough to stay or cause me to cry out in pain either.  So we will see tomorrow.  I get it Gavin.  You are testing me.  I get it God.  You are in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5423416494357720858?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5423416494357720858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5423416494357720858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5423416494357720858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5423416494357720858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-this-tank-top.html' title='&quot;Is this a tank top?&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7270889613317462019</id><published>2007-09-10T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:23.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuYUsM4oLmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DBJeoFpyxPk/s1600-h/bday+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108793576903945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuYUsM4oLmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DBJeoFpyxPk/s320/bday+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna side track myself (and everyone else) from this whole labor progress with my birthday.  Yesterday my family came over and helped me celebrate my 27th birthday with pizza, salad and yummy sundaes! It was one birthday I will never forget.   I went crazy emotional on everyone and just broke out in tears for some reason.  All I remember...I just got off the phone with Marcellos whom we order our pizza from.  They apparently lost the credit card number of John's grandma's credit card so they cant charge the pizza.  Well after 10 mintues of John's grandma scolding them on the phone and how they can take her idenity and then to here my mom and John's mom talk about how they are scamming us, and also to hear in the background the guys laughing at me because I'm so big and ready to pop-just kinda got to me.  So I told everyone to shush, and at that moment Tyler pulled down a pizza box full of pizza in the kitchen.  I of course couldn't get made at him.  He just wanted pizza.  Then in desperation I looked at John (who was one of the guys on the couch laughing how big I was) to help with the situation and I just lost it.  Just out of frustration I guess.  I told my mom to lock me in my room until the night was over.  It is definately hard to control your emotions when you are pregnant and this far along.  Plus it annoyed me that the the stupid US open was on and all the guys were lined up on the couch watching it, except for my brother, who was playing with Tyler's batman and superman figures.  But at the end of the day I felt bad that I got crazy, because it was all very nice that everyone pitched in to help make my birthday special for me.  So thank you to my family! I feel loved.  Soon very soon everyone can have the real Jaime back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7270889613317462019?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7270889613317462019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7270889613317462019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7270889613317462019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7270889613317462019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuYUsM4oLmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DBJeoFpyxPk/s72-c/bday+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-724572459865485451</id><published>2007-09-10T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:26:47.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contraction!!!!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be so happy to have contractions in all my life.  First I was like, "what is that feeling..." Way different than when I was in labor with Tyler.  But as the hours went on, oh yeah that is a contraction.  But on the good 'ol scale of pain...it's probably like a 1-1/2.  It only bothers me when it's the intense peak of the contraction.  But not bad enough to...take a shower, watch a episode of racheal ray, and to have something to eat.  Now I will get ready.  Then I will count.  Maybe by then they will be intense...stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-724572459865485451?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/724572459865485451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=724572459865485451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/724572459865485451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/724572459865485451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/contraction.html' title='Contraction!!!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-8259784293439502979</id><published>2007-09-10T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuW1c84oLlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QIi40AlINdA/s1600-h/bday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108688861306302034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuW1c84oLlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QIi40AlINdA/s320/bday+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a couple more hours until the first option will be passed up.  You think I could start contractions, and have a baby in 2 hours? Hmmm, there is always a first for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-8259784293439502979?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8259784293439502979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=8259784293439502979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8259784293439502979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/8259784293439502979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-waiting.html' title='Just waiting...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuW1c84oLlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QIi40AlINdA/s72-c/bday+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1689504479983004086</id><published>2007-09-08T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:23.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...just not baby celebrating. It's birthday celebration and it's mine exactly.  A day early, but well worth it.  My in-laws took me out to dinner tonight for my birthday.  We went to the Old Spaghetti Factory.  Loved my meal and the bread was fresh and hot all the time.  I found out tonight that almost 10 month pregnant chicks don't fit well in a booth so I sat on the end in a chair.  I also found out that sitting in a chair is uncomfortable at almost 10 months pregnant.  But then again, so is sitting in the booth.  I'm so uncomfortable you guys it's pitiful.  I don't even want to go out places because I'm huge and nothing fits anymore.  My pants fall down since my belly is so low and my shirts don't even cover my belly anymore because it's so darn big! Maybe Gavin will be my birthday present from God.  We have the next 24 hours to accomplish that.  If not, we're looking at the 10th, which is cool because John's boss said he would give me $200 if he was born on his birthday.  Or the good old due date on the 11th, which is probably the outlook I should have by now.  And if all else fails, my planned induction at 7am.  Either way I will have a baby by wednesday.  So we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th-Birthday present&lt;br /&gt;10th-$200!!&lt;br /&gt;11th-EDD right on the dot&lt;br /&gt;12th-induction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone care to make a bet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuON0M4oLkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nk4FRyAUDNc/s1600-h/sept+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108082330319728194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuON0M4oLkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nk4FRyAUDNc/s320/sept+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Tyler seemed to get some spaghetti in his mouth and not ALL on his shirt and shorts.  At this point in his toddler patience he wanted to go outside with papa and forget the spumoni.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1689504479983004086?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1689504479983004086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1689504479983004086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1689504479983004086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1689504479983004086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-celebration.html' title='Some celebration...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RuON0M4oLkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nk4FRyAUDNc/s72-c/sept+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5548401944264320759</id><published>2007-09-07T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:07:54.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The timing has almost come...</title><content type='html'>I feel it in my bones...my pelvic bones that is.  Gavin is almost here...It's hard for me to say that since I have been wrong in the past.  But I have very hard evidence that shows me the birth is imminent.  Of course I will keep you posted.  I will blog right before I leave for the hospital.  Well if I'm not in crazy pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5548401944264320759?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5548401944264320759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5548401944264320759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5548401944264320759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5548401944264320759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/timing-has-almost-come.html' title='The timing has almost come...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1059860998657328735</id><published>2007-09-05T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:42:32.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bee Update</title><content type='html'>So yes we have a bad bee problem.  There is a gap in one of our eaves in the roof which let the bees go in to our house and make a pretty big size honeycomb hive.  The bee experts say its probably around 40 pounds or so with as many as 1000 bees at any given time.  Our little bees are feeding the queen bee wherever she lives.  So, we're talking big bucks to fix this big problem.  We have gotten estimates from $750-$3000.  We are obviously going with the lower number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course with the arrival of Gavin just around the corner, this is the BEST time for this! But we have to do it.  We have no choice.  So as I sit here in the office, Propacific bee removal is gasing them out of our home and getting rid of them on the exterior.  I tell you no joke.  I heard them buzzing outside through the window and it kinda made me jump.  I thought I was "bee-ing" attacked.  Then tomorrow will be the removal of the hive day...so much damage.  They will have to go and open up our house from the outside or in, whichever is easier. and remove this active honey comb hive.  Then build our house back up, and of course seal it properly this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew so much about bees until this week.  I feel closer to those little suckers.  I still don't like them though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1059860998657328735?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1059860998657328735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1059860998657328735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1059860998657328735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1059860998657328735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-bee-update.html' title='Big Bee Update'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6799035787982798783</id><published>2007-09-05T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:31:28.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 week update!!!</title><content type='html'>This one is a happy one.  I am 2 centimeters now his head has dropped and with more improvements that I will leave out for the weak stomache.  But I told my doc.  I said, "doc, I am not gonna make another week follow up appointment with you, okay? I just want to plan on seeing you in the hospital sometime before tuesday." She said, "Would you like to be induced?" (Of course I'm a little slow and was thinking she was talking about right then and there.)  "If you don't deliver by the 11th, it is fine to induce you, if you like to on the 12th at 7am?" I said sure doc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if Gavin is still cozy and comfortable inside my tummy still, I am scheduled at Parkview at 7am for induction.  Just watch, I will probably have to be induced.  I should have kept my mouth shut..."Oh he's gonna be born late August I just know it...Tyler was born 3 weeks early...I am right, stupid ultrasouud is wrong..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was a surpise to us since he was so early.  Gavin, it's been like a anticipation/anxeity/summer heat kinda feeling.  At least my bag is packed this time.  So at this point I am just waiting around for those painful contractions to start.  I told John, I will get some for an hour, go to the hospital and I will be 7 centimeters and I won't be able to get an epidural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm a little negative ain't I? I should be positive.  Shame on me.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6799035787982798783?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6799035787982798783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6799035787982798783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6799035787982798783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6799035787982798783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/39-week-update.html' title='39 week update!!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-5739072463831405815</id><published>2007-09-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:23.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a fork in me I'm done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ready to pop...please, pretty please with sugar on top! I wore my "mumu" today to church. Because the only other pants that feel comfortable on me right now were getting washed. I was pretty comfortable in my "mumu".  It dawned on me today how big I am too.  I'm really round like there's a baby inside me (go fig).  I feel like Gavin is growing out and my belly is so hard you can bounce a penny off my belly.  Here's some belly shots for those of you that haven't seen me in awhile, haven't seen me, have seen me lately, just want to see me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtugSs4oLiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rk-nzoBPB7w/s1600-h/sunday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105850845701352994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtugSs4oLiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rk-nzoBPB7w/s320/sunday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtugS84oLjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jFuGxiu3BjU/s1600-h/sunday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105850849996320306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtugS84oLjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jFuGxiu3BjU/s320/sunday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these are all fake smiles too by the way.  Notice my "getaway bag" in the far left corner.  I am soooooo ready.  I learned to have it ready this time around, not pack it while having contractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-5739072463831405815?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5739072463831405815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=5739072463831405815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5739072463831405815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/5739072463831405815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/stick-fork-in-me-im-done.html' title='Stick a fork in me I&apos;m done!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtugSs4oLiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rk-nzoBPB7w/s72-c/sunday+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1988951326097459594</id><published>2007-09-02T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:24.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...a nice little dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufWs4oLfI/AAAAAAAAANw/lbarJsU-YmA/s1600-h/sunday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105849814909201906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufWs4oLfI/AAAAAAAAANw/lbarJsU-YmA/s320/sunday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufXM4oLgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IDtF7cwd7v0/s1600-h/sunday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105849823499136514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufXM4oLgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IDtF7cwd7v0/s320/sunday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufXc4oLhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qZRhDlK6Drs/s1600-h/sunday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105849827794103826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufXc4oLhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qZRhDlK6Drs/s320/sunday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; for me of course. I was the photographer. But all the boys had fun in the pool today at my moms. I again was a nervous wreck because of Tyler's ears. The kid wanted to just jump in and didn't want anyone to hold him. He kept on putting his face in the water and just cracked up. It made me smile. I enjoy him so much, it's ridiculous. I can't wait till his tubes fall out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1988951326097459594?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1988951326097459594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1988951326097459594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1988951326097459594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1988951326097459594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahha-nice-little-dip.html' title='Ahh...a nice little dip'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtufWs4oLfI/AAAAAAAAANw/lbarJsU-YmA/s72-c/sunday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-3286395051799323002</id><published>2007-09-01T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:24.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm buzzing mad a KB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we come home today and find out our bees are back. No! There back...no no no. No kidding we were welcomed with 1 gallon of honey on our door step, and no it wasn't a gift from someone. We also found out while scoping out how and the heck they came back. Is that good ol Kb homes forgot to stucco one part of our house above our front doorway.  OOPS! So of course this made it easy for the sweet little honey making bees to make there little home along with the honey.  We called a proffessional bee guy and they told us what we didn't want to hear, which of course was money money and more of it.  If in fact the honeycomb is in our structure (which Mr. Bee guy said) they would have to take apart whatever structure of our house to remove the honeycomb.  Because this honey is coming from there and dripping out of our walls because it's been like 120 degrees lately.  And the reason why we don't have hundreds of bees flying around right now, it's because the 10-20 bees that we do have are "freeloading" he said our honey and taking it back to where ever they are chilling at.  It's easier for the sweet little honey making destroying bees to take it, rather then go to a flower and start the whole process.  Smart bees.  Bad for us.  So Kb will be in deep doo doo if Mr. Bee guys says could have been prevented if the stucco was finished.  I know we can't prevent bees from making hives.  But from bees making hives in our attic or our structure because someone ran out of stucco! C'mon.  I'm ready for it.  I'm 9 months pregnant.  Give me a fight.  I'm pumped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7M4oLbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LbULVEQQHy8/s1600-h/bees+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105485404114005426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7M4oLbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LbULVEQQHy8/s320/bees+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The yummy honey dripping down uor house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7c4oLcI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZEn1dQhIxsQ/s1600-h/bees+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105485408408972738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7c4oLcI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZEn1dQhIxsQ/s320/bees+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7s4oLdI/AAAAAAAAANg/7UY8jUqKfFo/s1600-h/bees+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105485412703940050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7s4oLdI/AAAAAAAAANg/7UY8jUqKfFo/s320/bees+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops! Do I see stucco net and a hive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT784oLeI/AAAAAAAAANo/vBoMT27lqKw/s1600-h/bees+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105485416998907362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT784oLeI/AAAAAAAAANo/vBoMT27lqKw/s320/bees+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-3286395051799323002?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3286395051799323002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=3286395051799323002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3286395051799323002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/3286395051799323002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-buzzing-mad-kb.html' title='I&apos;m buzzing mad a KB'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpT7M4oLbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LbULVEQQHy8/s72-c/bees+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-6876929352732114706</id><published>2007-09-01T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:25.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey See, Monkey Dooz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we did it, finally.  Everyone that thought Tyler was a girl, can now see he is indeed a boy.  It was, I have to admit kinda sad seeing him walk out without his curls, but I have already gotten use to it.  He is still simply adorable.  Here are some pics of the big event.  John kept on giving me the EYE (ie:stop taking so many pictures jaime, the poor girl is getting embarrassed...something like that).  I still snapped away.  I'm sure she's use to it.  He did such a great job at being still (enough for a toddler) and sitting in the safari car while watching high school musical really helped.  Okay I'm sure that wouldn't be his DVD choice, but it kept him content...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPV84oLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kW0nNY5Co24/s1600-h/bees+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105480366117367138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPV84oLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kW0nNY5Co24/s320/bees+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first cut...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPWM4oLXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/V2fG5GcIHhY/s1600-h/bees+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105480370412334450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPWM4oLXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/V2fG5GcIHhY/s320/bees+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler playing with his cut locks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPWc4oLYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YeFVkI88-jc/s1600-h/bees+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105480374707301762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPWc4oLYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YeFVkI88-jc/s320/bees+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oops! Got some hair on my sucker!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPWs4oLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/mSD_rgE7XWM/s1600-h/bees+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105480379002269074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPWs4oLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/mSD_rgE7XWM/s320/bees+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wouldn't give me a famous tyler "cheese" smile&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPW84oLaI/AAAAAAAAANI/_8AKJR9s-5I/s1600-h/bees+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105480383297236386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPW84oLaI/AAAAAAAAANI/_8AKJR9s-5I/s320/bees+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-6876929352732114706?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6876929352732114706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=6876929352732114706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6876929352732114706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/6876929352732114706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/09/monkey-see-monkey-dooz.html' title='Monkey See, Monkey Dooz!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvbBSX9gAKg/RtpPV84oLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kW0nNY5Co24/s72-c/bees+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-1623033503039416726</id><published>2007-08-28T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:45:12.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 week update</title><content type='html'>Not gonna lie, I thought for sure I would have delivered by now.  What's the deal here? I guess I was right with Tyler, but way off on Gavin.  Oh well, he will come in God's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah...still 1 centimeter.  My doctor basically said I will most likely have a september baby and might be close to my due date september 11.  My fluids are up and told me to continue to drink as much as have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my God given pregnancy right to have free will to complain about anything.  SO here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at church on sunday I...couldn't really sing since I couldn't really breathe...have much room inbetween my mom and john in the chairs, I had no idea where to rest my arms...couldn't waddle quick enough to the car so I would get to in the air condition.  Every night I can't...sleep well enough since every bone in my lower half is widening for gavin's arrival...sleep over 1-1/2 hours before I have to flip on my other hip/go pee/or turn the air up higher.  I cry all the time.  Okay maybe not all the time, but I cry because I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I complained.  2 more weeks to go.  I guess Labor day will have a new meaning to me next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-1623033503039416726?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1623033503039416726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=1623033503039416726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1623033503039416726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/1623033503039416726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/08/38-week-update.html' title='38 week update'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-9158381385814930868</id><published>2007-08-22T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:45:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 week update</title><content type='html'>Yee haw! I'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an ultrasound done tuesday to check the sizes and what not. I had no idea what was on the screen. I mean she did tell me head is down, showed us the femur, and the abdomen. But man oh man, is he crowded in there! John was dissapointed. He thought it would be like it was when we found out we were having a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dr. Bryan told us that Gavin is measuring about 6 lbs 8 oz. John asked what her opinion on what he may weigh at birth and she said 7 lbs. 7-8 oz. She asked what tyler weighed, and we said 7 lbs 3 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, I have been praying for a healthy baby boy thoughout this entire pregnancy. I know you have had your hand on my belly and on Gavin throughout these weeks. You have blessed me with once again a healthy pregnancy. All I ask that Gavin be born soon. Why you may ask, well if I go to my due date I will be giving birth to a watermelon!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Gavin like puts on the weight in the last weeks. If he is gonna be born weighing 7 lbs 8 oz or so, he better come next week. Or I'm in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out Gavin's swimming pool is a little low on water. I mean my amnio fluid is low. I have to pump more liquids into me or she's gonna place me in the hospital so they can do it for me. Kinda scary, but seems easy...drink drink..pee pee pee...drink...pee pee...drink drink...pee pee drink while peeing drink. I thought I was doing pretty darn good in drinking plenty of fliuds, but she said it could be the heat. So I have John my wonderful supporting hubby counting my ounces as they go down. And asking me how much I have drank thoughout the day. I'm waiting to get text messages to remind me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still 1 centimeter by the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-9158381385814930868?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9158381385814930868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=9158381385814930868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9158381385814930868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/9158381385814930868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/08/37-week-update.html' title='37 week update'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7605312321143681860</id><published>2007-08-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:50:06.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>I sit here at my computer getting bills situated and stuff.  I'm 36 weeks and 6 days pregnant.  Gavin doesn't let me forget that he is a little growing miracle inside my belly.  I just got done cupping his little foot through my belly.  It's amazing.  Poor thing has no more room in here and wants out.  But apart of me just like when I was pregnant wth Tyler...will miss the movements in my belly that only I can feel.  What a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7605312321143681860?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7605312321143681860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7605312321143681860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7605312321143681860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7605312321143681860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/08/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35678416.post-7096405073665600418</id><published>2007-08-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:51:11.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointment update....</title><content type='html'>So I'm about to get personal...for those of you that will understand this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down, 9 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not days, weeks, or even months.  Not even minutes or seconds.  I'm definately not delivering on september 11.  That may be my "EDD" educated due date.  Let me tell you about edjumacation people.  I know my body and I was there when Tyler was born.  His due date was April 22, and his birthday is April 4.  Let's try this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 centimeter down, 9 centimeters to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35678416-7096405073665600418?l=whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7096405073665600418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35678416&amp;postID=7096405073665600418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7096405073665600418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35678416/posts/default/7096405073665600418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoisayhere.blogspot.com/2007/08/appointment-update.html' title='Appointment update....'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469658366299993807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
